MTL - Live: Husky Tianxiu at the Goddess’ House - Chapter 1 Transmigrated into a Husky?

Yun Wan transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role in a male-frequent novel.
The female partner was born in the Acacia sect, and has an indescribably superb physique. With her as the center, monks within a radius of ten meters can rely on her to obtain cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to move the spring water. If the two parties work together, they can become immortals in place. Not impossible.
Therefore, the father dedicates her as a “gift” to the unlucky man N Suiyuan in the story, and never wants to be returned on the spot by the other party.
When Yun Wan passed through, she happened to be on the way to “give gifts”.
Recalling the miserable ending of the female supporting role, Yun Wan decided to run away and find a sect to learn art from a teacher. To ensure safety, she planned to find another bodyguard.
The bodyguard she had a crush on, Mo Yi Qingchen, was very handsome, and Yun Wan leaned over happily: “Brother, take the order? As long as you stay within ten meters of me, you can get 888 cultivation points per second.” At the end, she added, “It’s done.” Afterwards, our spirits and souls blended together and soared together.”
That’s right, she’s hungry for abs.
In just three sentences, Yun Wan managed to get the handsome guy to escort her for eighty-eight days.
Finally arrived at the Great Sect, Yun Wan was about to bid farewell to the bodyguards, but was greeted with a sentence: “Welcome Master Suiyuan, Master Yun Wan returns to the sect!”
“…???” What year old? Teacher what mother?
The other party looked at her with a half smile but not a smile: “Mind and soul, soaring together?”
“…” Damn it, she is the unlucky little bastard.
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Note: There are private settings inside, please do not research.
The ranks of immortal cultivation are: Qi refining, foundation building, consecration, Jindan, Yuanying, Mahayana, and robbing.

Content tags: Xianxia Cultivation Wearing Books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yun Wan, Xie Tingyun ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: The supporting female partner of the Hehuan sect will never admit defeat!
Conception: scientific cultivation of immortality, physical fitness

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

My disciple, whom I raised and cherished with my whole heart…That same disciple has returned and is trying to kill me.“Before you fall, before you cease to be my idol, my hero, my sun, I will kill you with my own hands. For your honor!”Just wait for a while…I’ll bring you back to your senses.