“It’s the Frost Moon Sword!
Heavens, not only is this little junior sister from the Wuya Sword Sect an Alchemy Practitioner, but she even managed to form a pact with the Frost Moon Sword, ranked seventh on the Sword Ranking List!”
“It’s like they say, comparisons are odious.
Born with rare Dual Spirit Roots and already at the Late Stage of Spirit Severing at just twelve.
There really is a wall between geniuses and ordinary people.”
“With that kind of talent, she leaves her senior sister in the dust.
In my opinion, with those Five Spirit Roots of hers, she probably won’t be able to form a pact with a Lifebound Sword today.”
As the topic turned to her, the spectating disciples couldn’t help but laugh in unison.
They looked toward the woman in green robes standing at the front.
Despite being the object of comparison, she had her eyes closed, dozing under the watchful gaze of the crowd.
The crowd’s disdain for her grew even stronger.
‘So noisy…’
Yun Fuzhao opened her eyes.
Before she could react, a sharp pain shot through her head as a flood of unfamiliar memories poured into her mind.
‘Did I…
transmigrate into a book?’
She had transmigrated into the cannon fodder senior sister from the cultivation novel *Little Junior Sister She is delicate and soft*, which she had randomly clicked on.
Her entire existence was merely to serve as a foil, highlighting the little junior sister’s extraordinary talent, beauty, and kindness.
The little junior sister possessed rare Dual Spirit Roots and trained as both a Sword Cultivator and an Alchemy Practitioner.
In contrast, the senior sister was a “control group” with the trashiest Five Spirit Roots, having only just reached Foundation Establishment after turning fifteen.
The little junior sister was gentle and adorable, adored by all the disciples; the senior sister was stern, unsmiling, and had a strange personality…
A complete background character, her death in the original story was mentioned only in passing—eaten by a demon beast for lunch.
Yun Fuzhao was speechless.
She had been an unemployed graduate in the 21st century, lazing around at home.
She’d stumbled upon this novel, and upon seeing that the female side character shared her name, she’d felt that classic jolt, operating on the principle that ‘if we share a name, I’m bound to transmigrate.’ She pulled an all-nighter to finish the thousand-plus-chapter Mary Sue novel and essentially memorized the whole thing.
And then, she had gloriously died from exhaustion.
“Holy crap, she was actually asleep!
Look at that dazed expression.
How could she possibly fall asleep on a day as important as the Sword Selection Ceremony for a Sword Cultivator!”
‘The Sword Selection Ceremony…’
Yun Fuzhao remembered.
In the novel, the female lead, Yu Nian’er, forms a pact with the Frost Moon Sword at this ceremony, showcasing her exceptional talent.
Combined with her status as an Alchemy Practitioner, she immediately captures the male lead’s attention.
This was where their love story began.
Just as she was thinking this, the disciples around her grew restless.
Yun Fuzhao looked over.
A massive Water Mirror stood in the center of a high platform.
From within it, a young woman in pink slowly emerged, a silvery longsword radiating a cold aura in her hand.
It was the Frost Moon Sword.
The book had dedicated long passages to describing Yu Nian’er’s appearance, going on and on about her beauty.
In reality, it was pretty much true.
Yu Nian’er wore a light pink-and-blue embroidered dress with a checkered floral pattern, her hair was styled in a single-coil bun, and her eyes were like limpid pools.
Every frown and smile could stir one’s soul.
The very image of a female lead.
She joyfully threw herself into someone’s arms.
“Second Senior Brother, I did it!”
The man was handsome, dressed in indigo Daoist robes with a moon pattern.
He was tall, with an extraordinary bearing.
It was Second Senior Brother Hou Feiyu, also a supporting male character in the novel.
‘Yun Fuzhao knew all too well.
This Hou Feiyu was a simp, a supporting character so minor he was practically Male Character #N.
He only ever interacted with the female lead in the Wuya Sword Sect; the moment she left for the Xuantian Sect, he was the first one she kicked to the curb.’
“Isn’t that Yun Fuzhao the senior sister of the Wuya Sword Sect?
Why isn’t she standing with the disciples from her own Sect?”
The crowd then noticed that Yun Fuzhao was standing at the front of the Loose Cultivators’ group, a great distance away from her Sect.
“Probably because she’s too unpopular and too weak.
No one from her Sect wants to stand with her.”
“Maybe she’s being ostracized.”
Hearing this, Yu Nian’er looked toward Yun Fuzhao and, under everyone’s gaze, walked over to her.
Yu Nian’er took her arm.
“Senior Sister, why are you standing here all by yourself?
Our Sect is over there.
You always stand so far away from us, and you never come over when we call.”
Her words successfully directed all the blame toward Yun Fuzhao.
“So she chose to stand here on her own.
Honestly, acting as if she’s the one being ostracized.”
“That Yu Nian’er is so beautiful and kind.
If she were in our Sect, we’d definitely treasure her.”
Yun Fuzhao was at a loss for words.
She was standing here simply because the original owner of this body had argued with Hou Feiyu and didn’t want to see him.
That was why she was standing so far away.
Yet her actions had been twisted to make black seem white.
Yun Fuzhao pulled her arm away and said with a stern face, “Hou Feiyu annoyed me.
I don’t want to deal with him right now.”
Her features were already somewhat sharp, so with a stern expression, she looked quite intimidating.
Yu Nian’er was taken aback for a moment, then immediately tried to defend Hou Feiyu.
“Second Senior Brother has always been so gentle with everyone.
Senior Sister, could there be some misunderstanding between you two?”
“A misunderstanding?
Then why don’t you be the judge, Little Junior Sister.”
Yun Fuzhao stared with her dead-fish eyes.
“This morning, I went to the Bounty Pavilion to collect my commission, but the manager there said it had already been collected.
I asked around and found out Hou Feiyu took it for me.
“That would have been fine if he’d just given it back to me.
But what happened instead?
He used the three Mid-grade Spirit Stones I nearly died for to buy you clothes.”
Yun Fuzhao pointed at her.
“The very ones you’re wearing.”
Of course, Yu Nian’er knew about this.
At the time, she had wondered where Hou Feiyu got the Spirit Stones, but after learning the truth, she chose to remain silent.
“On that mission, I broke three ribs and was bedridden for a whole month.
You know, Little Junior Sister, I’ve only just reached Foundation Establishment, and with my Five Spirit Roots, it’s not easy for me to earn Spirit Stones.”
After speaking, Yun Fuzhao even pretended to wipe away a nonexistent tear.
The spectating disciples were moved by her words.
One spoke up, “If it were me with my hot temper, I would’ve picked a fight with him ages ago!”
“Anyone would be upset if the Spirit Stones they worked so hard for were spent by someone else, right?
Besides, she’s so useless; wouldn’t it be even harder for her to earn those Spirit Stones?”
Yun Fuzhao was speechless.
‘That last part was completely unnecessary.’
But some disciples disagreed.
“As the senior sister, what’s the problem with Yun Fuzhao spending her Spirit Stones on her juniors?
And her talent is so poor—she only reached Foundation Establishment at fifteen.
Giving her Spirit Stones is just a waste.”
“Exactly!
I’m the youngest in my Sect, and my senior brothers and sisters are all very generous with me, saving all the good stuff for me.
As a senior sister, she can’t be this stingy, can she?”
Yu Nian’er spoke up at just the right moment, her expression aggrieved.
“I’m sorry, Senior Sister, I didn’t know these were bought with your Spirit Stones.
I just thought Second Senior Brother was worried I wouldn’t even have a decent dress for the Sword Selection Ceremony, so he gave it to me…”
Her words were sincere and heartfelt, and her pitiful, moving appearance made those already biased in her favor feel even more sympathy for her.
“Junior Yu, if you wouldn’t mind, I can pay out of my own pocket to buy you a few beautiful outfits.”
Yu Nian’er blushed and looked at the man.
He was dressed in dark purple Daoist robes with a crane pattern and a hint of cyan, his waist cinched with a belt featuring an interlocking thunder pattern.
He had sharp brows and starlike eyes, his dark irises deep and full of emotion.
Someone recognized the Sect Emblem on his chest and exclaimed, “It’s a Direct Disciple from the Xuantian Sect!”
The Xuantian Sect—the number one Sect in the current Cultivation World.
Its power was immense, and it was filled with chosen ones as numerous as the hairs on an ox.
From this one Sect alone, dozens of Great Powers had achieved Ascension.
Every year, countless Cultivators would break their heads trying to get in.
‘With such a dazzling identity, wasn’t he the standard-issue male lead?’