Chapter 1 Sweet Romance Heroine: Is This Sweet Romance Really Right?

Winter came exceptionally early this year.

The snow on the eaves had not yet melted, but the morning market was already bustling with activity.

Hua Deng stood in front of the steaming bun shop, leisurely taking a bite of a meat bun.

She wore a fox fur cloak, the white fur framing her small face, her nose red from the cold.

Even so, she did not return to the warm and comfortable carriage, but stood still, staring intently in a certain direction.

A thrilling bargaining spectacle is unfolding there.

A man dressed in white with black hair squatted in front of a stall, pointing to a product that looked like a sword sheath, and asked the price in a low voice.

He carried a sword on his back, but it was without a sheath, and the blade was worn and tattered.

The stall owner was a young woman who sized him up while eating sunflower seeds.

Although he wore a half-mask, his handsome face was still visible, and his demeanor was calm and aloof, clearly indicating that he was no ordinary person. She couldn't help but laugh and say, "Young master, where did you come from? Since you like him, I'll sell him to you for a discount."

The man seemed oblivious to the teasing in her words and asked directly, "Would you sell it for half price?"

The stall owner paused in his act of cracking sunflower seeds.

"Two-half?"

"Um."

The streetlights smiled silently.

Sure enough, the stall owner took a deep breath and waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, what kind of year is this where you dare to ask for such a high price? I won't even sell it at 20% off, and you want 20% off?"

The man was not angry; he simply went to the back of the stalls and tried them one by one.

A cacophony of sounds rose and fell from the morning market.

"What, half price? Are you looking for trouble?"

"I'm not selling, I'm not selling, I'm not selling! Do you even have a brain?"

"Hey, get out of here, don't bother me!"

As the figures walked away and disappeared at the end of the morning market, Hua Deng slowly swallowed the last bite of his steamed bun.

"That guy was actually quite good-looking, but unfortunately he's got a screw loose."

This was said to the system.

The system is usually in a dormant state and will only wake up when she calls it.

The next second, the system responded to her: "Host, this is a genius sword cultivator from the book, named Shen Zhou."

Hua Deng smirked: "How talented could he be?"

She was unusually arrogant today, and started talking nonsense.

"Didn't you say I'm exceptionally talented? Once I've mastered my cultivation, the title of the number one in the world will be mine, hahaha!"

Normally, when the system hears such words, it would chime in with a few words of agreement, but this time, it was unusually silent for some reason.

Immersed in joy, Hua Deng didn't notice and turned to board the carriage.

The carriage doors opened and closed, and two pure white horses sprouted wings and slowly flew towards the higher mountain peaks.

That place is home to the Medicine Purification Sect, one of the five major sects in the cultivation world.

...

Hua Deng was a rich heiress in her past life.

Although she was unloved by her parents, her family was very wealthy, which allowed her to live a carefree and extravagant life until her twenties.

On her twenty-third birthday, she first learned that her family had gone bankrupt, and then suddenly fell seriously ill and died on the spot.

The system explained that this was a side effect of the transmigrator altering the plot, causing her to be "butterfly-dropped." As compensation, she would be transported to another world to enjoy a sweet and perfect romantic story.

Hua Deng agreed.

Since transmigrating to this day, she has indeed lived a smooth and successful life. Her family is wealthy, and her parents dote on her. The greatest hardship she has ever experienced was when she confessed her feelings to a handsome boy at the age of five and was smeared with mud in the face.

More importantly, in this world of cultivation, she possesses extraordinary talent—a wood-attribute celestial spiritual root, which has long been reserved by a major cultivation sect, waiting for her to become their disciple at the age of eighteen.

Today is the third day since Hua Deng went out to seek a master. In another quarter of an hour, he will arrive at Yaoqing Sect.

Bored, she woke up the system: "Didn't you always forbid me from reading the novel's plot? Can I read it now?"

What kind of ridiculous rule does the Transmigration Bureau have? They only let you read books when you turn exactly eighteen! She just celebrated her eighteenth birthday two days ago.

The system stammered, "Oh... okay then."

As the voice faded, a physical book materialized from thin air and landed in Hua Deng's hand. The latter immediately sat up and began to savor the book with great interest.

The opening states that since joining the sect, the female protagonist has displayed extraordinary talent and won the favor of everyone.

Hua Deng flipped through the page with satisfaction. Yes, this was the female lead. They could definitely add more of the "favorite by the group" storyline!

She also wrote that as they spent more time together, her master and senior brother confessed their feelings to her one after another.

Hua Deng paused, his fingers pausing.

Well... that's fine, it's a sweet story anyway, so I can understand.

She continued reading to Chapter Three.

One dark and stormy night, the master finally couldn't suppress his feelings for the female lead. He not only sneaked into her room but also used forbidden magic on her, completing their first oral sex.

Hua Deng's expression froze. She flipped through the page in disbelief, making sure she was sure she was reading correctly.

They were having sex freely in the room, from the bedside to the desk, from the desk to the window. Hua Deng, having tasted the sweetness, hugged his neck and cried, "Master, I want more!"

"puff!"

The huge shock brought about by the shared name made Hua Deng tremble.

I was so angry.

No wonder the system insisted that she had to be an adult to read it; it's an 18+ novel!

The further I flipped through the pages, the more shocked I became, and I almost fainted in the end.

She gritted her teeth.

Sweet romance novel.

How am I supposed to explain to you what his [beep] sweet romance novel is!

"I'm sorry." The system was unusually embarrassed. "The tags set by the Transmigration Bureau are not reasonable. When I was filtering, I only focused on finding sweet stories and ignored the age restriction."

It tried to comfort her: "But don't worry, this book has received very high praise, and readers have even given it as much as third place on the overall bestseller list..."

“I enjoy this kind of content as a reader too,” Hua Deng said indifferently. “Would you like to try being stuffed with teapots, silver bells, and poisonous snakes?”

Clearly, the system doesn't want to.

It had no answer.

Just as Hua Deng was furious and considering whether to jump out of the carriage, she heard the voice of a maid outside.

—The Medicine Master has arrived.

*

As a renowned medical cultivation sect, the Medicine Purification Sect is not only large in scale but also boasts an elegant environment. At a glance, one can see all kinds of magnificent flying boats and carved carriages, shuttling through the clouds day and night.

Of course, the carriages with lanterns were equally impressive.

With a heavy heart, Hua Deng stepped into Yaoqing Peak, following the guidance of the crane. She passed through a magic array made of white jade, through a fragrant flower garden, and finally arrived at a simple palace.

Yaoqingtang.

It is said to have been built by the ten first-generation founders of the Yaoqing Sect, and has stood for ten thousand years without ever collapsing, having only undergone simple repairs.

However, I had no mood to look at the streetlights or think about any of this.

Her eyes were only on the elders and fellow disciples who were smiling and welcoming her in the main hall.

Half of them were the men she had relationships with in the books.

The youthful-looking sect leader smiled and said, "Disciple, you've finally arrived. Was your journey smooth?"

Hua Deng replied with difficulty, "Thank you for your concern, Sect Leader... Master, I am fine."

That's right, this is the first romance that happened five years ago when he was traveling and took her to the Hua family to become his disciple.

Instead of taking Hua Deng away immediately, he delivered a cultivation manual. He said meaningfully to the Hua family, "Teach her to cultivate on her own first, and it won't be too late to take her away when she turns eighteen and has successfully established her foundation."

Hua Deng nodded blankly, thanking him for creating more time for herself and her family.

Now she realized that, as the Holy Body of Union, she needed to meet two conditions to truly awaken:

First, be 18 years of age or older;

Second, the foundation has been successfully laid.

Once these two points are achieved, she can transform into a furnace, allowing the sect members to absorb yin and yang energy and break through cultivation bottlenecks.

Bah, you dog of a man. The streetlights coldly indifferent.

Duan Yi, her senior brother, was unaware of her thoughts and assumed she was tired from the journey. He offered, "Junior sister, you must be tired. After you receive your disciple token, I'll take you back to your room to rest."

The apprenticeship ceremony was about to begin, and Hua Deng gave a perfunctory thank you and stood still.

She was in a mental tug-of-war with the system: "I don't like this novel, give me another one."

"Host, this really won't work," the system cried. "Unless you die again and give your body to someone else, this world will collapse."

"What should I do? Can I not become an apprentice?"

"...It seems that won't work either." The system's voice grew softer and softer. "If you refuse to follow the plot, it will shorten the host's lifespan until he dies suddenly."

Hua Deng rolled his eyes.

"Junior sister?" Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Duan Yi called softly, "It's time to come and become her disciple."

well.

Hua Deng had no choice but to accept his fate for the time being, accept the apprenticeship tea, and reluctantly kneel down to become an apprentice.

After the ceremony, everyone smiled and offered their congratulations, their eyes revealing a range of emotions that they could not conceal.

The streetlights scrutinized them one by one.

The master was the size of a baby's arm.

My uncle-master can go eight times in one night without falling down.

The senior brother who is always in the middle of everything.

The junior disciple who has not yet entered the sect but already possesses two roots.

Heavens above, does she really have to go through all this?

Hua Deng was so startled that she took two steps back and grabbed the hem of a female senior student next to her.

This is the only safe place.

She turned her head and gave her senior sister a grateful look.

Suddenly, a passage from the original text popped into my head.

Sui Xiuyan had always been jealous of her junior sister, wishing she could oppose her at every turn. However, over time, a different kind of emotion seemed to have begun to grow within this jealousy...

Hua Deng loosened his grip on her clothes, his expression turning horrified.

What, you too?!

The moment he received the disciple token, Hua Deng fled in panic.

...

As the sect leader's personal disciple, Hua Deng's treatment is top-notch, if nothing else.

The room that Yao Qingzong had arranged for her was elegant and bright, but unfortunately she was used to the luxurious style of the Hua Mansion and had no interest in it at all.

At this moment, she was holding a mini-map in her left hand and the original text in her right, studying it intently. The map the system had given her could mark each person's emotional state towards her; the higher the level of affection, the redder it appeared, and vice versa.

At first glance, it was already completely red.

The streetlights suddenly made my scalp tingle, and I slumped onto the table, feeling utterly hopeless.

Feeling guilty, the system offered, "Host, don't be too sad. I've already suggested to the Transmigration Bureau that you get a free physique upgrade as compensation, and they've just agreed."

Upon hearing this, Hua Deng perked up. If she could upgrade her physique to a combat type, she wouldn't have to worry about being taken advantage of.

After an incense stick had burned, the system wiped away non-existent sweat.

"Congratulations, host! You have been upgraded from a once-in-a-millennium Hehuan Sacred Body to a once-in-ten-thousand-years Hehuan Divine Sacred Body!"

"…………"

Hua Deng laughed and said, "Thank you!"

When she was about five years old, she knew that she had a special constitution and was prone to attracting evil spirits. However, now it seems that even evil spirits are stronger than these jackals and tigers.

The thought of the overgrown scenes in the book instantly extinguished her fighting spirit, and she slumped into a chair, her eyes vacant.

Time passed second by second.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Hua Deng sprang to his feet and reopened the novel.

There is still hope, there is still hope. After examining it word by word, there seems to be something that can free her from endless torment.

In this million-word novel about Liu Bei, everyone is infatuated with the female protagonist, obsessed with her, and even willing to die for her.

There was only one exception—the sword cultivator Shen Zhou.

He was an orphan, without any sect or faction, a ruthless man devoid of emotion and desire. Although he is not described in great detail, based on the few episodes that do exist, Hua Deng can discern the underlying nature of his character.

He happened to encounter someone asking for help while passing by. It was clearly just a small favor, but he chose not to help, proving that he was cold-hearted and had no compassion.

The female protagonist accidentally falls into the road and runs into him. He kicks her into the icy lake, claiming it's to "reduce her fever and lower her temperature," and afterwards charges her fifty spirit stones as a "treatment fee."

This shows that he lacks social skills and values ​​money more than women. Given the female protagonist's ability to automatically arouse men's desire, there is a high probability that there are obstacles to intimacy.

The last scene of her appearance is when the female lead, with her clothes disheveled, falls down the steps and shyly falls into his arms.

He flashed forward, drew his sword, and pointed at the female protagonist on the ground, saying, "Too slow. You are not a match for me."

The female lead, completely bewildered after the fall: "?"

Look, look, what an upright young man!

Cold-blooded enough, resolute enough, and eunuch-like enough—all these qualities combined undoubtedly make up the image that Hua Deng loves most.

"I've found my ideal type, system."

With tears in her eyes and deep emotion, Hua Deng resolutely packed her bags.

"I'm going to find him and hire him as my bodyguard!"