The Irresistible Siren Cultivator: Five Daoist Partners Fight Over Her

Transmigrate into a book + immortal cultivation + male rivals competing + a charming, flirtatious heartthrob adored by everyone

What? She's transmigrated into the book as a cannon-fodder female side character? And she has to help the heroine get rid of her unwanted suitors? She has to win over five powerful cultivators with a tendency to turn evil?

Lin Qingyao thought this System was more vicious than a capitalist, but she put up with it so she could survive.

The Son of Fortune, Xiao Fan, looks sweet, harmless, sunny, and kind, but he's really a black-sesame-glutinous-rice ball with a mercurial temperament.

Lu Heqing, the Temple's holy son, was already thoroughly offended by her from the start, after she'd broken off their engagement.

The Demon Lord, Li Wujiu, is a hotheaded young man who wants to kill her at the drop of a hat.

Sigh. Only the Medicine Ancestor, Shuoguang, is innocent and easy to fool, but he has a Dao Ancestor for an older brother who sees through everything.

Lin Qingyao flirts her way among these powerful men, working hard to earn points, then cleverly breaks things off before they turn evil.

“Actually, there's someone I once loved who's gone now. His name was Ye Ling.”

Everyone knows that Dao Ancestor Jichen cultivates the path of ruthless detachment, having severed all ties to love. Yet when he heard Lin Qingyao's confession, his heart, unmoved for ten thousand years, gave a quiver, and his longing grew wildly with every passing night.

“Lin Qingyao, if you love me, why are you rejecting me? I'm Ye Ling!”

Dao Ancestor Jichen fell from his exalted position for her, willingly kneeling at her feet.

Lin Qingyao: “...Can anyone tell me why the person I made up as my lost love actually has a real-life counterpart?”

Xiao Fan: “As fellow transmigrators, we belong together.”

Lu Heqing: “Yaoyao, don't forget, you're my fiancee.”

Li Wujiu: “You dare abandon me? Just try it!”

Shuoguang gazed at her pitifully, his eyes about to brim with tears. “A-Yao, if my brother can, why can't I?”

Lin Qingyao was helpless. Her whole harem had blown up.