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

Yan Shu pressed her hand to her chest, was it normal for cultivators to experience heart palpitations?


It's probably an ill omen – after all, with transmigration, a bit of superstitious belief can't hurt, right? 


What if the male lead really ends up killing his wife to attain enlightenment?


But the problem was, all the signs indicated that Xiao Jihan wasn't cultivating the path of ruthlessness. If he wasn't following the path of ruthlessness, how could he kill his wife to attain enlightenment? This contradiction was baffling.


Yan Shu closed her eyes and massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She squatted down, absentmindedly plucking a handful of grass and counting them, "Follow, not follow, follow..."


With a complex mood, Yan Shu looked at the last blade of grass in her hand and let out a sigh, "The heavens have determined that I shouldn't follow. It seems the world of cultivation still needs a bit of feudal superstition."


A Bloodbath Triggered by a Blade of Grass