Yan Shu transmigrated into a book and was randomly gifted with a male lead's hatred package!
In three months, she would be completely destroyed by the male lead!
As the biological son of the Heavenly Tao, she couldn't defeat him in a fight and got struck by lightning when trying to escape. Yan Shu was furious!
Since that was the case, don't blame her...
Igniting his affection bar!
Yan Shu said, "Disciple, your clothes look a bit worn out. Take my token and get some new ones."
Instead of receiving new clothes, the disciple, Xiao Jihan, was humiliated and left with bruises all over his body: Favorability -10.
Yan Shu said, "Disciple, do you want to refine pills? I have some excellent Immortal Spirit Herb here, I'll give it to you."
The alchemy furnace he had finally saved enough spirit stones to exchange for exploded into pieces, leaving Xiao Jihan covered in soot: Favorability -10.
Yan Shu said, "Disciple, there are many demons in the Braham Secret Realm. This Grand Primordial Pill can save your life, take it."
But because of the Grand Primordial Pill's spiritual energy, he ended up besieged by demons and nearly lost his life: Favorability -10.
Yan Shu: ...

Cultivation Strategy: Starting with Bribing the Male Lead

More and more people gathered in the valley, and Yan Shu handed out a Spirit-Gathering Grass to each person who arrived, appearing as if she were lavishly wealthy.


Initially, those who received the Spirit-Gathering Grass were quite happy. After all, there was a lively atmosphere to enjoy, and they were receiving spiritual plants. It felt like they were picking up something valuable for free.


However, when they went to their senior brothers and sisters to clarify the situation after receiving the notification, their smiles faded instantly.


Due to the commotion, even those who hadn't received the notification had come. Some elders responsible for this visit to the Brahma Secret Realm had also arrived.


Yan Shu didn't care who had come; anyone who arrived was given a Spirit-Gathering Grass.


Clueless about Favoritism