Eastern Fantasy

Gu Nan Xi dies from overwork and wakes up inside a book after binding a “Kind Mother System,” only to find she’s now the matron of a marquis’s household fated to be executed to the last person.

Since dying sooner or later makes no difference, she decides to lie flat and enjoy what time she has left. Her eldest son, once a hesitant romantic doomed to ruin himself for love, suddenly becomes obsessed with studying and follows her around demanding she sign his practice exams. Her sickly second son, originally destined to run off into the martial world and get everyone dragged down with him, gets pulled into sunbathing, reading wuxia, and accidentally chasing the kind of “real-life opportunities” that build true skill. Her youngest daughter, who was supposed to scheme her way toward becoming empress and end up imprisoned, gets handed the household keys and a strategy book—because if she can’t manage a home, she has no business managing a country.

The system keeps trying to force Gu Nan Xi into saintly motherhood, but her deadpan laziness, blunt advice, and refusal to overextend somehow knock her children off their doomed tracks. The marquis’s estate descends into chaotic self-improvement, and the family’s tragic ending quietly collapses: the eldest rises to become the youngest Grand Secretary, the second becomes a border general, and the youngest becomes a famed virtuous empress—all because their mother stubbornly refused to struggle the way the plot expected.

After the An Shi Rebellion shatters the Tang Dynasty and the world’s order begins to tilt, a lone fortress city in the Western Regions is abandoned beyond the empire’s reach. For sixty years, no reinforcements arrive, no decrees come, and the Central Plains forgets the name of the place—yet the city still refuses to surrender, clinging to the belief that it remains Tang land.

Gu Chang An is born behind those walls and grows up in blood and sand. He kills young, fights older, and keeps fighting when everyone else is gone—until the defenders are reduced to a single man on the ramparts. With the last civilians at his back and the weight of countless fallen comrades on his shoulders, he holds the line through siege after siege, turning a hopeless defense into a legend. And then, after unimaginable years, a message finally reaches Chang An: a fragment of Tang territory still stands in the far west, and the last soldier of the An Xi Army is still guarding it. The news shakes the realm—because one man’s stubborn stand has kept an entire age from truly dying.

Song Wei Chen jolts awake in the Sleep Realm—a half-dream limbo where human feelings don’t die when bodies do—and learns she’s trapped on borrowed time. A failed “8-hertz” trance is slipping, and if it breaks, she never wakes again. Mo Ting Feng, the cold enforcer who keeps the Sleep Realm in order, gives her one way out: help hunt the luan po—obsession-rotted remnants that become predatory horrors.

Pulled into a chain of seven cases tied to the seven emotions, Song Wei Chen has to read the “fingerprints” that grief, rage, and longing leave behind and cut each grudge at its source before it metastasizes. But the cases aren’t random—they interlock like a mechanism, and every solved scene tightens the net around her and Mo Ting Feng. As the trap escalates from isolated hauntings to a coordinated slaughter, even Mo Ting Feng’s enforced detachment becomes a liability: one emotional spike can burn him alive. Expect eerie casework, razor-edged partnership tension, and supernatural stakes where every emotion can kill.

Hu Qing once shook heaven and earth with her own two hands—and rode an entire realm’s ascension straight into the Immortal Realm. She thought her new life would start at the top. Instead, she arrives as a dowry cookmaid.

Fine. If everyone’s going to look down on her, she’ll make sure they remember exactly what she is: an ARTIFACT! REFINER!

If that means starting from the bottom, then she’ll start with the bottom—patching cracked pots.

Repairs can be a path, too. And when her Dao is complete, she’ll be the one calling the shots.

Lin Zhao finally tore free of the invisible force steering her life—only to discover she was never the heroine at all, but a disposable female side character in a tragedy novel, born to sacrifice everything for a transmigrated junior sister. On the day of her wedding, her childhood fiancé abandoned her for the new “little junior sister,” leaving Lin Zhao to be mocked by the entire crowd. The Master she adored carved out her spirit bone to strengthen that junior sister’s body. The brothers she protected stepped on her blood and bones to become Sacred Land prodigies, then laughed at her for being “ordinary.” Even her death didn’t end it: the people who ruined her spent nine thousand chapters regretting it, mourning her, and still reached a perfect, all-cast happy ending beside the heroine. This time, Lin Zhao refuses to be anyone’s plot device. Romance is risky, taking a Master is a gamble, and ascension is the only way to stay safe—so she will rewrite her fate, slap down every scumbag, and rise on her own terms.

Bai Meng Jin ruled as the Jade Devil for over a thousand years—loathed, feared, and impossible to swallow, like a bone lodged in the cultivation world’s throat. She dies without regret… and wakes up in her own teenage body.

This time, she’s done playing the villain.

The righteous path is stuffed to the brim with polished smiles and “proper” virtue. Fine. If they insist on pretending, she can do it too—only better. Let them have an immortal maiden who looks gentle, speaks sweetly, and serves tea with a smile… while quietly sharpening the knife behind her back.

To survive what’s coming, she needs a shield. A backer. Someone destined to stand at the peak of power.

Her target is Ling Bu Fei, the Wu Ji Sect’s Young Sect Master: a future pillar of the Immortal Alliance, currently reduced to a frail nobody with shattered meridians and enemies on all sides. Bai Meng Jin steps in when he has nothing—steady companionship, unwavering loyalty, perfectly timed kindness. When he rises, he’ll trust her completely. He’ll protect her. He’ll be her best investment.

It’s flawless.

Until the days turn into months, the “pitiful genius” starts showing teeth, and Bai Meng Jin realizes she may have miscalculated one thing:

Ling Bu Fei isn’t as righteous as he’s supposed to be.

And the more she tries to control the game, the more it feels like someone else has already been playing it—just as well as she has.

Qin Hui Yin wakes up inside a novel—and in the body of a doomed side character.

Her mother is the village’s famous beauty: a pretty widow on her second marriage, and already preparing for a third. The second wedding gives Qin Hui Yin a stepbrother fated to become the story’s villain. The third wedding is even worse—because the male lead becomes her stepbrother too, along with a cannon-fodder stepsister and stepbrother destined to die young.

And Qin Hui Yin’s mother? Cannon fodder herself, cheerfully bouncing around in front of the two boys every day, completely unaware they’ve already imagined a hundred different ways for her to die. Qin Hui Yin only wants one thing: to live. So she makes a decision—she’ll cling to the male lead, and she’ll cling to the villain as well. Work both angles, and surely she can latch onto a real powerhouse.

Except both the “future hero” and the “future villain” are commoner-born, stubborn, and impossibly hard to raise. Keeping them alive, fed, and on track nearly costs Qin Hui Yin her own life.

Years later, she’s pulled off the impossible: the villain and the male lead are healthy, well-fed, and thriving, and the step-siblings who were supposed to die young are still alive. Mission accomplished. Fortune secured. As the richest woman in the realm, Qin Hui Yin is ready to bow out, hide her achievements, and find herself a handsome ancient guy to marry into her family—then live at the very top.

Only… every matchmaker in the capital has shut their doors.

Fine. She’ll throw money at it. She’ll throw money at it until it opens.

But in the middle of the night, someone slips into her room, loosens his robe, and asks softly, “Isn’t it enough that I’m the one marrying in?”

Wei Yun Xi stayed up all night binging a xianxia romance novel, only to wake up and find herself inside the very same story. Even worse, she had become the first female supporting character, a woman with her exact name whose fate was nothing short of miserable.

In the original plot, Wei Yun Xi was nothing more than a stepping stone for the heroine. She handed over equipment, spiritual resources, and even her man. In the end, she sacrificed her innate talent and died in a brutal ritual, her spiritual roots dug out and her Golden Core split open. Furious, the transmigrated Wei Yun Xi jumped to her feet and slammed her palm against the bedboard. She refused to live as a walking treasure chest.

Someone else could play the role of the heroine’s benefactor. Her goal was simple: stay far away from the female lead and ascend to the upper realm.

Step one: guard her wealth with her life. She would not give the heroine a single artifact. That treasured redwood token the original Yun Xi had ignored? She snatched it up at once. With it came her true golden finger: access to a multiverse trading chat group.

From interstellar civilizations and prehistoric worlds to apocalyptic ruins, beastman tribes, celestial realms, divine dominions, and even the underworld, group members from countless dimensions became her allies and trading partners. Standing beneath the vast sky, Wei Yun Xi threw her head back and laughed: “Come at me, heroine! Let’s see who really survives in the end!”

Yet for some reason, the heroine and the male lead kept circling around her, trying to profit from her good fortune. Did they truly think her generosity came without a price?

As Wei Yun Xi’s cultivation grew stronger, the hidden schemes of the cultivation world began to surface. Reality drifted further and further from the book’s original plot, until she started to wonder if she had fallen into a fake novel. Only much later did she learn the truth: her arrival in this world was no coincidence, but part of a carefully laid plan to save it.

The mission runner mainly avenges the female supporting characters. To complete her missions, she’ll use any ruthless method – with no moral bottom line.

If you like the main leads, don’t pick this up. The mission runner loves to lose it, and aside from the people she likes, she brutalizes everyone else without mercy.

First world: An Ling Rong

She refused to become someone else’s blade.

In this life, she wanted to live for herself.

She wanted no sisterhood. She only wanted a child of her own.

She wanted revenge on the Empress, and revenge on the dog emperor.

She also wanted to stir up trouble for Zhen Huan and Shen Mei Zhuang.

In this life, she wanted to bear a son. She wanted to become the Empress Dowager.

Second world: Ruyi’s Royal Love in the Palace, Chen Wan Yin

In this life, she refused to be invisible.

In this life, she refused to be bullied ever again.

In this life, she wanted children.

In this life, she wanted her home filled with children and grandchildren.

In this life, she wanted to become the Empress Dowager.

Third world: The Legend of Zhen Huan, Gua Er Jia · Wen Yuan

She wanted revenge.

She wanted Zhen Huan, Shen Mei Zhuang, and An Ling Rong to die a terrible death.

She wanted the Empress to suffer day and night.

She wanted the dog emperor to do nothing but keep having daughters.

In her first life, Sheng Zhi Wan humbled herself to marry beneath her rank for the sake of love. She poured her entire dowry into her husband’s household, composed military treatises so he could repel foreign enemies, and drafted policy essays so he could rise step by step in the court. Everyone said that the Qi clan’s heir, Qi Shu Xian, was brilliant beyond measure. She, a princess who understood only affairs of the heart, could marry such a man, and thought to herself: [I must have been blessed by the heavens].

After she is reborn, Sheng Zhi Wan vows that the lovestruck fool can be someone else, but never again her. Her husband takes a concubine into the manor, so she climbs the wall and walks away. Her mother-in-law orders her to raise the concubine’s child, so she invites her father-in-law’s pregnant mistress into the residence as a fitting return gift. Two elder sisters-in-law and a younger brother-in-law eat her food and spend her silver. Since they show no gratitude, she makes them spit back every single coin.

Qi Shu Xian never imagined that Sheng Zhi Wan could be so “petty.” It was only a concubine, and even if that woman carried his child, she could never surpass the principal wife. How had matters escalated all the way to divorce? What respectable family would accept a discarded wife? He decides to wait calmly for the day she comes back to beg for a return.

In the capital, the most notorious scoundrel of the powerful Shang Hang Yu trading firm guards a secret he intends to carry to the grave. Yet on the day Sheng Zhi Wan lowers herself and bends down before him, he decides that even death would be a price worth paying.

The early chapters unfold at a measured pace. There is wall-climbing and other improper conduct, and the path to divorce progresses slowly and deliberately. If these elements are not to your taste, please proceed with caution and feel free to choose another story.

After being discovered and brought home by her affluent birth family, Du An Rao awoke to the unsettling realization that the world she inhabited was a chaotic collage of overused narrative tropes.

Her eldest brother was the pitiable scapegoat of a tragic romance.

Her second brother was the expendable martyr in an entertainment-industry drama.

Her third brother had been wrongfully cast as the delinquent antagonist in a school romance.

Her older sister filled the role of the venomous rival in a swapped-at-birth melodrama.

Even her parents existed as troubled supporting characters in a saccharine, middle-aged love story.

Du An Rao fell silent, reflecting:

[This family really is a finely tuned disaster waiting to happen. Could things possibly get any worse?]

Her family, having clearly heard every word of her inner monologue: “……”

Lu Chao Chao wakes up to find herself inside the pages of a novel, cast in the role of a disposable extra: a baby fated to be killed at birth so the true heroine can take her place in the story.

In the original plot, this so-called heroine wraps herself in the guise of righteousness. She accuses Lu Chao Chao’s adoptive mother and grandfather of treason, dragging their entire clan to ruin and execution. Afterward, she reunites with her birth mother, clings to her useless yet strangely untouchable father, and escapes all responsibility. From then on, she lives a charmed life, while the Lu family is reduced to little more than bloody stepping stones on her path to glory.

This time, Lu Chao Chao refuses to let her family be written off as cannon fodder. Watching her mother, who has been trapped for years in a web of emotional manipulation, she tears away the illusion: [“Mother, the love of your life is currently waiting on his concubine to give birth.”] The brutal truth shocks her infatuated mother awake.

She then turns to her eldest brother, whose disabled body and crushed pride have made him the capital’s laughingstock: [“Big Brother, you have endured humiliation and suffering beyond words. But don’t worry. I have a way to cure you.”] With that, the once broken young man rises from despair and goes on to outshine every talented youth in the capital.

To her second brother, she points at the rot festering by his side: [“You’ve trusted the wrong person. Your so-called best friend is nothing more than the illegitimate son of our despicable father.”] And to her third brother, she lays bare the trap that ruined him: [“You were deliberately led astray, kept ignorant, pushed into gambling, and then left to sink.”]

With every secret she exposes, Lu Chao Chao watches fate itself begin to shift. The scumbag man is cast aside. Her three brothers transform into paragons admired throughout the realm. And she, a tiny baby still clutching a milk bottle, becomes the cherished treasure of her family and, before long, the beloved darling of the entire world.

In her previous life, Ye Wan Wan died at the hands of the very people who should have protected her: her master and her six senior brothers. Seven swords pierced her heart, and her body was left in pieces.

Because the master loved only the little junior sister, and the senior brothers cherished only her, whenever that junior sister suffered a loss, Ye Wan Wan paid the price in her place. When the junior sister lost her golden core, they cut Ye Wan Wan open and dug hers out to replace it. When the junior sister felt wronged, Ye Wan Wan was the one who bore the blame.

Reborn, Ye Wan Wan opened her eyes to find that nothing had changed. The faces were the same, the roles unchanged. Very well. This sect was no longer worth her loyalty.

Standing at the edge of Black Ice Cliff, she chose her own dignity over their accusations. Without the slightest hesitation, she jumped, preferring death to confessing to a crime she had never committed.

In her previous life, Shi Zi Chu was forcibly bound to a “supporting female” system. Her body and fate were controlled, and she was reduced to a mere stepping stone for the heroine, Chu Zhi Rou.

After rebirth, Shi Zi Chu shatters the system and seizes every resource for herself. Determined to strengthen her own power, she calmly commits every so-called “bad deed” in the book. Her master’s companion artifact? She seduces her master, takes what she wants, and walks away. Stealing the heroine’s opportunity? Impossible. [Opportunities do not have owners; if she grasps them first, they are hers by right.] Stealing the heroine’s man? Ridiculous. Men only slow down her cultivation.

When those men finally awaken, regret their choices, and try to reconcile, Shi Zi Chu simply smiles and says: “Go to hell.”

—

Years later, Shi Zi Chu stands at the very peak of the cultivation world. She turns back, expecting only loneliness at the summit, and instead finds a crowd silently gathered behind her.

The aloof master murmurs: “Wine, may your every wish be fulfilled, and may you be safe and sound year after year.”

The black-hearted patriarch coaxes: “I just obtained an extraordinary treasure. Are you sure you do not want to come and see it?”

The gloomy snake demon pleads: “Do not abandon me. I can be whatever you like, for as long as you wish.”

The sickly ghost laughs softly: “Shi Zi Chu, if they all died, would you finally belong to me alone?”

The green tea childhood friend says with red-rimmed eyes: “Qing Qing, I know I’m not as good as they are, but please… don’t look down on me, all right?”

At last, they speak in unison, full of wounded grievance: “Chu Chu, please don’t leave us.”

Zhou Tong was framed by his junior brother and misunderstood by his master and senior sisters. Heartbroken and furious, he left the sect and joined a rising new power. He never expected that this would be the start of a completely different life.

The charming yet domineering little witch keeps trying to seduce him and make him bow to her beauty. The second sister is a swordsmanship prodigy who cannot read a single word, but somehow writes the most heartfelt love letters. The third sister loves money more than anything, yet she is willing to let Zhou Tong manage her secret stash.

Most shocking of all is his beautiful new master, who actually…

When Zhou Tong’s new sect grows stronger day by day, his former master and senior sisters finally realize what they lost and are filled with regret. His old master tearfully pleads: “My dear disciple, I was wrong. Come back to me. I’m willing to give up everything to make it up to you.” His senior sisters chime in: “That’s right, junior brother, let us belong to you!”

Zhou Tong answers with a straight face: “I am a decent man. How could I be the kind of person who cheats? Get out!”

Yun Wan Ning wakes up to find herself transported into a novel as the hated, short-lived villainess. Worried for her family’s future, she can only cry out inwardly:

[Mother, your so-called dear niece is plotting to seduce Father and destroy your reputation. In the end, it will lead to your death.]

[Father, you will be framed by the female lead and treacherous ministers. After you die, your severed head will be hung on the city walls as a public disgrace.]

[Sister, even though your fiancé is the male lead, you are not the heroine. If you do not leave him, you will be sold to villagers, tortured, and beaten to death.]

[Brother, be wary of your friend Gu Heng. He is the female lead’s lackey and will betray you to help her.]

[And Second Brother, once you lose your memory and fall into the female lead’s hands, you will become her loyal dog. You will harm Uncle Qi and your beloved, who will die in your arms.]

Yet as time passes, Yun Wan Ning is stunned to discover that her warnings have completely altered the course of fate.

Her mother strikes first, dismantling their enemies in advance and cutting off every hidden danger. Her father escapes death and lives to expose and topple the corrupt ministers.

Her sister marries the Emperor himself and becomes the most favored woman in the inner palace.

Her brother betrays his treacherous friend before the friend can turn on him, and her Second Brother is reunited with his beloved instead of losing her. Even Uncle Qi, once smeared and despised, becomes a highly sought-after match among noble families.

Looking at her family’s lives turning out better and better, Yun Wan Ning is left completely bewildered. Their roles as “villains” have been overturned so thoroughly that she cannot help but wonder:

Did she transmigrate into a fake version of the story after all?

No romance + Entire sect regrets + Real/Fake noble daughter + Group-pet dynamics

Before the sect’s true noble daughter, Bai Mu Mu, returned, Shen Sang Ruo—the sect leader’s adopted daughter—entered the tutelage of the immortal master Ling Xiao. The sect leader, her master, and her four senior brothers all doted on her, treating her as the cherished center of their world. Yet once Bai Mu Mu came back, Shen Sang Ruo was abruptly reduced to a “fake,” an unofficial stand-in for the sect’s true noble daughter.

The sect leader, her master, and the four senior brothers declared that they owed Bai Mu Mu a great debt and would compensate her twofold for all past suffering. Bai Mu Mu quickly integrated into the sect’s life, while Shen Sang Ruo was quietly pushed to the margins and forgotten.

During a joint excursion, Bai Mu Mu accidentally fell into a valley. Shen Sang Ruo tried to explain, but no one listened. They immediately decided she had deliberately pushed Bai Mu Mu. Her third senior brother, Lu Shi Qing, even planted a Seven Emotions Gu in her body to force a confession through unrelenting emotional torment.

After two years of pursuit, interrogation, and suspicion, Shen Sang Ruo finally reached her limit. To escape the agony of the Seven Emotions Gu, she chose to accept judgment from the divine consciousness dwelling within the Mystic Wood: it would strip her of all emotion, and in exchange she would shoulder full blame. By offering ten drops of heart-blood and abolishing her own cultivation, she would sever all remaining ties and debts to that sect.

Following the divine consciousness’s guidance, she arrived at the ruins of an abandoned sect. There, she gathered a motley group of the “old, weak, sick, and disabled” and began painstakingly rebuilding the sect’s foundations. Under her quiet leadership, the fallen sect slowly returned to prominence and glory.

Only then did her former sect leader, master, and senior brothers realize the magnitude of what they had done. Wracked with regret, they came to her doors, begging for forgiveness and a chance to make amends.

Yet the very people once dismissed as “old, weak, sick, and disabled” now stood firmly in front of Shen Sang Ruo and blocked the way: “What sect are you from? You’re only here to curry favor.”

This time, Shen Sang Ruo’s heart remained untouched. Devoting herself solely to cultivation and to the sect she rebuilt with her own hands, she chose never to forgive them again.