Jian Wei transmigrated into a book as a cannon-fodder villain in a cultivation novel.
Her spiritual root was destroyed, and she was half-blind. Her only golden finger was
She could see karma.
Flowers were linked to leaves, fruit to cause, and every thread connecting all things was clear as day to her.
On her first day after transmigrating, she used a corpse as cover to escape her pursuers. Afterwards, she stitched up its wounds and buried it beneath a peach tree.
She didn't return the money pouch. She'd call it a burial fee.
A few days later, she used the money pouch to gain admission to the Tianyan Sect and became a disciple of Sword Lord Changling.
When she looked up again, her master's face was stunningly beautiful and as cold as ice. It was, without a doubt, the same corpse she had buried with her own hands.
Jian Wei: ...Can I still drop out?
Too late.
The thread of karma she had tied herself to by a single careless choice had already bound their fates together.
Her master suffered a cultivation deviation and his meridians shattered. She spat blood too.
Her master was injured on a mission. She was in so much pain she could barely stand.
Her master's life-bound sword broke. Her vision went black, and she nearly fainted.
Everyone envied her for rising to the top in one leap.
Only she knew how much suffering it had cost...
Like a student painstakingly repairing her final-year project, Jian Wei patiently patched up her fragile master. In despair, she watched the karmic thread between them grow thicker and thicker, until at last it slowly turned an ambiguous shade of red.
Jian Wei: ???
Something's not right.
A tenacious, resilient white-lotus disciple x a powerful but fragile master whose code is a complete mess
Theme: Hard work can work miracles.
