Raising a City in the Cultivation World

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Blurb

Shu Miaojiao woke up one day to one piece of bad news and one piece of good news.

The bad news was that Shu Miaojiao had transmigrated into a cultivation world, becoming a total good-for-nothing with all five spiritual roots useless. Even the wind stirred up by a cultivator waving their sleeve could blow her to death.

The good news was that Shu Miaojiao had been bound to a nurturing System. The higher her nurturing level, the higher her cultivation would be.

It was just a matter of raising someone, right? Shu Miaojiao thought she was great at nurturing games. This would be a piece of cake.

So, who did the System want her to raise? The Demon King as a child, before anyone paid him any attention? Or the Chosen One abandoned by the immortal sect?

The System replied: Those are included, but there's much more.

Shu Miaojiao: ?

It wasn't until much later that Shu Miaojiao understood what the System meant: Damn it, you said I had to raise things, not that I had to raise a whole city!

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In the 41,102nd year of the Immortal Era, Shu Miaojiao began raising a city and picking up protagonists.

The first protagonist Shu Miaojiao picked up was a saintly junior sister from an immortal sect. She devoted herself to the sect day after day without complaint, only to die tragically at the hands of her own family.

The second protagonist Shu Miaojiao picked up was a sinister, gloomy male villain who had crawled out of hell. His greatest ambition was to bring down the immortal sects and unite the Six Realms.

The third protagonist Shu Miaojiao picked up was the senior sister of a dual-cultivation sect, reborn after being treated as a cultivation furnace and drained to death in her previous life. This time, she returned with the story in hand and a forceful new resolve.

There were too many of them. She couldn't pick them all up, she really couldn't!

The System reminded her: Host, you are only a passerby in their lives. You can't stay by their side forever. Please don't get too emotionally invested!

Shu Miaojiao turned to look at the group of protagonists who wouldn't leave no matter how hard she tried: ...

The System seemed to have gotten something wrong. It wasn't that she wanted them to stay. They were the ones who didn't want to leave!

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Shu Miaojiao spent several years accidentally picking up protagonists in the cultivation world. A beautiful but frail mortal was always by her side, until one day, his body finally gave out and he died of illness.

Since he was her husband in name, Shu Miaojiao stormed into the underworld and fought desperately to keep him there, but to no avail.

It was only much later that Shu Miaojiao learned that the man she had searched for throughout the entire underworld was actually a revered being from the Upper Three Heavens.

Coming soon: After My Heartless Lover Betrayed Me, I Became the Capital's Number One Playboy. Dear little angels, please add it to your favorites!

Blurb

On her way back to the capital, Cheng Weiyao met Pei Lan, the son of the prime minister.

Pei Lan was not only handsome, but also exceptionally talented, with a bright and noble air.

They traveled back to the capital together and fell in love. As they parted, Pei Lan swore with all the sincerity in the world, "Once I'm back in the capital, I'll tell my parents. I'll bring the betrothal gifts and come ask for your hand in marriage."

Cheng Weiyao blushed and agreed.

Cheng Weiyao waited and waited.

From the first peach blossoms to the shade of willow trees, from hopeful anticipation to rumors spreading throughout the city, she waited at last to see Pei Zhao standing beside her legitimate younger sister. They were a perfect match, like a couple of immortals.

Everyone laughed at the eldest Miss of the Cheng family for foolishly dreaming and loving all alone.

Only then did Cheng Weiyao finally realize the truth: she was living inside a book. Pei Lan and her legitimate younger sister were the fated male and female leads. They would overcome one obstacle after another and end up together, while she was nothing but an insignificant supporting character, a tiny stumbling block on their path to love.

Cheng Weiyao had been pampered since childhood. How could she endure such an insult? She hardened her heart and turned around to accept the marriage that left everyone speechless:

She would marry Xiao Muyi, the most notorious and profligate playboy in the capital.

From now on, every time Pei Lan saw her, he would have to bow respectfully and call her "Princess Consort."

On her wedding day, ten miles of bridal finery stretched before her, and gongs and drums filled the air.

Pei Lan blocked the road she had to take, dressed in plain white, his face stricken with panic and regret. As they passed each other, he called out in a voice close to begging:

"Weiyao, don't marry him."

Beneath her veil, her lips curled in mockery. "Young Master Pei, please show some respect."

Later, Pei Lan knelt in the snow, eyes red as he begged her to turn back. Xiao Muyi merely draped a snowy-white fox-fur cloak around her shoulders, his fingertips brushing her cool cheek as if by accident.

He stood straight as a pine, his features strikingly beautiful and cold, with a hint of carefree arrogance and menace. Looking at Pei Lan, he smiled with malicious swagger.

"Minister Pei, my Princess Consort feels the cold. Kindly step aside."

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Xiao Muyi thought he'd gotten the deal of a lifetime.

Everyone in the capital knew that Miss Cheng had been abandoned after Pei Lan had seduced her and cast her aside. Yet she was so proud that she would rather marry the notorious Xiao Muyi than look at Pei Lan again.

He'd thought they could simply treat each other with respect and keep their distance. After all, he, Xiao Muyi, had never been a good person.

But she would secretly tuck his blankets around him when he pretended to sleep. She would loudly scold anyone who mocked him. When his old illness returned, she would look at him with red-rimmed eyes and ask, "Your Highness, does it hurt?"

Xiao Muyi thought, to hell with keeping our distance.

He wanted her to love him. He wanted to be the only one in her eyes. And he wanted the bastard who had wronged her to kneel on the ground and watch her live a smooth, happy life.

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