DTSFCII Chapter 1

After dinner, Xue Qing sat in front of the computer and habitually logged in to the Jinjiang website (T/N: the author is referring to jjwxc.net, the Chinese website for reading novels), clicking on the favorites list. There was a novel that had been lying in Xue Qing’s bookmark for five years. It was a historical romance novel. Xue Qing believed that she had a deep connection with this story of ancient times. On that day, when she had nothing to do, she searched for her own name on the Jinjiang website and unexpectedly found this historical romance novel. Her name appeared in the supporting character list. Although she wasn’t the main character, Xue Qing was still interested and clicked to take a look. Little did she know that it would become an irresistible addiction.

Xue Qing started following the serialized story, and at that time, the author was very diligent with daily updates. Every day, Xue Qing would eagerly rush to leave comments and shower the author with praise. Those days continued for a year, resembling a mundane yet heartwarming married life. Then, one day, the author mentioned in the author’s note of the latest chapter, “I’m going downstairs to buy steamed buns, and I’ll come back to update the next chapter.” Xue Qing was filled with excitement and kept refreshing the page. However, with each refresh, four years passed, and the author never returned after going to buy steamed buns.

Was she deceived? No, Xue Qing refused to admit it. Perhaps the author went to the convenience store downstairs to buy steamed buns but found that they were sold out. Then, she went to a big shopping mall, only to be told by the store manager that they hadn’t restocked yet. So, she went directly to a bun processing factory, where the factory manager informed her that there was a shortage of pork filling, and they couldn’t make the buns. Xue Qing imagined that the author then went to a slaughterhouse, but the slaughterhouse director explained that the pigs were sick and couldn’t be sold. So, she went to a veterinary clinic, where she was told that there weren’t enough veterinarians available, hence she enrolled herself into a veterinary school. Xue Qing fabricated various reasons to comfort herself. She firmly believed that as long as the author managed to buy the steamed buns, she would surely come back to continue the story. Now, four years have passed, the author should have already graduated from veterinary school, right?

Though she subconsciously knew that she was trapped in a massive pit, Xue Qing refused to give up. Stubbornly, she refreshed her favorites list. Suddenly, she noticed three tiny red characters behind the novel that had been abandoned for four years: “Updated.” (T/N: it’s three characters in Chinese) She rubbed her eyes and looked again. It was indeed showing that there is an update. The heavens do not forsake those with determination! This novel finally has an update!

Xue Qing tremblingly clicked on the left mouse button, opening the latest chapter of that story. However, before the page could fully load, she collapsed from excessive excitement.

Upon waking up again, Xue Qing found herself lying in a bed. Had she been taken to the hospital by a kind-hearted person? As she sat up, she saw several young girls standing in front of her. This hospital is too crazy! Even the nurses are cosplaying and wearing ancient costumes.

“Martial Aunt has awakened! Quickly inform the Sect Leader and Senior Brother Liu Ying!” The woman with a high bun nearest to Xue Qing exclaimed with joy.

A younger girl bent her knees and quickly ran out, shouting as she ran, “Grand Martial Aunt has awakened! Grand Martial Aunt has awakened!”

Xue Qing rubbed her head and looked at them in confusion. Suddenly, a thought flashed in her mind. She turned to the woman with the high bun closest to her and asked, “Do you have a mirror?”

The woman with the high bun quickly brought a copper mirror. Xue Qing took the mirror and saw an unfamiliar face reflected in it. Though pale, it was evident that the person possessed a beautiful appearance, but definitely not the face Xue Qing remembered as her own. Her first reaction was, “Have I traveled through time?” Her second reaction was, “I have indeed time-traveled!”

In this time and era, transmigration is not frightening at all. Instead, it is a coveted and delightful experience for everyone. Every transmigrating woman possesses wealth, beauty, and handsome men. Xue Qing couldn’t wait to take advantage of the ancient people with her knowledge of the “Three Hundred Tang Poems”. Stay calm, stay calm. The first thing to do is to figure out which dynasty this is, then counter one tactic with another. If it’s the Han Dynasty, she can use Tang poems; if it’s the Tang Dynasty, she can write Song lyrics; if it’s the Song Dynasty, she can sing Yuan tunes. If all else fails and she ends up in the Ming or Qing Dynasty, she can simply recite “Dream of the Red Chamber” to bully Cao Xueqin. Looking at the attire of the people before her, she could tell they are not from the Qing Dynasty because there are no plastic flowers on their heads or half-bald individuals with tightly braided hair.

Before Xue Qing could finish processing her thoughts, a large group of women of various ages rushed into the room, instantly filling the air with the fragrance of cosmetics. Leading the group was a well-endowed woman. The woman saw Xue Qing standing in front of the mirror, admiring herself, and excitedly grabbed her hand. “Qing’er, you’ve finally awakened! You’ve scared Senior Sister.” She held Xue Qing’s hand with one hand while wiping away tears with the other. “Only the two of us sisters from the Lingyu Sect are left to support each other. If anything were to happen to you, Senior Sister wouldn’t know what to do.”

The Lingyu Sect? It sounded familiar to Xue Qing. She quickly activated the search engine in her mind and suddenly remembered that it was the sect from the novel she had been following for four years. As mentioned earlier, Xue Qing noticed the novel because there was a supporting character with the same name as her. The “Xue Qing” in the novel happened to be from the Lingyu Sect. Could it be possible that she had transmigrated into the world of the novel as the character Xue Qing?

“Is your name Fang Yun? The Sect Leader of the Lingyu Sect?” Xue Qing hurriedly asked the woman who claimed to be her senior sister.

Fang Yun was taken aback by Xue Qing’s agitated appearance. She nodded and asked with concern, “Junior Sister, what happened to you? Did you lose control of your cultivation again?”

“I lost control of my cultivation?” Xue Qing asked anxiously.

“When Liu Ying found you, you were already in a state of coma, with chaotic internal energy and delirious speech, showing signs of being possessed by demonic energy. Fortunately, he timely protected your meridians with true energy, saving your life,” said Fang Yun. Pausing for a moment, she then continued with a troubled expression, “Senior Sister understands that you have a lofty disposition, and if your martial arts were to be crippled, it would be worse than death for you. But you should also consider Senior Sister’s situation. I’m already of this age, do you still want to push me to death?”

“I’ve lost my martial arts?” Xue Qing grew even more anxious.

“Your meridians are severed, and you have lost all your internal strength. It is a miracle that you’ve managed to survive. You…” Fang Yun’s face displayed extreme concern. In the original work, Xue Qing was a skilled and proud woman, so she must be worried that Xue Qing might take it too hard.

“Sister, don’t worry. I won’t do anything rash. I just have a headache and want to be alone for a while,” Xue Qing said, rubbing her temples in a pitiful manner. She knew that Fang Yun in the original work was someone who deeply cared for her, and she believed that Fang Yun wouldn’t refuse her request.

Sure enough, despite her worries, Fang Yun promptly ordered the female disciples who were watching to leave. As she walked away, she repeatedly instructed Xue Qing to take good care of herself, showing reluctance to part with her.

After seeing Fang Yun off, Xue Qing laid back on the bed and covered herself with a blanket. This was not a cup (“tragedy”), but rather… it seemed more like a utensil (“disaster”)! (T/N: the author is making a word pun. In Chinese, cup sounds like “tragedy”, she changed a word and it becomes utensil, which sounds like “disaster”. They roughly have the same meaning.) Who was the original Xue Qing in the novel? She was a remarkable figure, a junior sister of the renowned and upright Lingyu Sect’s sect master. A prodigy in martial arts, possessing both inner and outer beauty, she was the envy of all. With such a perfect exterior and inner cultivation, shouldn’t Xue Qing be rejoicing? No! She couldn’t find any joy at all. She vividly remembered that Xue Qing’s fate in the original story was to be betrayed by everyone, abandoned by her loved ones, suffer extreme torture, and die a tragic death. All of it is because this woman was extraordinary, brave, a supporting character that is not afraid to compete with the female lead for a man’s affection!

The male protagonist in the novel is Yan Ming, the Sect Leader of the Netherworld, to put it simply, a seductive and arrogant big villain. Although Xue Qing belongs to the righteous sect, she falls deeply in love with him and willingly becomes his pawn. Originally, Xue Qing and Yan Ming were both outstanding individuals, working together to plan and explore the martial arts world. They could have been an extraordinary couple, but unfortunately, Yan Ming fell in love with the female lead at first sight and became her loyal lapdog. As a result, Xue Qing experienced heartbreak. Despite the heartbreak, the frustrating thing is that Xue Qing in the novel is a masochist! She clings to Yan Ming relentlessly, constantly challenging the female lead, and eventually meets the fate she deserves as a supporting character.

Xue Qing reassured her trembling heart, don’t worry, don’t worry. The tragic outcome in the novel was because she constantly opposed the female lead. The female lead has such a shining halo above her head that even a slight movement would cause her to be battered and bloodied. But now, I’m a sensible person. What is Yan Ming? How can he be more important than my own life? I will voluntarily surrender and join the female lead’s camp. Following the female lead will bring me benefits!

Having made up her mind, Xue Qing began sorting out her surroundings. In the novel, Xue Qing’s martial arts were crippled shortly after Yan Ming and the female lead met. At that time, Yan Ming had one-sided feelings for the female lead, and after their parting in the desolate wasteland, he came to Xue Qing to practice his skills. However, at a critical moment, his mind was filled with the image of the female lead, causing him to lose control and fall into a demonic state. Xue Qing’s love for Yan Ming was just as stubborn as Yan Ming’s love for the female lead. She immediately used her skills to help Yan Ming regulate his true energy, resulting in great success. After this, Yan Ming left without a second thought, leaving Xue Qing to suffer the consequences and lose her cultivation.

Originally, when reading the novel, Xue Qing only hoped for the male and female leads to get together quickly. Now, she can’t help but want to spray the author’s face with blood. Does it have to be so miserable? Even a work-related injury comes with compensation. But now, she is bearing the injuries for the male lead and paying for her own medical expenses! However, thinking about the future ending, Xue Qing feels that she should be satisfied somewhat. It’s still better than crossing over as a disabled person, missing an arm or leg. Since the plot has not developed too far, she has enough time to change her fate.

As Xue Qing thought about how she may have lost her martial arts skills but still remained the junior disciple of the Lingyu Sect Leader, a distinguished member of a righteous sect, she felt somewhat comforted. Xue Qing had not eaten anything during the days she was unconscious, and now that her emotions had stabilized, she felt like her stomach was about to rupture from hunger. It was indeed a delightful thing to have crossed over into the capitalist class of the martial arts world. The several female disciples could tell from Xue Qing’s pained expression that she needed food, so they immediately brought her some porridge and side dishes. Xue Qing was famished, but she had to take into consideration her status. She ate calmly and unhurriedly. To be a proper lady of a prestigious sect, one must endure the upheaval of stomach acid.

Xue Qing was having her lunch under the intense gaze of two female disciples when another female disciple entered the room. She respectfully bowed to Xue Qing and said, “Martial Aunt, Senior Brother Liuying has returned and is seeking an audience outside the door.”

Liu Ying, Xue Qing keenly caught these two words, what a familiar name. Is this person not Xue Qing’s martial nephew / inexplicably died in the hands of the male lead / the biggest supporting character Liu Ying?!

Encountering a supporting character with a similarly tragic fate, Xue Qing felt a sense of mutual empathy in the encounter of wandering and drifting water plants. She quickly instructed the female disciple beside her, “Quick, let him in.”

The female disciple left the room and she soon returned with a young man in his early twenties. He wore a white robe that extends to his feet, embroidered with a pattern of a gentle breeze, which is the symbol of the Lingyu Sect. A Qingyun Sword hung at his waist, the standard equipment of a chivalrous warrior in the martial world, neat and sharp.

After performing the etiquette of a junior disciple, Liu Ying raised his head, his brows slightly furrowed, and asked with concern, “Martial Aunt, are you feeling better now?”

“I’m feeling better.” Xue Qing slightly turned her head to the side, concealing her expression of almost spitting blood. Having transmigrated, she encountered a graceful and handsome young man who appeared to be of similar age, and just as her heart was fluttering, she heard him refer to her as Martial Aunt. Even a heart as hard as stone can still be hurt. Xue Qing, the youngest disciple of the former sect leader of Lingyu Sect, may be young in age but her seniority was indeed high.

“Martial Aunt, while you were unconscious, I should have stayed by your side to serve you. However, since there were no signs of you waking, I took the liberty to go to Emei and obtain the elixir for solidifying foundation and cultivating the essence.” Liu Ying said as he placed a small porcelain bottle on the table beside Xue Qing.

Xue Qing took the small bottle into her hand and played with it for a while. In the novel, Emei Sect was renowned for their medical skills, and obtaining an elixir from Emei was not an easy task. Besides, she could not reject her little martial nephew’s kind gesture. Although she might not need it, she happily accepted it.

Seeing Xue Qing accept the medicine bottle, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing an expression of joy. Xue Qing couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. What a fine young man! When Xue Qing was abandoned by everyone, he was the only one who stood by her side. However, Xue Qing never paid any attention to him, completely focused on pursuing Yan Ming’s cold-hearted affection. Only when one experiences the bitterness of being a supporting character can they truly understand. Thinking about the author’s graphic depiction of Liu Ying’s death, Xue Qing made up her mind to treat this martial nephew better!