The Female Lead Is A Supporting Female Character - Chapter 1

High in the sky, a sea of clouds churned, filled with drifting white mist. The space before her was vast and empty, with no shelter in sight. A powerful gale howled, striking her face directly and chilling her to the bone.

Ming Yuemian clutched her sword, standing atop the only foothold in sight, a towering, desolate stone pillar piercing the clouds. She looked down at her thin garments, her heart a mess of complex emotions. Already shivering so hard her teeth were chattering, she cast a glance sideways and found she couldn’t take it anymore.

She was terrified of heights!

Ming Yuemian desperately wanted to throw the sword down and scream at the heavens: “I quit!”

The Transmigration Trap

It had been three days since she traversed into this novel.

The World Without Immortals was a Xianxia romance novel. Despite the cultivation setting, it was essentially a romance where the plot served the leads’ relationship. When she was reading it, she noticed she shared a name with the vicious female supporting character, which felt like a bad omen at the time.

Character Profile: Ming Yuemian

• • Role: Junior sister to the male lead, Feng Cheng.

• • Background: The pampered, arrogant, and tyrannical only daughter of the sect leader.

• • Purpose: To act as a recurring roadblock in the protagonists’ romance.

The novel followed a classic “Crematorium” trope: the male lead mistreats the heroine for “necessary reasons” in the beginning, only to spend the latter half of the book desperately chasing her back after they resolve their misunderstandings.

The most outrageous part? The male lead gouged out half of the heroine’s heart to cure his junior sister’s (fake) illness.

Ming Yuemian remembered being utterly stunned when she read that part. She had only finished the book out of a morbid curiosity to see how the author could possibly justify a “Happily Ever After.” In the end, the male lead apologized, explained how “difficult” his situation was, and the heroine. Fu Shuang, simply smiled and… forgave him.

“Fu Shuang, wake up! Don’t let this scumbag blind you!” Ming Yuemian had shouted at the screen. “I’d rather you be with me than with this man!”

And then, she woke up inside the book.

The “Elite School” Nightmare

At first, she thought being the daughter of a wealthy sect leader wouldn’t be so bad. She forgot one crucial thing, this was a cultivation world.

While the leads were busy flirting and fighting monsters, everyone else was actually studying. Her sect, Tianxuan Pavilion, was essentially the Ivy League of the southern cultivation world.

The academic pressure was soul-crushing:

• • Annual Grand Exams: Failure results in immediate expulsion.

• • Quarterly Exams: Failure results in being demoted to lower classes.

• • Weekly Quizzes: Open book, closed book, theoretical, and practical.

Ming Yuemian was balding from stress. As a transmigrator, she had the body of a cultivator but the brain of a total novice. She didn’t even know where the “front door” of cultivation was, let alone how to use her spiritual roots.

The Crisis at North Mountain

She had hoped her “privilege” as the Sect Leader’s daughter would protect her, but she was wrong. The current exam was a practical combat test: Survive a fight against a Giant Dragon on the North Mountain cliffs.

This wasn’t just about grades anymore, it was about her life!

As she stood trembling on the stone pillar, a silver dragon erupted from the waves below, its scales shimmering coldly in the sunlight. Its roar shook the very foundation of her pillar.

Terrified and unable to remember a single sword technique, Ming Yuemian dropped her sword and shielded her face, waiting for death. What was the point of transmigration if I’m just going to die immediately? she thought bitterly.

Just as the dragon’s maw opened to swallow her, a tall figure in black appeared. With a single strike of his sword, he pierced the dragon’s throat.

“Mianmian!” the man called out.

It was the male lead, Feng Cheng, wielding his signature sword, Tianwen. Despite her hatred for the character, Ming Yuemian sobbed with relief: “Senior Brother, save me!”

But the dragon, in its death throes, lashed out with its tail. Feng Cheng was forced to deliver a finishing blow and couldn’t reach her in time.

“Fly away on your sword!” he shouted.

I don’t know how! Ming Yuemian screamed internally as she plummeted toward the abyss.

The Heroine Appears

Suddenly, a pair of hands caught her. She fell into a cold embrace that smelled of frost and snow, a scent that was chilling yet clean.

She looked up into the face of a stunning woman. Her features were refined, her jawline elegant, and a strand of pitch-black hair brushed against Ming Yuemian’s cheek in the wind. There was no scent of rouge, only the faint, aloof fragrance of plum blossoms.

“Shuang’er!” Feng Cheng landed beside them, his eyes full of tenderness.

This was the heroine, Fu Shuang.

Ming Yuemian realized the timeline: Feng Cheng had just returned from a mission where he met and fell in love with Fu Shuang. Looking at Feng Cheng’s affectionate expression and then at the perfect woman holding her, Ming Yuemian felt a surge of indignation.

Fu Shuang was perfect, beautiful, kind and powerful. Feng Cheng, despite his heroic appearance, was the man who would eventually rip her heart out.

How does this scumbag even deserve her?! Ming Yuemian thought, snuggling deeper into the plum blossom scented embrace.