《After Constantly Courting Death, I Became the White Moonlight》

　　Synopsis:

　　After transmigrating into a male-oriented xianxia novel, Grace Carter originally intended to diligently follow the plot, only to discover that something was seriously off about this world.

　　Within her sect, her senior brother tries to fly by pushing off his left foot with his right, her senior sister makes money selling fanfiction about the sect elders, and her master is so poor it’s outrageous, drinking only boiled water from eighty-two years ago every day.

　　Outside the sect, Buddhist cultivators practice their techniques so hard that chanting scriptures sounds like rap, their lips practically spitting sparks; sword cultivators love their swords like wives, compete to become courtesans to support their spouses, and their love stories move heaven and earth; music cultivators use temple bells as weapons, best at swinging the bell hammer to knock people out.

　　Grace Carter: …

　　There’s no saving this. Let it all be destroyed—this cultivation world is doomed sooner or later.

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　　Grace Carter has become the villainous little junior sister in a xianxia novel.

　　To survive, she must constantly court death according to the original plot and offend all the important characters.

　　Having always been a good girl, Grace Carter: Although I’m not very skilled at this kind of thing… I’ll do my best!

　　Target One: The gloomy, ruthless little junior brother

　　As the original male lead, the junior brother came from poverty and had impure blood. He suffered endless discrimination and bullying in the sect, covered in wounds.

　　Grace Carter smashed the healing spring he used, but it turned out the spring water had already been replaced with corrosive poison, splashing all over her legs.

　　The young man lowered his eyes and crouched down, gently brushing the bloodstains on the girl’s calf: “Why did you help me?”

　　Target Two: The gentle, noble senior brother

　　The senior brother suffered much in his youth and trusted no one. Grace Carter gritted her teeth and pushed him down a slope, but just as she acted, a demonized wolf leapt out from the bushes.

　　The senior brother drew his sword to slay the demon, wiping the blood from her face: “Grace Carter, you don’t need to risk yourself to save me. As your brother, I will always protect you.”

　　Target Three: The cold, sickly beauty elder

　　The elder lost all his cultivation in a great battle and now lives alone in the mountains to recuperate.

　　Grace Carter goes to cause trouble every few days, only to end up poisoned, falling off a cliff, and getting bitten by wolves—a full combo. Unexpectedly, to a man who’s been lonely for so long, the sudden appearance of a little girl is like a ray of light breaking through the darkness.

　　After realizing the plot seemed to be going off the rails—

　　Grace Carter: Since my brain supplement is so touching, can I get double the medical expenses?

Chapter 1

　　The distant mountains had yet to fully swallow the setting sun, and the cold moon, frosty as ever, already hung at the treetops. Dusk was falling but not yet complete, black clouds wrapped in rosy twilight, like ink stains spreading on rice paper, gradually soaking through.

　　The blood-red light of the dying sun spilled everywhere, dyeing the mottled white walls beneath the eaves, as well as the delicate profile of the girl standing by the wall.

　　Grace Carter stood alone before a low house, hesitated for a moment, and in a very soft voice said, “Then I… I’m going in.”

　　No one responded.

　　Including the system in her head, which disappeared and played dead after giving her the mission.

　　Fine.

　　Grace Carter pulled her clothes tighter against the shivering night wind, then reached out, pressing her palm lightly against the half-open brown door.

　　The reason she’d ended up here was, to her, a complete accident.

　　After all, transmigrating into a novel she’d once read could never be called “expected” no matter what.

　　That novel was called “Sword Breaks the Firmament.” Just from those four plain Chinese characters, you could sense a pure, unpretentious feel-good vibe—high-profile, unrestrained, and unapologetically so.

　　The writing and plot matched the title perfectly. If you had to give the book a subtitle, like the four ways to write “fennel bean,” there would probably be four versions:

　　First, “Will the Reincarnated Sword Immortal Dream of Their Life-Bound Sword?”

　　The male lead, Henry Clark, is the reincarnation of an ancient sword master, with a sword spirit in his body and extraordinary potential.

　　Although he’s lost his memories as the Sword Sovereign, he still relies on this massive cheat to breeze through obstacles, eventually becoming the number one sword cultivator of his era and ascending to immortality.

　　Second, “A Thousand Years of Solitude.”

　　But as everyone knows, to make face-slapping and comebacks easier, feel-good protagonists always suffer as much as possible in the early stages—poverty, loss of cultivation, becoming a substitute—you name it, this book has it.

　　Henry Clark is the son of a demon cultivator and a mortal woman. His father, a veritable sowing machine, disappeared after a single night of passion and never appeared again, not even at the end of the book.

　　After giving birth to the so-called “bastard,” Henry Clark’s mother naturally didn’t care much for the child who ruined her reputation, often treating him as a stand-in for the demon cultivator and subjecting him to all kinds of punishment and abuse.

　　This twisted childhood directly led to the male lead’s withdrawn, cold, and ruthless personality. Even after leaving his mother to join the sword sect, he always kept to himself and had few friends.

　　Third, “The Harem Members Want Me to Confess: The Genius’s Loveless Mind Game.”

　　Henry Clark is a lone wolf, but that doesn’t stop ninety-nine percent of the female characters in the book from having a soft spot for him.