A heavenly book appeared in Xiangpu’s mind.
It said she was one of the harem members of the arrogant, invincible male protagonist. As an ordinary woman with no spiritual roots, she couldn’t cultivate immortality.
But to follow the male lead to the Upper Continent, she would offer herself to a demon, enduring the agony of having her bones carved out and her soul torn apart every day.
In the end, she would take a blade for the male lead and be reduced to nothing, body and soul.
When she read this, she was mixing up some pesticide.
There had recently been a lot of annoying rotworms in the medicinal herb garden behind the inn, and they needed to be thoroughly cleared out.
A faint voice came from the doorway. She looked over.
A badly wounded young man had collapsed there, holding out a bloodied hand covered in scars as he begged her for help.
The scene looked awfully familiar. It was exactly how Xiangpu first met the male lead in the heavenly book.
Xiangpu’s gaze shifted to the freshly mixed pesticide.
She wondered if this extra-concentrated pesticide for rotworms could poison a cultivator who had lost all his cultivation.
*
After failing to ascend, Tu Yanhui, the Idle Cloud Sword Venerable who had once swept across the Eastern Wastes with his Zixiao Sword, was reborn in the most wretched years of his life.
His dantian had been destroyed, his cultivation gone. He had fallen to the Lower Continent, a barren wasteland of spiritual energy, where he barely scraped by on the streets.
One day, he collapsed outside an inn and used the last of his strength to knock on the door.
A woman’s face appeared from within, graceful and ethereal, as beautiful as an immortal descended to earth.
In his previous life, he had met the woman who owned that face once.
She was known as the Immortal Lord of Spiritual Grace. It was said that all things bloomed anew wherever she went, and even dry bones sprouted flesh. Born to bring blessings to all the worlds, she was the very embodiment of a benevolent immortal who saved the world and its people.
Wonderful! He should be saved!
The immortal looked down at him coldly and gave an order to her attendants.
"Use him to test the medicine. Let’s see how many bowls it takes to kill him."
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*
Much, much later.
People in the sixteen continents of the Eastern Wastes who hated Tu Yanhui cursed him, saying he was a damn lapdog who spent all his time following women around.
Tu Yanhui lifted the chin of the busybody with his sword and grinned, arrogant and smug.
"I’m more than happy to be our Xiangpu’s dog."
It was only then that Xiangpu, still full of questions, read the last chapter of the heavenly book:
"Dedicated to the Idle Cloud Sword Venerable, by his admirer xx."
"All content in this book concerning the Sword Venerable’s private life is fictional."
What the hell! It turned out to be a harem fanfic starring Tu Yanhui!
*
"By the water, humble Xiangpu takes root. One day, she rides the wind and soars into the sky.", Mu Xiangpu
"Why borrow the heavens’ power to reach the skies? The cold light of my sword is the Zixiao.", Tu Yanhui
*[Highlight!] The heroine is reading a fanfic. The harem stuff is the male lead’s male fans’ fantasies. The male lead is very, very pure.
* A stern-faced, pragmatic female cultivator × a romantic male sword cultivator
* With my little sister and my dog by my side, the world is mine
* My own take on cultivation ^^
* Blurb revised on 2025/12/8
Theme: Forge your own path to the heavens
