The Supporting Female Character's Survival Rules

Next book: Sharpening My Blade for My Junior Fellow Disciple. The blurb is at the very bottom~

● This Book's Blurb

[Plot Version]

This is my third wedding with the male lead.

As expected, when the wedding march begins, I'm "reclaimed" once again.

It says:

"You're the supporting female character. How can you marry the male lead?"

I refused to believe in fate the first three times. He and I truly loved each other, but every time we reached the point of getting married, the whole story restarted and everything went back to square one.

We were trapped in an endless loop.

This time, I give up.

A supporting female character has to follow the rules for surviving as one.

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[Romance Version]

On the day the male lead confessed to the female lead, Pei Zhen hurried to the airport in the middle of the night. The international flight display kept scrolling, and the flight to New York was about to begin boarding.

The plot was back on track. From now on, she would no longer take part in the lives of the male and female leads.

Travelers streamed past her, suitcase wheels rattled across the floor, and an announcement over the airport PA called for someone...

Pei Zhen didn't hesitate. She turned and strode away.

But the next second, the crowd erupted. By the time she realized what was happening, bodyguards had surrounded her and blocked every way out.

Pei Zhen lowered her eyes, a bad feeling rising in her heart. Sure enough, one of the bodyguards stepped aside, and the person who had supposedly been "asleep" moments ago was now walking toward her, his expression unreadable.

In the back seat of the car, Lu Xun gently clasped Pei Zhen's slender wrist. His grip wasn't strong, but she couldn't pull free.

She heard him laugh softly. "Pei Zhen, you've been deceiving me for so long. Did you really think you could just walk away like this?"

She said nothing.

His fingers brushed her hand, sending a shiver through her.

Looking at the man whose smile didn't reach his eyes, Pei Zhen finally realized that Lu Xun might have gone mad.

But when exactly had he found out?

[Reading Notes]

* Except for Chapter One, the story is told in third person.

* [Important] Romance-focused. The male lead is an innocent high school boy at first, but later becomes more of a yandere.

* The original female lead is vilified.

● [Upcoming Book Blurb]

In her past life, Wu Ling worked herself to the bone and became a grandmaster artificer. But when she opened her eyes again, she'd transmigrated into the poorest person in the cultivation world.

No big deal. It's still a cultivation world, and Wu Ling is sure she can become the strongest artificer in the realm again without breaking a sweat!

But... seeing a fellow disciple wear women's clothes for ten days just to get a few low-grade crafting materials, and a senior brother go down the mountain every night to hawk his wares only to sell one talisman...

Wu Ling fell silent, then turned around and plunged into the sword cultivators' ranks. Don't ask. The Sword Sect hands out swords.

Still, it's no big deal. She can make money from the sword path to fill the hole in her artificing business, and raising herself into a grandmaster artificer shouldn't be too hard.

Who could have guessed that one night, unable to sleep, she'd wander around and accidentally discover a sect secret, only for the sect leader to drag her onto the bandits' boat...

From then on, Fuxian Sect lost an idle junior sister who slept all day, and gained a senior sister who sharpened her blade and went after her junior brothers.

The junior brother on her left, who spent his time feeding birds and slacking off, was grabbed by the collar and hauled off to morning drills.

The junior sister on her right, who enjoyed waxing poetic about the moon and wind, was made to study How to Break Through in Three Years and Ascend in Five.

Even the sect leader, who wandered the streets all day, was chased around the mountain until he turned in his reports.

Wu Ling: Thanks for asking. If I could do it all over again, I'd knock myself unconscious in bed! :)

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Fuxian Sect had been ranked outside the Five Great Sects for over a hundred years. Its performance at every sect tournament had been a laughingstock.

But at one tournament, its eldest disciple cut down every opponent in the cultivation world with a single sword, then fought to a draw against the only disciple of Mount Heng Sect's leader, the top sect's head, and the greatest talent of the younger generation.

"Holy crap! That person has reached the peak of the Third Realm?!"

"Latest news... that person broke through to the Fourth Realm..."

"Wait, what?! That person refined... a Heaven-grade Divine Weapon... Heaven-grade..."

Wu Ling became the talk of the cultivation world.

Everyone: Is this right? Does this make sense? Is she even human? Are we going to survive this?

Curious onlookers asked members of Fuxian Sect about her and learned that she studied diligently by moonlight, never let her sword leave her hand, and had inspired the whole sect to train hard.

So the cultivation world shook off its former laziness, and a mighty whirlwind of hard work swept through. Disciples of every sect grew bleary-eyed, with dark circles under their eyes, and hated this sect to the bone.

When the Fuxian Sect disciples who had spread the news heard about it, they felt thoroughly satisfied. They sneaked a glance at Wu Ling polishing her sword, and silently agreed:

"When the deed is done, leave without a trace, hiding both your name and yourself."

#Since we got rained on, we might as well tear up everyone else's umbrellas.

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-A Little Scene-

Before the hour of the rabbit, groans filled the disciples' dormitory.

Sword in hand, Wu Ling went from room to room to round people up for morning practice. She walked in and whacked the rows of disciples like a game of whack-a-mole. Each hit earned a satisfying "Ow!"

One day, someone hid that sword to avoid suffering the same fate.

The next day, Wu Ling brought out her newest Divine Weapon...

That day, everyone received a group message on their spirit jade:

[Thank you, kind anonymous person. Testing the new weapon was a wonderful experience. (smile)]

The disciples: …

"Holy crap! A ghost got in!"

"Who stole Senior Sister's sword?! Give it back!"

Years later, the disciples of Fuxian Sect wrote their memoirs, and each one included a chapter titled Tom and Jerry: Senior Sister and Me.

With a three-foot sword on my back, I will show it to Heaven and stand up for the wronged.

Theme: The meaning of the self