An NPC in a Cultivation World Is Having a Rough Day Again

When Qi Shiyi transmigrated into a book, it was the opening of Wen Dao, a novel with no romance.

The heroine, Wen Ying, was still an ordinary servant who had yet to begin her cultivation. Her sullen personality made her a target for the other servants.

In the bitter winter snow, as Wen Ying knelt in punishment, Qi Shiyi hurried past wrapped in a blue fox-fur cloak.

When Qi Shiyi entered the sect as an inner disciple, Wen Ying also joined the sect, only to be ostracized by the outer disciples for her poor aptitude.

One late-autumn day, as Wen Ying swept the mountain gate alone, Qi Shiyi strode past over a carpet of maple leaves, carrying her spirit sword.

When a secret realm that appeared once every fifty years opened, Wen Ying was accepted as an inner disciple, only to be looked down on by her senior sisters for her slow cultivation.

When the guardian beasts charged out, Wen Ying was abandoned under the excuse that she should stay behind to cover their retreat. Qi Shiyi happened to pass by on her flying sword. Looking down at the lone female cultivator holding her sword beneath the tide of beasts, she couldn't bear to leave her and brought her onto the sword.

Many years later, having read the original novel, Qi Shiyi had "accidentally" crossed paths with Wen Ying many times. Qi Shiyi became an elder of the sect, while Wen Ying had fallen into demonic ways.

Wen Dao was a badly written novel that ended with Wen Ying becoming a demon.

After that, Qi Shiyi never saw Wen Ying again.

Not until she was abducted to the Demon Palace by Wen Ying, now the Demon Venerable, and made her prisoner.

Wen Ying was born into a lowly family. Her looks were flawed, and her personality was unlikable. Among the servants, she was the least remarkable and most ostracized, and had to do all the dirtiest, hardest work.

Her fate should have been no different from a duckweed drifting on water, withering away after a life of hardship.

But Wen Ying never expected the high-and-mighty young lady to stop in front of her.

In the bitter winter snow, the pampered young lady held out her hand to her. A hand warmer was gently placed in her frostbitten palm.

Wen Ying looked up, only to see the young lady's fox-fur cloak disappear beneath the covered walkway.

Her palm was filled with a warmth that sank into her bones, yet Wen Ying raised her hand and traced the winding scar on her cheek with a fingertip.

The young lady had carved it into her face when she was eight years old.

Wen Ying wondered: What does she want this time?

She had long since seen through the tactic of giving someone a sweet date after slapping them.

So, young lady, what are you planning to do to me this time?

Synopsis written on 24.12.16

Theme: Don't let waiting turn into regret