Yun Xiu suffers from severe social anxiety. The only place she can run her mouth is online, so after graduation she chooses to work at a crematorium, where she doesn’t have to deal with living people.
Then she transmigrates into The Overbearing Proud Hero Loves Her Madly, becoming a little fox spirit from the Hehuan Sect. She’s just about to happily head down the mountain with her fellow disciples and follow the cannon-fodder plotline of seducing the male protagonist, only to be killed in return and end up as nothing more than a prop in the male and female leads’ romance.
Yun Xiu: “…Is this even a proper novel?”
Yun Xiu: “Wait… what sect did you say?”
Immediately pulling herself together, she decides to quit the sect. That very night, she writes a withdrawal application and hands it to the sect master, stammering as she points at the recruitment notice from the neighboring Sword Sect.
“C-Could I… maybe…”
The beautiful sect master, with her enchanting peach blossom eyes, studies her for a long moment before speaking gravely.
“So, you intend to disguise yourself as a disciple and infiltrate the Sword Sect. An excellent plan. I never expected someone who looks so dull-witted to possess such foresight, even willing to request withdrawal just to prove your resolve.”
Yun Xiu: ?
“Wait…”
“I approve. Take the sect’s sacred treasure, the Love-Silk Bindings. If, after three months, you fail to obtain the primordial yang of ten Sword Sect disciples, I’ll cut off your tail and brew it into wine.”
Yun Xiu: “…!!”
Good news: She successfully avoided the plot of seducing the male lead and infiltrated the Sword Sect.
Bad news: One target turned into ten.
Master Yun, AAA Crematorium Technician: “…”
Following the principle of surviving one day at a time, she completely snaps and anonymously wreaks havoc across the spiritual internet with outrageous online thirst-posting.
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Sword Venerable Wuwang had been in secluded cultivation for five hundred years. Upon emerging, he accepted a new disciple—a well-behaved, sensible little girl who was so afraid of people that she could barely even manage to call him “Master” without stumbling over the words.
The cultivation world had changed dramatically during his seclusion. People no longer relied on voice transmission to communicate; instead, everyone chatted online through Glazed Mirror Networks.
On the very first day, during his lecture, he received an anonymous private message.
“Bro, I want you so badly. It’s been ages since I’ve seen a man this handsome. I seriously like you so much. Will you date me? Big Bro~ Are you there? Can I see your abs?”
Sword Venerable Wuwang: ?
This person’s shamelessly flirtatious words were extraordinarily bold. Enduring in silence while secretly investigating, the Sword Venerable eventually uncovered the culprit—a disciple from the Hehuan Sect who had infiltrated the Sword Sect.
That very night, he set out to arrest the infiltrator.
But when he pushed open the door, all he found was his own obedient little disciple, her consciousness hazy, watery eyes unfocused, while her fox tail swayed provocatively behind her.
His gaze drifted to the messages displayed in her Glazed Mirror.
“Babe, if I can’t dual cultivate with ten handsome guys today, both my life and my soul are going to perish. Baby, I love you, so before I die… can I at least see your abs once?”
Sword Venerable Wuwang: ?
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