Chapter 2

She had passed out from crying over Liu Chengzhi’s suffering while reading the novel—only to wake up transmigrated into the story itself.

To make matters worse, she was inexplicably bound to a trash system that forced her to complete all the main storyline tasks of the villainous master, or else it would strike her dead with heavenly lightning.

For the past five days since transmigrating, Luo Chu had done nothing but eat, sleep, water flowers, play the zither, and enjoy the scenery—living a carefree and leisurely life.

The only nuisance was the dialogue box that popped up every half hour:

[Main Mission 1: Take the Great Villain Liu Chengzhi as Your Disciple.]

At this moment, Luo Chu was lazily sprawled on her jade bed, draped in silkworm silk quilts, reading a storybook.

Her dark hair was loosely tied, a few strands falling gently, her white robes casually spread across the bed—an effortlessly stunning sight.

She expertly clicked the red “X” to close the dialogue box, sat up, and calmly picked up an exquisitely crafted blue-patterned teacup for a sip.

An orange cat leaped around her, exasperated.

“Luo Chu! The disciple selection ceremony started half an hour ago! Why aren’t you going to complete the mission?! Weren’t you Liu Chengzhi’s die-hard ‘mom fan’? Your poor son suffered so much inhuman abuse—don’t you want to save him from misery?”

“Bring him here, and he won’t suffer abuse anymore?”

Luo Chu side-eyed the cat, unimpressed.

“Besides, sure, I was his ‘mom fan’—but that was a reader’s love for a fictional character. Now? He’s the one who’s going to kill me. No matter how much I like him, I’m not risking my life for this.”

“Fine, forget him—let’s talk about you! If you don’t complete the mission, heavenly lightning will scatter your soul to the winds! I’m not joking!”

Seeing Luo Chu ignore it, the cat’s beady eyes rolled, and it padded over, stepping on her robes with its tiny paws, mewling in a sickly sweet voice: “Luo Chu~ Xiao Chuchu~ Chuchuchu~ Would you kindly move your noble legs and go recruit the villain as your disciple—”

POW!

Before it could finish, Luo Chu smacked it upside down.

“Who the hell are you trying to disgust?!”

The cat, now furious, threw a tantrum, rolling around and yowling: “Are you going or not?!”

Luo Chu snapped back: “No! If I don’t complete the mission, I die. If I do complete it, Liu Chengzhi kills me anyway. Early death, late death—same difference! Might as well lie here like a salted fish and wait to die! If you’ve got the guts, strike me with lightning right now!”

BOOM!

A bolt of heavenly lightning crashed down, splitting the indestructible jade bed clean in half.

Luo Chu sat on the remaining half, staring blankly at the smoldering wreckage in front of her, then up at the gaping hole in the roof.

Her teacup trembled in her dainty hands.

A moment later, she rolled off the bed, grabbed the Xuanbing Sword hanging on the wall, and strode outside.

“We cannon-fodder villains exist to act brainlessly, advance the plot, and set the mood, right? I get it. Let’s go do the mission. I ‘ love’ missions.”

“…Maybe wipe the snot and tears off your face first. Would be more convincing.”

Outside, Zixiu and Zixuan were sweeping fallen leaves when the sudden thunderclap startled them.

Zixiu threw his broom and yelled: “Who dares harm our Martial Aunt?!”

Zixuan smacked his head, adopting the air of a seasoned elder.

“Don’t be so dramatic. Martial Aunt must’ve broken through another cultivation level—this is her tribulation lightning.”

Zixiu nodded sagely.

“Senior brother is wise. With Martial Aunt’s power, ascension is inevitable. Let’s leave before we get caught in the crossfire.”*

The six peaks of Yunshang Immortal Sect—Yuling Peak, Qingya Peak, Xuanyu Peak, Changsheng Peak, Nanyue Peak, and Changchun Peak—stood tall, each with its own distinction.

The original Luo Chu preferred solitude, and her Qingya Peak was the most serene of the six—lush bamboo groves, tranquil shade—perfect for her ice-cold beauty persona.

Along the way, disciples bowed respectfully.

Luo Chu, channeling the aloofness of the original, swept past them with a frosty glance and a slight nod, managing to bluff her way through.

At the viewing platform, dozens of senior disciples stood in reverence while the peak lords sat before a massive bronze mirror, observing the competition below with interest.

By the time Luo Chu arrived, the matches had long since begun.

No one dared complain about her tardiness—after all, she was the sect’s most peerless genius in centuries, the undisputed number one cultivator.

The reality? Luo Chu hadn’t inherited a single shred of the original’s power.

Her calm demeanor was pure acting—because if she slipped up, she was dead.

As the saying goes: Life’s a play—fake it till you make it.

“Junior sister, you’re here! Come sit—it’s just getting exciting.”

The gentle, jade-like man before her was none other than Yun Xinyi, the original Luo Chu’s senior brother and current sect leader—one of the few major male characters in the novel not obsessed with the female lead.

And worse—he’d harbored a secret love for the original Luo Chu for years… only to be killed by her in the end.

What a sin. What a sin.

“Is this junior sister’s new spirit pet?”

Yun Xinyi eyed the orange cat trailing behind her.

Hearing this, the cat leaped onto the table, yowling: “How dare you compare this lord to a mere pet?! Stupid human!”

Luo Chu smacked it to the ground in disgust.

“Just some stray beast.”

Cat:MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW!!!*

Yun Xinyi chuckled.

“This cat’s so lively—quite the opposite of junior sister’s temperament. Why not keep it for amusement?”

“Senior brother… can’t you understand it?”

“Junior sister jokes—how could I understand a cat?”

“Of course he can’t hear me! Only you can, Luo Chu! How’s it feel to be the chosen one, huh? Hahahahaha!”

Chosen my ass!

Yun Xinyi picked up the cat, long fingers scratching under its chin.

At first, it resisted—but soon, its eyes slit in pleasure, neck stretching in bliss.

Luo Chu watched, sneering inwardly: Pathetic.

“Its fur is orange, but its belly is snow-white. ‘Light clouds untouched by frost, tangerine hues on the treetops’—how about ‘Yunju’ (Cloud Tangerine)?”

“No, Senior brother. It already has a name.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Dumbass.”

Yun Xinyi:”……”*

The cat bristled—but under Luo Chu’s murderous glare, it wilted, curling pitifully into Yun Xinyi’s arms.

This lord knows when to yield. No point arguing with a petty woman.