Your head is quite nice; now it belongs to me. ... My name is Lu Xun, and I am searching for my own head..

After staying up all night reading a xianxia romance novel, Wei Yunxi found herself transmigrated into its world, becoming the very first female antagonist—a supporting character who shared her name. Yet the fate of this character was nothing short of tragic. She lavished the heroine with gear, resources, and even men, sacrificed her own talents, and ultimately died after having her spiritual roots ripped out and her golden core carved away in a cruel ritual. Enraged, Wei Yunxi shot up from the bed, slammed her palm on the wooden board, and declared, “I refuse to play this role any longer! Let whoever wants to be the benefactor take my place. My goal is to stay far from the heroine and ascend to the higher realms!” Her first step in this new world was to become a guardian of her own fortune—never again would she hand out precious items to the heroine. The most valuable treasure, a red sandalwood token she cherished above all else, would remain firmly in her grasp. Once she secured it, she realized it was her golden cheat—she’d joined a spatial chat group, where she could exchange resources with people from different worlds: the interstellar age, prehistoric times, apocalypse-ravaged lands, beastfolk tribes, the immortal realm, the divine domain, even the underworld. All these allies became her greatest strength. Throwing her head back, Wei Yunxi let out three triumphant roars. “Come at me, heroine—let’s see who wins this time!” But why did both the heroine and the male lead insist on hovering around her, always trying to take advantage of her? Did they really think her fortunes were so easily plundered? As Wei Yunxi’s cultivation grew stronger, the tangled conspiracies of the cultivation world gradually surfaced, and reality began to diverge sharply from the novel’s plot. For a time, Wei Yunxi suspected she had transmigrated into a counterfeit story. Only much later did she realize her arrival was no accident, but the prelude to a long-planned salvation. Note: This is a classic xianxia story centered on a powerful female protagonist. There is no male lead. The protagonist’s “golden finger” is not overwhelmingly excessive. She starts off somewhat weak, but she will steadily grow, becoming ever more formidable. The vast map of the cultivation world will gradually unfold. Please look forward to the journey!.

A cultivator without bottlenecks, who treads with utmost caution as if walking on thin ice—how far can such a person go? Exceptional talent? A fleeting lead is no true advantage. When you are trapped by a bottleneck, unable to advance, I will surpass you step by step, leaving you far behind. Challenging higher realms? Geniuses who have yet to realize their potential are not true geniuses; I will simply crush them with my superior cultivation. Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west? Some words need not be shouted. Weakness is not a crime—arrogance is. As for those people, I have but one approach: eradicate them, root and branch..

Also known as "I Possess an Alchemical Furnace." His fields were seized, and the local gentry acted without scruples. Faced with the burden of exorbitant annual rents, Ji Die relied on a furnace he stumbled upon—one that could enhance the quality of medicinal herbs—and an indignant, unyielding heart to embark upon the path of cultivation. Along the way, he gradually came to understand a simple truth: the cries of the weak fade into silence, unnoticed by all, while the whispers of the strong resonate throughout the heavens. "If so, let me become truly powerful—so powerful that no one may ever oppress me again!".

In her previous life, Chu Yuyao met her end at the hands of the one she trusted most—her own younger sister. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself thrust into a living nightmare: now the ugliest woman in the cultivation world, the infamous fake heiress of the Heavenly Dao Sect, with a face half beautiful and half as ghastly as a specter, shunned by all as a monster. Poisoned by the incurable Thousand Severance Powder, her life was slipping away by the hour. Worse still, her five dazzlingly talented Dao companions—each with unrivaled backgrounds—were rushing to sever their bonds with her, their eyes filled with a loathing deeper than if she were mere refuse. Then, at the crucial moment, a mysterious system awakened within her. It told her that only by winning the true love of those five men could she reverse her fate, restore her beauty, and ascend to the pinnacle of life. Gazing at the five men who wished nothing more than for her to disappear, Chu Yuyao let out a cold laugh. “Seduce them? They’d sooner beg on their knees for me to look back at them.” Right then and there, she broke off every bond, repudiated each husband, and, ignoring their stunned and bewildered expressions, severed all ties without the slightest hesitation, walking away without a backward glance. Later, Chu Yuyao removed her mask, revealing a face of unrivaled beauty. With her awakening to the rare Yin-Yang constitution, she became an exceptional genius in the world of cultivation. The very men who once discarded her like worn-out shoes found themselves falling hopelessly in love: the icy sword immortal melted for her, the smiling demon lord’s defenses crumbled, the overlord of demons bowed before her, the gentle saint became lost in her, and the proud prodigy with his obsession for cleanliness bent his knee. Her five former husbands knelt for a hundred days outside her sanctuary, pleading, “Yao’er, we were wrong. Please come back—we’d give you our very lives!” The system asked, “Host, will you accept their hearts?” Chu Yuyao replied with lazy indifference, “What’s the rush? Let them kneel a little longer.”.