Synopsis
Fu Jinyue crossed over in an instant, becoming a cultivator with the hope of living for ten thousand years. Unfortunately, what she cultivated was the Hehuan sect’s method, and what she learned was the art of dual cultivation.
The system bound to her spoke in a cautious tone, issuing the mission:
“You are the last descendant of your sect. Your goal upon descending the mountain this time is to carry forward and glorify the Hehuan Sect.”
Carry forward and glorify what?
Thinking of the cultivation methods of the Hehuan Sect, Fu Jinyue blinked and understood.
……
Number One was a beautiful, strong, yet miserable sword cultivator. Newly debuted, his cultivation was not high. She treated him as an experimental subject and completely forgot about him after a single night.
Yet she did not know how many times the ignorant youth tossed and turned at night, chanting her name, struggling to cultivate amidst pain and low self-esteem, crossing mountains of daggers and seas of flames just to stand by her side once more.
Number Two was a flower on a high ridge, devoid of desires or demands. Fu Jinyue dragged him down into the mortal dust, promised him vows of eternal love, but grew tired when the passion was deepest, cutting ties cleanly and discarding him like a worn-out shoe.
Because of this, the deity-like figure panicked. He hated her heartlessness, envied her smilingly embracing new lovers, and unwillingly spied on her day after day. His love still grew in the dark, quietly clinging to her.
Number Three was an elegant Ghost King who actively approached her. Fu Jinyue knew he had malicious intentions, yet she retreated while advancing, coaxing a web of false affection into genuine sincerity. She played with him in the palm of her hand, leaving him to regret too late, humbly begging for a forgiveness he could not obtain.
Right after came Number Four, Number Five, Number Six…
The domineering yet gentle Master became humble for her sake. The symbiotic twins fell into discord because of her. The habitually arrogant Young Master begged her with red eyes…
Fu Jinyue was a cluster of dodder flowers, born with thin affection.
She loved him, she pampered him, she absorbed his cultivation, and she eroded their families, factions, and resources. When she arrived, she was an evil cultivator guilty of monstrous crimes; when she left, she was already the Number One Immortal Venerable who saved all living beings.
The Hehuan Sect was classified among the orthodox and righteous sects, gaining resounding fame. The mortal world erected monuments and wrote biographies for her, and cultivators revered her as supreme. The system was dumbfounded.
However, a mountain of romantic debts must eventually be repaid.
When a crowd of the proud children of heaven surrounded her, no one dared to truly force her, only compromising and seeking perfection just to get an official status…
Fu Jinyue smiled helplessly and bitterly: It’s so hard to choose.
#Since everyone is already here, let’s keep whoever is youngest#
Guidelines before reading:
Female is not a virgin, males are virgins.
The protagonist is a bad woman, a prodigal who never turns back, and often discards men like worn-out shoes once she grows tired of playing with them.
My own style of cultivation; logic serves the plot.
Probably around six of them; if it’s satisfying to write, more will be added. No stock-buying (picking a male lead). Contains the following elements: innocent puppy, cold in public but gloomy/obsessive in private, gentle older man, green tea (manipulative), tsundere, funny guy, etc.
Important! The protagonist of this text has a plotline. As the synopsis says, she steps on men to rise to the top. In the end, the female lead pockets fame, fortune, and love all for herself.
Note to avoid landmines: The protagonist is not invincible from the start; she has a growth period. The text is frequently revised to supplement/change details.
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