After Being a Heartbreaker to the Male Lead - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Shen Lingyuan was the Sword Venerable of the present age, dressed in gray-black Daoist robes that made him look exceptionally imposing.

When Kunlun opened a secret realm, he came to oversee the proceedings. I saw him once from afar, and from that moment on, I could never forget him.

His side profile was tall and straight, his brows sharp as blades, his high nose bridge as if carved by a knife, his black eyes deep and dark.

As if he sensed my blatant stare, he cast me a sideways glance, his thin lips pressed together slightly. My heart clenched hard at once.

His brows and eyes were cold and distant, his gaze devoid of emotion, carrying the chill of wind and snow fading into desolation.

An absolute top-tier abstinent man!

I was a disciple of the Joyous Union Sect. Ever since transmigrating here, I had never cultivated the sect’s secret arts, and had instead devoted myself to the Xiaoyao Dao.

My senior brothers and sisters said I was a block of wood that had gained sentience, completely devoid of charm, but today, I suddenly understood what it meant to fall for someone.

Whatever. In our Xiaoyao Dao, if we want something, we make sure to get it.

I pursued him for eight years, and I did it so openly that everyone in the cultivation world knew.

His rejection was just as well known.

People set up betting pools, and every last one of them bet that I would never win him over.

“A once-in-a-thousand-years lovestruck fool from the Joyous Union Sect falls for a Sword Venerable without feeling or desire… sigh, that’s a hard one…”

No one thought highly of my chances, and I, unfortunately, failed to prove them wrong.

I used every method I could think of, and he still kept me at a distance.

He refused my sword stone, and even turned around and gave me a better one. He wouldn’t eat the pastries either, saying he had no desire for the pleasures of food.

When I heard one of his disciples had been seriously injured, I eagerly brought over spiritual medicine.

He accepted it, but then returned spirit stones to me at twenty percent above market price.

I stood outside Kunlun’s gates holding a whole box of spirit stones, so angry I paced in circles.

Fine. Fine. Fine. He really was a good man. Even if he didn’t like me, he didn’t string me along.

And I liked that kind of good character. Dripping water wears through stone. I refused to believe I couldn’t have him.

Later came the Immortal-Demon War. Alone, he held the line, his sword moving with the momentum of battle through the demon army.

Like flowing light, like crashing waves, vast sword qi swept out with every casual strike, blood spraying everywhere in its wake.

Amid severed limbs and shattered corpses, that handsome face of his remained cold as ever, though the killing intent lent his eyes a dangerous, aggressive edge.

He turned and looked at me from the side again, a trace of scarlet still lingering in his eyes. As if afraid he might accidentally hurt me, he flew far away.

I couldn’t physically catch up to him, so I could only deal with the demon soldiers in front of me first.

A man like that was really something. Not only was I not afraid, I wanted him even more.

Afterward, he fought the Demon Sovereign and the twelve Demon Lords by himself, and won by a narrow margin.

He drove back the Demon Sovereign, but he was badly injured too. Avoiding the remaining demonic cultivators, I used Silken Guide to find him.

He was hiding in a cave, already unconscious.

I was so busy applying medicine and bandaging his wounds that I nearly flew into a frenzy. I fed him precious pills like they were candy, and only then did his condition finally stabilize.

Under the light of the Cold Firefly Lamp, his bloodless skin was so pale it was nearly translucent, as if he had never been touched by the dust and smoke of the mortal world, carrying a clear, chilly coldness.

That fragile, broken look of his was truly alluring…

I’d already drained my spiritual energy dry healing him, so kissing him once on the lips wasn’t too much, right?

I puckered up and gave him a tiny peck, secretly pleased with myself.

All right, time for me to clean up the traces I left behind, so the demonic cultivators wouldn’t come after him.

When I looked up, I saw lines of small text floating in the air.

[Ahhhhh evil supporting female character, don’t kiss the male lead! His first kiss belongs to the female lead!]

[Why isn’t my precious girl here yet? Hurry up and save the hero, beautiful girl!]

[Don’t worry, no matter how much the evil supporting female character struggles, she’s dead anyway.]

[The male lead draws his sword, whoosh whoosh whoosh~ one strike through the heart~]

From the scattered information in the scrolling comments, I pieced together the general picture. Why did what they were saying sound so much like a novel I’d read before?

So not only had I transmigrated into the cultivation world, I’d transmigrated into a novel.

Qiu Jishui was the number one evil supporting female character. She coveted the male lead, harmed the female lead in secret, committed every bad deed imaginable, and in the end died with the male lead’s sword through her heart.

Right. Sure. I committed every bad deed imaginable…

I had risked being caught by demonic cultivators and run into this chaotic battlefield, and I had used spiritual medicine on him as freely as if it cost nothing, medicine so precious I normally couldn’t bear to part with it.

I only wanted to erase the traces because I was afraid someone might follow them here.

By coincidence, the female lead came here to gather herbs and found him.

So he thought she was the one who had saved him. When golden wind meets jade dew, that one encounter surpasses countless meetings in the human world.

I was those countless meetings.

Later, of course, I refused to accept it. I made scenes and caused trouble, but I still couldn’t win back his heart, so again and again I plotted to harm the female lead, only to die at the male lead’s hands in the end.

In the silent cave, I suddenly let out a cold laugh, then spat out a mouthful of blood.

So I was the evil supporting female character. No wonder whenever our eyes met, his gaze seemed to flicker as if he was interested in me, yet he still turned his head away and avoided me.

It took me eight years to go from “young friend” to “Jishui,” but even eight years of burning devotion couldn’t warm that jade heart of his.

His heart, his love, his entire being-they had all been reserved for the heroine.

Why… why?

Even when I risked my life to save him, all I became was the opportunity for the male and female leads to meet.

And after that, every time I played the villain, I only ended up becoming another step in their romance.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and looked at him lying there unconscious. For a moment, vicious thoughts flooded my mind.

I had wanted to handle everything perfectly, but while trying to erase the traces, I ended up losing track of him instead.

He really was something-he could even mistake his own lifesaver for someone else. And after learning the truth, he simply let the mistake stand.

How wonderful… just wonderful…

I threw out Defensive Array Disk after Defensive Array Disk, then bent down and patted his face with the back of my hand.

The scrolling comments were full of curses, so I simply put some force into it and yanked open his robe.

Layer after layer of Daoist robes slipped away, revealing pale skin and taut muscle little by little, like bamboo shoots stripped of their husks.

Set against the dark gray cloth, his skin looked cold and white as jade, making him seem even more like he’d been sculpted from a mountain of jade.

His upper body was exposed to the cool air, collarbones deeply set, chest firm, his muscles smooth and tight, carrying a sense of hidden power held in reserve.

Lower down… eight-pack abs rose and fell softly with his breathing, his waist lean and narrow, enough to make someone want to lay a hand there and measure it.

And lower still… despite the abstinent, untouchable air he usually carried, the hair below his lower abdomen was thick, black, and glossy, trailing upward in a line to his navel.

He looked extremely capable in bed.

The scrolling comments froze for a moment.

[Th-this… is this really something we’re allowed to see? (covering eyes while peeking)]

[Hot daddy… slurp…]

[What are you doing? The evil supporting actress is about to defile the male lead!]

That’s right. I was going to defile him.

I had been wavering a little, but the moment I thought of the ending the scrolling comments had talked about, I stopped holding back. I pounced on him, sucking and biting, leaving my marks all over him.

Although I mainly cultivated the Xiaoyao Dao, I’d picked up a thing or two about the Dual Cultivation Secret Art through sheer exposure.

With only the slightest use of it, he trembled in his unconsciousness and hardened.

[That’s a huge tent-wait no, Male Lead, why are you hard for the evil supporting actress?]

[Ahhh, you bitch! Don’t touch the male lead!]

[Whatever, if there’s meat, eat first. Delicious~]

[Do you people have no standards? Weren’t we supposed to be carrying the CP banner?]

The scrolling comments became a complete mess, nearly turning into a fight, when suddenly the constantly jumping text went still.

He had woken up. Even with injuries like these, he still struggled to open his eyes. “Qiu Jishui…”

I had one of his nipples between my teeth. I lifted my head and smiled provocatively. “It’s me.”

His vision went black, and he passed out again.

That day, I seriously conducted some biological research. I gained a much deeper understanding of dual cultivation, and Primordial Yang really was a powerful tonic.

Stuffed full of Primordial Yang, I put his clothes back on him and got up and left.

As soon as I stepped out of the cave, I saw a female cultivator not far away going in circles under the array’s misdirection.

I withdrew the array disk and smiled at her. “Gathering herbs?”

A trace of gratitude appeared on her delicate face. “Many thanks, fellow cultivator. I heard there are medicinal herbs here that contain both demonic and spiritual energy, so I came to see if I could find any.”

The plot really was incredible. In a deadly place like this, a medical cultivator like her could barge in alone and still somehow stumble across Shen Lingyuan. Was this the heroine halo?

[My baby girl! Why did you only get here now?!]

[If they meet now… with those marks on the male lead’s neck… one look and it’s obvious someone already claimed him, so how can it still be love at first sight?]

[Don’t tell me the male lead is going to assume the heroine did it? Baby girl… don’t take the blame for this…]

How funny. He could calmly accept the burden of a life-saving debt, but not this? Wasn’t he all about letting mistakes stay mistakes? Then he should own this too.

Realizing my smile had turned a little mocking, I touched the corner of my mouth. “Alright then, you go ahead and do your thing.”

I casually stepped onto my sword and flew away.

In the original story, I grew twisted with jealousy, targeted the heroine, and did every evil thing imaginable. This time, I was going to ruin the male lead thoroughly and then dump him!

That was how the Xiaoyao Dao worked: of all things, the one thing you could never swallow was a loss, and of all things, the one thing you could never endure was grievance.

[With the plot falling apart like this, can this still get a HE?]

[Ahhhhhhh the male lead’s been tainted!]