Little Wei quite liked Little Nailuo, mainly because she was sweet-talking—though it would be even better if she didn’t keep calling her "big sister."
"I’m going to sleep first."
Little Wei wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but this mission seemed to have exhausted her more than usual. Yet, when she thought about it, nothing particularly strenuous had happened.
Meanwhile, Si finally figured out the identity of that host—Su Ya.
Her hideout had been blown up, and after barely managing to board a spaceship with her system, she was dumped on a remote planet—the kind even dogs wouldn’t visit—because the ship was just a garbage hauler.
Now, her soul was dissipating, so transparent it was like a sheet of paper. She probably only had three or four days left.
Si turned off the surveillance feed and stopped paying attention to that planet.
"By the way, how do you tell who the male and female leads are?" Little Wei couldn’t help but ask.
She genuinely hadn’t expected the protagonists of this world to be Zhang Yunxiao and Zhong Ruyue. Mostly because the surname "Zhang" didn’t sound cool or impressive at all. Compared to other male lead names, this one was seriously lacking.
"Well, you can usually guess based on their background or circumstances. Also, protagonists tend to have brainless antagonists around them, so that’s another clue. If you can figure out who they are, it might help boost your ranking faster," Little Nailuo replied with a grin.
"Oh, right—Si, your illness… it’s not serious, is it?" Little Wei wasn’t quite ready to attend her own system’s funeral yet.
Si was genuinely surprised that Little Wei cared about her condition. After a brief pause, she chuckled lightly.
"It’s not serious."
"Then I’m going to sleep."
The moment Little Wei finished speaking, she collapsed onto the bed and "passed away."
Little Nailuo glanced at her sleeping sister before rushing over to Si.
"Si, where’s the child?" Little Nailuo asked curiously.
"The company’s people are taking care of her. They’re modifying her physique and whatnot—after all, she came from a novel world," Si replied casually.
Little Nailuo’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.
"Does that mean we’ll get to see Little Wei babysitting in the future?"
Si: "..."
"That’s unlikely for now. By the way, the next world the company picked isn’t great. I need you to do something for me." Si glanced at the top shelf of the bookcase, where a golden-glowing book rested.
If possible, she really didn’t want Little Wei to go there.
Because the world that novel was based on originated from her and Gu Wei’s homeland—the Canglan Realm.
Even though thousands of years had passed there, Si was still worried that certain information might have survived—like, say, portraits of her.
After all, in the world of cultivation, artifacts from tens of thousands of years ago could still appear perfectly intact.
She needed Little Nailuo to remove anything like that before Little Wei saw it.
"Got it," Little Nailuo nodded quickly.
——
The Canglan Realm.
The Canglan Realm was home to countless cultivators. Over tens of thousands of years, these cultivators had formed countless sects, clans, and academies.
Sects stood above empires and academies. Most academies were established by inner disciples of sects, with the most talented sent to the sects while the less gifted remained to study basic cultivation techniques.
Among the sects, the Qingdao Sect reigned supreme. Founded by the Divine Lord of the Canglan Realm, countless cultivators considered joining it the highest honor.
Yet, this very sect had been infiltrated and annihilated by a demonic disciple. The ruins were drenched in the blood of its members and elders, staining the streams at the foot of the mountain red.
Even the sect master, the Supreme Purity Taoist, had his soul devoured by demons, leaving no chance for reincarnation.
Little Wei abruptly opened her eyes.
This host’s wish was surprisingly simple: ensure the survival of the entire sect.
Huh.
After all those revenge plots, now the wish is this straightforward?
Still, her identity this time wasn’t bad—Gu Tianyi, the master of Zhong Lingfeng, at the Nascent Soul stage.
She didn’t understand why even her name had changed, but she could accept it. However…
Who the hell could explain why her Nascent Soul-stage self was so short, looking like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen?
This was just tragic.
Annoyed, Little Wei turned the mirror away. For some reason, the original host’s consciousness was unusually active when she took over the body—almost as if it was delighted.
Little Wei couldn’t make sense of it.
"Master Zhongling, the sect master has summoned you." Before Little Wei could figure out what to do next, a girl in gray robes entered.
This girl was far more delicate than modern people, with a dewy freshness that made her seem like she’d melt if poked.
Well, cultivation worlds had no ugly women.
Little Wei could accept that.
"What does he want?" Little Wei asked, stroking her chin.
She wasn’t sure which point in the original host’s memories this was.
"The sect master wishes for you to select a disciple. The top three from the competition are already waiting."
Hearing "top three," Little Wei perked up.
Right, this was where the problem started. To cause trouble, one naturally had to infiltrate the cultivation world from within.
"Let’s go take a look." Little Wei narrowed her eyes.
Another classic "three suspects" scenario, just like in detective stories.
But if none of the other masters had noticed, the demonic cultivator must have had some method to conceal their identity.
As soon as she stepped outside, Little Wei instinctively tried to summon a flying device with her spiritual energy—only for a sword to materialize beneath her feet instead.
It nearly gave her a heart attack.
Luckily, the difference wasn’t too drastic. The sword was just slightly wider than that garbage flying device.
"Master?" the girl beside her called.
"Ah, right, let’s go." Little Wei recalled the original host’s hand seals, forming the necessary gestures before soaring into the sky.
At least it wasn’t the "flower-hand dance." Little Wei felt a little relieved.
Following the original host’s memories, she arrived at the main hall. Several peak lords were already seated, smiling when they saw her.
"Tianyi, we’ve saved some disciples for you. Take a look."
Hearing this, Little Wei’s chest swelled with warmth. The sect had truly treated the original host well. Her parents had died years ago, and while she inherited their cultivation legacy, her foundation was shaky.
Despite being at the Nascent Soul stage, she couldn’t hold her own against opponents of the same level.
The sect had always protected her—no wonder the original host wanted to protect them in return. Though it was odd how many people here shared the surname "Gu."
"Sure." Little Wei floated over and took the silver seat beside the sect master.
The sect master was a gentle-looking man in his thirties, exuding a refined, scholarly aura that made him pleasant to be around.
"That one, Cheng Yuguang, has a thunder spirit root and a celestial physique. His talent is exceptional," the sect master whispered.
"What about the one in the middle?" Little Wei asked.
The middle one was a boy, about eleven or twelve, thin and frail.
"That’s Ye Mingtian. His aptitude isn’t bad, but he has a dual spirit root," the sect master replied, frowning slightly.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
