After Being a Heartbreaker to the Male Lead - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

A few days later, the sect finally realized, belatedly, that I had lost my primordial yin.

“My god, Junior Sister, when you make a move, you really make it count. You shot straight into the Tribulation Transcendence stage.”

“Who’d you sleep with? What kind of legend helped you advance that fast?!”

I couldn’t be bothered with them, so I turned in another direction and kept sipping my tea.

“So you didn’t get to eat Sword Venerable Shen after all, but this one was still something special. You’re a top-grade water spiritual root too. A few more times, and you’ll benefit greatly.”

I wanted to say it was Shen Lingyuan, but swallowed the words.

No one would believe me anyway, and besides… it really wasn’t something honorable.

Back then, I’d just found out that the world I lived in was actually a novel, and that I was the vicious supporting female character. The person I pined for was the male lead; the plot itself had decreed that I would fall in love with him.

For a moment, my thoughts went astray. My inner demon took root, evil desire stirred, and I committed a grave mistake.

It was already good enough that he wasn’t going to pursue the matter or hold me accountable. I should just bury this secret for good.

“You don’t like Sword Venerable Shen anymore?”

“Mm. I don’t dare to.”

Senior Brother patted my shoulder, then suddenly pulled me into his arms. His peach-blossom eyes blazed as he said, “Then how about taking a look at your Senior Brother instead?”

I frantically waved my hands. I’d only just broken free of his strong embrace when Senior Sister pressed me into hers, her eyes seductive and her breath fragrant against my ear. “Then look at me, Junior Sister. Big Sis will definitely make you… die of ecstasy…”

Her warm breath brushed my ear, and I shivered.

“Quit messing around.” I was so frightened I even used Phantom Step, dodging several times in a row before I finally escaped the encirclement.

“Can you all stop eyeing the grass right by your own nest? I’m your Junior Sister!”

They stared at me without blinking. “Junior Sisters… are exactly for fucking.”

Damn it. There was no talking sense into this bunch. Good thing my escape techniques had always been first-rate, so I hurriedly ran off.

After leaving the sect, I wandered aimlessly for a while. Then I sighed, sat down on a riverbank, and stared blankly at the bright moon.

This world… was actually fake.

The scrolling comments were still flashing nonstop, either saying the Joyous Union Sect was filthy or cursing me as birds of a feather.

They didn’t understand anything. In the world of cultivation, strength came first. As long as you weren’t a demonic cultivator out there committing atrocities, what was there to criticize about mutually willing dual cultivation that granted spiritual power?

If your spiritual root was mediocre and you wanted to rise above the rest, then without cultivating this technique, your only option was the demonic path.

Those who hesitated and feared every step had long since become roadside bones. This cultivation world had never tolerated mediocrity.

Even for me, if I hadn’t had a top-grade water spiritual root and advanced so quickly, how could I have had the chance to choose the Xiaoyao Dao?

And the Xiaoyao Dao… hahaha.

With my current state of mind, what part of me was carefree? At this rate, I’d probably fall into demonic deviation sooner or later.

I used to speak grandly of the vastness of heaven and earth, never realizing I myself was only dust.

This world was only a book. So what did the hundreds of years I’d spent cultivating so bitterly amount to?

What… did I amount to?

The fortune I’d spent my whole life building up, a residence outfitted with three complete spell formations, the top-grade set of robes I’d just bought, the top-grade spirit sword I’d forged with my own heart’s blood…

What did any of it amount to?!!!