Fang Weizhao was, to put it mildly, freaking out.

At the exact moment the sky split between day and night, her hand began to rise — moving entirely on its own.

Then her whole body launched skyward. She spun midair, and a cascade of brilliant light swept outward from her blade, like scattered stars tumbling through the heavens. It cleaved straight through the iridescent beam screaming toward her.

Sword light flashed. Fluid as a dragon in flight.

If she ignored the crushing presence of the serpent across from her — several dozen times larger than an Amazonian anaconda — she figured she probably looked pretty impressive right now. Graceful, even. The unshakable poise of a true cultivator.

No surprises here. She’d transmigrated.

Judging by the situation, she’d landed in a xianxia novel.

Fang Weizhao, who considered herself exceptionally well-read in these matters, took it all in stride. Based on the current circumstances, she’d probably transmigrated into someone fairly formidable. The aloof, peerless senior sister type, maybe. Or the cherished junior sister doted on by absolutely everyone.

Before that calm could settle in, the serpent — now thoroughly enraged — erupted with a surge of murderous energy. Its black-scaled tail coiled with every ounce of force it could muster and came crashing toward her in one devastating strike.

Wait. That’s… a little sudden.

I wasn’t quite ready yet.

“Junior Sister!”

“Weizhao!”

Jie-jie—

Several voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Amid the swirling dust and sand, only that flutter of pale yellow robes remained visible.

In the flash of a lightning strike, the serpent slammed heavily into the ground, its body convulsing. It already looked halfway to dead.

Fang Weizhao was about to turn her head and strike a devastatingly cool pose, only to discover that the serpent’s tail had punched a gaping hole straight through her shoulder.

…Fantastic. Really. Just fantastic.

Blood seeped slowly from the wound, spreading in a dark bloom across her shoulder. Drop by drop, it trickled down and splattered against the ground like a fragile, shockingly vivid flower.

The pain took a moment to register. When it did, it swallowed her whole — a bone-deep, piercing agony that felt like being dropped into an ice pit. Wisps of demonic energy coiled through her shoulder, forcing their way into her body inch by inch. She felt her skin being stretched past breaking, then carved open slice by slice, the pain radiating through every limb.

Fang Weizhao forced herself upright. She lifted her blood-smeared hands and pressed them against her heaving chest, struggling to steady her breathing.

Okay. Is anyone actually going to help me?

What is everyone just standing there for?

I really think I’m still salvageable. Honestly.

[Beep… System connecting…]

[System: Greetings, Host. Congratulations on successfully transmigrating into the novel A Xianxia Guide to Demon Hunting. Your quests this cycle are divided into Main Quests, Side Quests, and Hidden Quests.]

[System: Only by completing both Main and Side Quests will the mission be considered successful. Completing Hidden Quests will grant hidden rewards. Warning: Host must value your own life. Death at any point will result in mission failure. Failed missions will result in being randomly assigned to a Small World for punishment.]

This was exactly why you should never get too pleased with yourself.

Before Fang Weizhao could even finish the thought, a mouthful of blood burst uncontrollably past her lips. Her vision went black, and she plummeted straight down from the sky, body rigid.

System, could you have shown up any later?

…Great. Isn’t this fall going to kill me for sure?

The mission’s going to fail before it even starts.

So she’d traveled all this way, gotten herself gravely injured, and now she’d fall — and then she’d be shipped back for punishment.

What was even the point of transmigrating?

[System: As this is the Host’s first transmigration, we have specially prepared a Newcomer Gift Pack. Reminders will be issued at key moments and milestones for your convenience!]

[The Host has now entered this body. The original owner’s techniques have been transmitted into your divine consciousness and are available for immediate use. We hope the Host thoroughly enjoys this transmigration experience. The System will remain in hibernation until mission completion and will not interfere with the plot.]

At the very last possible second, she fell into a broad, solid embrace — gathered up and held securely in someone’s arms.

The pain was unbearable. She struggled to open her eyes, but everything stayed a blur. She couldn’t make out the face of the person holding her at all. She could only catch the faint, elusive scent of sandalwood on him, and the searing warmth of his chest.

But the clean lines of his silhouette made one thing perfectly clear. It was a man. Likely a good-looking one, too.

“Thank…”

The moment she opened her mouth, blood surged out like a floodgate flung wide. There was no stopping it. It spilled directly onto his sleeve, ruining the fabric entirely.

The man’s kindness nearly moved her to tears. She was about to apologize for the mess when he started coughing behind his sleeve — deep, violent coughs that rattled through her entire body. It felt like every bone in her body was about to shake loose. The intensity of it nearly made her snap upright from a dead slump just to demand whether he was trying to fake an injury claim.

“Junior Sister.”

The man paused a moment to steady himself before speaking. His voice was clear and smooth, like a summer night’s breeze, or the roll of ocean waves — unhurried, with a trace of lazy warmth threaded through it.

Heat slowly enveloped her from behind. His voice reached her ear, low and slightly hoarse, yet carrying an inexplicable allure. “Does it hurt?”

Fang Weizhao looked down at herself — blood still gushing freely, a picture of absolute misery.

…What do you think?

She was barely clinging to consciousness. Just as she mustered the strength to nod, the system’s voice erupted in her skull again, splitting her head open.

[Beep… Quest issuance commencing.]

[Main Quest: Advance the plot. Refine and complete the original story details.

Side Quest: At the conclus… prevent… world…

Hidden Quest: …inform… you…]

!?

Was she so badly injured that she’d started going deaf, or had the system been electrocuted?

The words came through in broken fragments, looking even worse off than she was. What the hell were the Side Quest and Hidden Quest supposed to be?!

Before she could get any answers, the man’s free left hand pressed directly against her sleep acupoint. Everything went dark.

Is transmigrating always this intense right from the start?

Absolutely speechless.

—

A crescent moon drifted in and out of the floating clouds. Cold, clear moonlight spilled over the pitch-black mountain peaks.

Fang Weizhao sat quietly before the bronze mirror, confusion glimmering in her eyes.

The face in the mirror had brows like new moons, eyes like autumn waters. Red lips, white teeth, skin like frozen cream.

It looked more or less like her original appearance. The only difference — likely from cultivation — was an ineffable spiritual grace lingering between her brows.

So… was this body transmigration or soul transmigration?

The first thing Fang Weizhao did upon waking was attempt to summon her dear old System Dad. But Dad, true to his word, had gone into hibernation and wasn’t answering a single call.

…Truly, the late emperor’s great enterprise perished halfway.

Still, a person had to learn to be content with what they had. For instance, she remembered that at the brink of death, she’d at least been held in a handsome man’s arms.

And he’d even called her “Junior Sister.” That meant he was probably her senior brother. Maybe she could even co-write a few chapters of a romance novel with him.

Fang Weizhao had a big heart. Thinking this, she happily lay back down, fully prepared to enjoy a beautiful nap — then jolted upright again.

Wait. She vaguely recalled that the novel she’d transmigrated into was called A Xianxia Guide to Demon Hunting…

Could it possibly be that ancient, dog-blood xianxia tragedy where the supporting female character shared her exact name?!

To confirm her suspicions, Fang Weizhao’s gaze landed on the stack of talisman papers on the table. She picked one up and examined it closely — and found exactly what she least wanted to see.

All talisman papers distributed by the Heavenly Dao Sect carried a distinctive mark in the bottom right corner.

…Truly, a life of endless misfortunes.

So not only had she transmigrated into a vicious supporting female character — she’d landed in an extremely high-risk novel.

To put it simply: a perfect, melodramatic story about a demonic overlord named Xiao Ciyu who, lacking a demon core, loved to play sick and weak while his theatrical instincts ran rampant. One day, on a whim, he joined the world’s foremost sect — the Heavenly Dao Sect — and transformed into the Sixth Junior Brother overnight. He then set off on a training journey alongside the First Senior Brother (the novel’s male lead, Gu Boqing), the Second Senior Sister (the female lead, Lin Fengmian), and herself (the supporting female character, as loathsome as a sewer rat). The group traveled together upholding justice and slaying demons, until they accidentally uncovered Xiao Ciyu’s true identity. At which point this demon king, who didn’t give a single damn about sect bonds, directly bathed the three realms in blood. In the end, the male and female leads exhausted their entire cultivation for the sake of all living beings and perished together with the demon king.

To summarize: the male lead, female lead, and male supporting character — all three died.

Even at the very end, the author never explained why the demon king was missing his demon core in the first place.

Or why this villainous demon king had suddenly snapped and decided to annihilate the world, when the entire journey, his cover hadn’t even been blown, and the original leads had treated him perfectly well.

She had a reasonable suspicion the author simply wanted to kill everyone off. Equal opportunity annihilation.

But that aside — if you asked what her role in all this had been?

She could only say one thing.

She never even made it to the ending!!

F*ck!!

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