Transmigrated as a Cannon-Fodder Disciple of the Hehuan Sect: I Steal the Male Lead’s Fortune to Survive

After staying up all night and dying suddenly, Song Mingtang transmigrates into the cultivation world as a cannon-fodder outer disciple of the Hehuan Sect. In the original story, she tries to seduce the male lead, Qi Jin, and he runs her through the heart with one sword. And now, The System issues frantic warnings: Alert! The male lead is on his way with his sword! Song Mingtang: Run! Jump off a cliff tonight! Snatch the opportunities! She runs, he laughs, and she can’t escape him even if she grows wings. Qi Jin is the foremost disciple of the Ten Thousand Sects Immortal Gate, and in the eyes of the world, he is a lofty, distant moon, upright and reserved. Only Song Mingtang knows: That moon is a fake. Beneath its pure, radiant light lurks a bloodthirsty demon. Simply trying to stay alive beside the male lead is dangerous, but her System is determined to make things worse: [Please steal the male lead’s luck, but steal too much and the world will explode.] [Please change your death ending, but the male lead’s corruption level is off the charts again.] She can only follow the System’s instructions and scramble with him for every opportunity, teetering back and forth on the edge of stabbing him in the back and stealing his chances. In the end, she steals his opportunities and ruins his cultivation path, only for him to become her cultivation partner? He clings to her and keeps showering her with opportunities. “This ten-thousand-year-old spirit herb suits you.” “A divine sword for a beauty. It’s yours.” “The secret realm has lovely scenery. Want to go see it together?” [Reader’s guide] 1. A hilarious, melodramatic heroine who knows when to bend and when to stand tall × a sweet-on-the-outside, pitch-black-inside male lead. The ultimate battle of wits, where I predict your every move. 2. The golden rule of picking fights in the cultivation world: after stealing the male lead’s luck, remember to soothe him afterward (not really).