Chapter 1: The Cannon Fodder is Me?!

For sixteen years, Su Jiu had always believed she was a native of this world.

Until she woke up one morning with a flood of memories in her head.

She finally remembered that she wasn’t the orphan Su Jiu of this world, but a college student from the 21st century, with loving parents and a happy family.

Because she couldn’t sleep, she stayed up late, scaling the wall to visit the flower market and read a BL novel with a mix of meaty and vegetarian content. After seeing the protagonist, the Master-Recepient, and his three disciples, along with a good brother, living happily ever after in a harmonious polyamorous relationship, she went to sleep, satisfied.

When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into the infant Su Jiu in a dilapidated temple, losing her memories from her previous life.

If it weren’t for a senior brother accidentally throwing his spear at Su Jiu’s head while passing by the sword practice platform yesterday, she would still be foolishly trapped in the plot, thinking she was a local.

After awakening her memories, Su Jiu sat at the table, silent.

She only knew that reading novels could easily lead to transmigration, but how could reading BL novels lead to transmigration?

Transmigration was fine, even if it was a BG story, she could force herself to be a man, but transmigrating into a BL story…

Her heart was willing, but her body was weak!

She really wanted to cry!

As Su Jiu said, this was a BL novel about the harmonious life of the Flower Market family.

The protagonist, the recipient, was her Master, Shen Wangchen, the character she had transmigrated into.

Dressed in white, with a guqin in hand, he was elegant and dignified, cold and aloof, like the pure white snow on a mountain, or the bright moon on the sea, deeply adored and admired by everyone in the cultivation world.

Naturally, the three main attackers, his three male disciples, along with the only female disciple, “Su Jiu,” were also infatuated with him.

However, Shen Wangchen only had the Dao in his heart, no love. His disciples didn’t dare to offend him easily, so they could only secretly hide their budding feelings in their hearts, pretending it was just the filial piety of disciples towards their Master.

But “Su Jiu” wasn’t happy.

She loved Shen Wangchen with a consuming passion, and was willing to give him a poison called “Three Days of Beauty.”

As the name suggests, this poison could induce lust. It would flare up once a month, lasting for three days, hence the name “Three Days of Beauty.”

During the flare-up, unless someone with high cultivation was willing to sacrifice themselves to neutralize the poison, or there was a consummation of the relationship, the poisoned person would die with their meridians severed.

“Su Jiu” wanted to use this “Three Days of Beauty” to force Shen Wangchen to have relations with her, but how could a female lead in a BL novel achieve her wish so easily?

The poison she administered instead promoted the development of Shen Wangchen’s relationship with the male leads, making them love each other more and more as they worked together to detoxify.

The character she transmigrated into only appeared in this short chapter in the book, and after administering the poison to kickstart the plot, she quickly went offline.

Su Jiu: …

She really wanted to cry.

Everyone else transmigrated into BL stories, why was she so unlucky, facing a whole team of gay guys?

Damn it!

Su Jiu waited expectantly all morning, but after failing to find her late-arriving golden finger or system, she finally gave up.

Fine,

She knew she was the unluckiest transmigrator!

Knowing that Shen Wangchen belonged to the other male leads, Su Jiu naturally wouldn’t dream of him anymore. She decided to cherish her life and stay away from the male leads.

With her mind made up, Su Jiu got up, changed into the green-blue robes of the inner disciples of the sect, and just as she opened the door, her steps suddenly stopped.

Wait!

What day was it today?

She stared blankly at the azure sky, and an outer disciple who passed by her courtyard, seeing her bewildered expression, kindly reminded her, “Senior Sister Su Jiu, Uncle Master Cang has arrived, aren’t you going to greet him?”

Uncle Master Cang?

Cang Qiansxue?!

A name suddenly popped into Su Jiu’s mind, and at the same time, the image of a young man in purple robes with a gentle smile appeared before her.

Su Jiu’s knees went weak.

“Wait!” she called out, stopping the outer disciple, her voice a little panicked.

“Has Uncle Master Cang finished his lecture on Daoism?”

Cang Qiansxue from Mount Buwang and Shen Wangchen were good brothers who met during their training. Every five years, starting a hundred years ago, Cang Qiansxue would come to Canglang Sect to lecture the disciples and have a reunion with Shen Wangchen.

And today was the day Cang Qiansxue lectured.

Of course, that wasn’t the point.

The point was that

On this very day, “Su Jiu” gave Shen Wangchen the “One Day of Beauty.”

Without her previous life’s memories, she was completely controlled by the plot, deeply infatuated with Shen Wangchen, and had already put the “Three Days of Beauty” in the Hundred Day Brew he used to entertain Cang Qiansxue, just waiting for today.

The outer disciple, seeing Su Jiu’s pale face, kindly stepped forward to support her, concerned, “Senior Sister Su Jiu, are you alright?”

Although the original Su Jiu had long coveted Shen Wangchen, she was always good at putting on a good show. She was quiet and gentle, with a delicate and beautiful appearance, and a graceful and serene temperament. All the outer disciples liked her very much.

Su Jiu shook her head, grabbed the outer disciple’s hand, ignoring his suddenly reddening face, and said anxiously, “Did Uncle Master Cang go to Master’s Budo Hall?”

Her grip was a little strong, and the outer disciple felt the pain, slightly frowning, but seeing her anxious expression, he couldn’t bear to pull his hand away.

“A cup of tea ago, Uncle Master Cang and Immortal Lord Wangchen went back to Budo Hall.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Jiu let go of him, drew her sword from her waist, ignoring the sect’s prohibition against flying swords, stepped onto the sword, used her spiritual power to drive it, and flew straight towards Budo Hall.

Su Jiu had only one thought in her mind:

She absolutely couldn’t let Shen Wangchen drink that cup of Hundred Day Brew with the One Day of Beauty in it.

Budo Hall,

A pine tree grew windingly from the cliff, its roots deeply embedded in the rock wall, its branches and leaves lush and verdant.

Beside the cliff, under the pine tree, an elegant pavilion stood in the shade of the tree.

The pavilion was surrounded on all sides by sea-棠-colored gauze curtains, which swayed gently in the breeze.

Inside the pavilion was a small table, on which a game of chess was laid out, with black and white jade pieces scattered in disarray. On either side of the small table, two figures sat facing each other, one in moon-white and the other in deep purple.

Between them, tea mist swirled, obscuring their features.

Outside the pavilion, a figure in green robes, holding a jade jar, slowly walked towards the pavilion, bent down, circled around the gauze curtains, knelt down in front of the table on the other side, gently placed the jade jar down, and looked up at the young man in moon-white robes, his expression respectful.

“Master, the Hundred Day Brew is here.”

His voice was gentle and polite. After speaking, he nodded slightly to the young man in purple robes on the other side, a gentle smile on his lips, and respectfully called out, “Uncle Master Cang, long time no see.”

The young man he called Master didn’t react, but Cang Qiansxue, resting his elbow on the table, his deep purple wide sleeves slowly sliding down, revealing a section of tight and strong wrist, his hand supporting one side of his cheek, smiled at him.

“Little Yunqing, long time no see, you’re even more handsome than your Master now.”

The smile on Mu Yunqing’s face froze slightly, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile, “Uncle Master Cang, you’re just teasing me.”

Cang Qiansxue looked serious, “I’m serious! Look at your Master, he has a wooden face, cold and indifferent, so boring. Compared to him, Uncle Master still thinks that people who smile more, like Little Yunqing, are more adorable.”

Mu Yunqing was helpless, he turned his head and looked at Shen Wangchen, who was cold and silent on the side.

Shen Wangchen’s eyelids lifted slightly, his gaze, which usually contained ice and snow, lifted to look at the man in purple robes opposite him, his voice as cold as his person, “Shut up.”

“Drink.”

Yan Yunqing quickly took the jade wine cups in front of the two of them, filled them up, and placed them back in front of them.

Cang Qiansxue raised his eyebrows slightly, his wrist drooped, his fingers lazily picked up the wine cup, brought it to his nose and sniffed it gently, then closed his eyes, making a look of intoxication.

“After all these years, it’s still the Hundred Day Brew from Wangchen’s place, it’s right up my alley.”

He pressed the wine cup to his lips, glanced down at it, then moved it slightly away from his lips, turned his head to look at Mu Yunqing, and curiously asked, “Why don’t you pour yourself a cup?”

Mu Yunqing shook his head repeatedly, “This is specially reserved for Uncle Master Cang by Master, there’s only this one jar left, you enjoy it, Uncle Master.”

Cang Qiansxue thought about it.

Shen Wangchen wasn’t a stingy person, if he had something good, he would naturally share it with his disciples, maybe they had already drunk quite a bit before his cup.

He chuckled and nodded, pressed the wine cup to his lips, and slightly opened his lips.

In front of him, Shen Wangchen had already picked up the wine cup, brought it to his lips, and slightly tilted his head back, as if to drink it all in one gulp.

At that moment, a figure in green robes suddenly rushed into the pavilion from outside, without saying a word, snatched the wine cup from Shen Wangchen’s hand, and smashed it to the ground!