I Transmigrated Into the One I Wrote to Death

Headache.

It felt like someone was hammering from inside her skull, one beat at a time, rhythmic, completely disregarding her feelings as someone who just woke up.

Jiang Yunshu struggled to open her eyes, and what met her sight was an unfamiliar scene—carved wooden beams, cyan gauze curtains, the faint scent of sandalwood in the air mixed with the bitterness of herbs.

She blinked.

She had never seen this ceiling before.

Nor these curtains.

She tried to push herself up, but her elbow hit the edge of the bed, causing her to suck in a sharp breath of cold air.

"Hiss—"

Wait, this hand.

She looked down at her hands.

Slender, fair, with distinct knuckles, but clearly not her own hands calloused from typing on a keyboard.

A wave of dizziness hit, and the original owner's memories flooded into her mind like a tide—

Jiang Yunshu, the third disciple under Elder Yunqing of Qingxuan Sect, ranked seventh on the Rising Star List of the cultivation world. Seemingly glamorous, but in reality, she was a person detested by both humans and dogs. Her greatest hobby was causing trouble for the female lead, Su Ningshuang—bullying her, scheming against her, and finally pushing her off a cliff in the secret realm—only to be counterattacked by the female lead, falling to her death with not even bones left.

A miserable death, a classic negative example of "if you seek trouble, you'll find it" in the cultivation world.

Jiang Yunshu lay in bed, staring at the canopy above, her expression gradually freezing.

She had transmigrated into a book.

Into the vicious female supporting character she herself had written.

Three years ago, she had started writing a xianxia novel titled "Above the Azure Clouds," telling the story of the waste female lead Su Ningshuang's counterattack and rise in the cultivation world, along with her romance.

Half a year ago, she couldn't continue and hastily ended it.

And now, she had become the vicious third senior sister in that book—who, out of jealousy towards Su Ningshuang, repeatedly framed her, and was ultimately personally sent to her demise by the male lead Xiao Ce.

Jiang Yunshu lay in bed, with only one thought left in her mind:

Well, really.

Other people transmigrate into books at least as a positive character, but she, on the other hand, had directly become the most detestable tool in the entire book.

And the kind that dies particularly miserably, and even after death, gets exhumed and whipped as a negative example.

What had she been thinking when she set the character back then? "It's just a tool, use and discard." She had even written the death scene very casually—trying to push Su Ningshuang off a cliff in the secret realm, but getting countered, falling to her death, with not even bones left.

Just those dozen or so words summed up the original owner's life.

Not even a transition.

Well, really, she wrote it, it was all her writing; karma was real and never missed.

"Third Senior Sister? Third Senior Sister, are you awake?"

A clear knocking sound came from outside the door, followed by a young girl dressed as a maid pushing the door open, carrying a basin of hot water, with some urgency on her face.

Jiang Yunshu recognized her—this was Xiao Tao, the original owner's personal maid, also her loyal accomplice in causing trouble.

"Senior Sister, today is the sect's monthly square lecture. Elder Yunqing will personally preach, and Senior Sister Su will also be there..." Xiao Tao paused, lowering her voice, "Didn't Senior Sister say she wanted to give Senior Sister Su a 'surprise' during the lecture?"

Jiang Yunshu's heart leaped.

Lecture. Su Ningshuang.

This was the plot she had written three years ago—the original owner did indeed pick a fight during this lecture, only to get slapped in the face by the female lead, laying the groundwork for the later secret realm plot.

In other words, this was the first step of her death flag.

"What day is it today?" she asked.

"The ninth of June, Senior Sister forgot?" Xiao Tao looked puzzled, "The monthly square lecture is always on the ninth."

Jiang Yunshu took a deep breath.

Well. Really.

Other people transmigrate into books to enjoy blessings; she transmigrated to undergo tribulations.

"I... have a bit of a headache." She forced a weak smile, "Can you handle today's lecture for me?"

"Senior Sister!" Xiao Tao was anxious, "How can you miss Elder Yunqing's lecture? And Senior Sister Su always meditates under the magnolia tree on the east side of the square; Senior Sister said..."

Jiang Yunshu silently wept inside.

Yes, yes, the original owner did say she wanted to "teach that pretentious Su Ningshuang a good lesson."

The problem was that the person inside the shell had changed now!

She, a modern-day salted fish, a coder who hadn't even killed a few chickens, and now you tell her to cause trouble in the cultivation world?

"Xiao Tao." She sat up, trying to make her tone sound calm, "I've changed my mind."

"What?" Xiao Tao's eyes widened.

"From today on, I'm not going to trouble Su Ningshuang anymore." Jiang Yunshu said word by word, "I want to keep a low profile."

"Senior Sister, what are you saying?" Xiao Tao thought she misheard, "How could Senior Sister possibly..."

"I want to keep a low profile." Jiang Yunshu repeated, then added, "Very low profile."

Xiao Tao stood there, holding the basin, with a look like she had seen a ghost.

Jiang Yunshu understood her shock. After all, in the original owner's memories, the third senior sister's frequency of causing trouble for Su Ningshuang was higher than her frequency of eating. Suddenly saying "not anymore" was indeed a bit abnormal.

But she didn't care.

All she knew was that in the original book, the original owner openly picked a fight during this lecture, got slapped in the face by the female lead, held a grudge, and then set up a trap in the secret realm—only to be killed in return.

Now that she was here, everything would be different.

She wouldn't cause trouble, wouldn't invite trouble, stay away from Su Ningshuang, and cherish life.

That was settled.

"Senior Sister..." Xiao Tao wanted to say something else.

"Prepare clothes for me." Jiang Yunshu interrupted her, "I'm going to the lecture."

"But Senior Sister said she wasn't going..."

"I changed my mind." Jiang Yunshu sighed, "I'll go, but I'll stand at the back, at the very back, in the corner farthest from Su Ningshuang."

Xiao Tao: "..."

She thought Third Senior Sister might be delirious from fever.

The square lecture of Qingxuan Sect was a monthly tradition on the ninth day.

The huge square was filled with disciples, seated in order of seniority and cultivation level. The front rows were for core and inner disciples, the middle for outer disciples, and the very back for registered disciples and servants.

Jiang Yunshu stood at the very back of the crowd, shrinking into an inconspicuous corner, trying hard to make herself as unnoticeable as a speck of dust.

She deliberately didn't wear the original owner's flashy "Soaring Cloud Bun" but had Xiao Tao tie a simple bun. She also chose plain clothes and didn't even put on powder—in short, she tried to be as low-key as possible.

Although the original owner was good-looking, she preferred gaudy and flamboyant outfits, practically wanting to write "I'm arrogant" on her face. Now that Jiang Yunshu had changed her style, standing in the crowd was like a drop of water merging into the sea, completely inconspicuous.

Perfect.

She gave herself a mental thumbs-up.

As long as she survived today, she could buy time to slowly plan her future life—

"Third Senior Sister."

A clear, cold voice came from behind.

Jiang Yunshu froze.

She slowly turned her head and saw Su Ningshuang standing not far away, in a moon-white long dress, her black hair like a waterfall, a hint of concern in her brows and eyes.

The female lead's standard "ethereal beauty" was practically glowing in the sunlight.

Alarm bells rang in Jiang Yunshu's mind.

Why would she actively come to her?! According to the original plot, Su Ningshuang should be sitting under the magnolia tree meditating and wouldn't come in her direction at all!

Could the original owner's memories be wrong? Or had she, the little butterfly, flapped her wings and already messed up the plot?

Forget it, stabilize first.

"Third Senior Sister, long time no see." Su Ningshuang smiled gently, her smile warm and appropriate, "We only met briefly in the Sutra Library last time, and I didn't get a chance to greet you. How have you been lately?"

Jiang Yunshu's mind raced.

According to the original plot, the original owner had "coincidentally" met Su Ningshuang in the Sutra Library last time, insulted her a few words, and knocked the hard-earned cultivation manual she found to the ground—on the grounds that "she didn't like her looks."

For such scenes, anyone would hold a grudge.

Now Su Ningshuang was greeting her first, with a warm smile and a concerned tone—

Alarm bells rang in Jiang Yunshu's mind.

Something's wrong.

This was too wrong.

According to the script she wrote, Su Ningshuang should be cold and confrontational towards the original owner. What was this "sisterly affection" act?

Was this a test?

Or was Su Ningshuang planning some big move?

Forget it, just bluff her way through.

"I'm okay." Jiang Yunshu forced a polite but distant smile, "I have a headache today, so I'm standing in the back for some quiet. Junior Sister doesn't need to worry about me."

"Headache?" Su Ningshuang's brows furrowed slightly, "Senior Sister is unwell? Why not go see a medical cultivator?"

"No need, no need, it's just a minor issue." Jiang Yunshu took a step back, "Standing farther away to get some air is fine."

Su Ningshuang stepped forward, seemingly wanting to take her hand: "Senior Sister, let me accompany you to see a medical cultivator—"

Jiang Yunshu instinctively pulled her hand back.

Su Ningshuang's hand froze in midair.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Yunshu sensed several barely noticeable gazes from around—disciples who were only too happy to watch the drama, secretly glancing in their direction.

From their perspective, the Third Senior Sister was starting trouble again.

Clearly, Su Ningshuang was kindly showing concern, but she dodged with impatience—wasn't that bullying?

Jiang Yunshu's heart sank.

Well, really.

She just wanted to keep a low profile, but she forgot that the original owner's persona was already deeply rooted. Avoiding Su Ningshuang's goodwill in such a setting made her look like "Third Senior Sister is still the same old thing" in others' eyes.

Done for.

Social death right from the start.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something—

"Third Junior Sister."

A deep voice cut in from the side, tinged with displeasure.

Jiang Yunshu turned and saw a young man in black clothes walking over, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his temperament cold.

Xiao Ce.

The male lead of the original book, the senior grand disciple of Qingxuan Sect, and also the original owner's...

Uh, former admirer.

Yes, the original owner had pursued him for a while, but was ruthlessly rejected. Later, the original owner turned love into hate and started targeting Su Ningshuang—because she knew Su Ningshuang and Xiao Ce had mutual feelings.

Jealousy makes people ugly, and the original owner was a typical example.

At this moment, Xiao Ce frowned at Jiang Yunshu, his tone cold: "Third Junior Sister, what have you done to Ningshuang Junior Sister again?"

Jiang Yunshu took a deep breath.

She tried to make her expression look innocent and aggrieved: "Junior Sister wanted to take my hand, so I dodged."

After a pause, she added: "What, is dodging wrong too?"

Xiao Ce was taken aback.

He seemed not to have expected Jiang Yunshu to respond like this.

In his impression, the Third Junior Sister had always been the type to be self-righteous and never admit fault. A rebuttal like this was unprecedented.

"Third Junior Sister today..." he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, "is a bit different from usual."

Jiang Yunshu's heart jolted.

Hearing this from Xiao Ce meant something she understood better than anyone—she had already been noticed.

Just then, a bell rang from the front of the square.

"Silence—Elder Yunqing arrives for the lecture, all disciples quiet!"

The crowd knelt and sat down in their original positions. Xiao Ce couldn't say more, but before leaving, he gave Jiang Yunshu another look.

In his eyes were confusion, scrutiny, and a hint of...

Something Jiang Yunshu couldn't read.

She stood in the corner, her heart pounding like a drum.

She knew that Xiao Ce had noticed something was off about her.

That wasn't a good sign.

On the stage, Elder Yunqing had already begun expounding on cultivation techniques, his voice rumbling like invisible talismans drilling into their ears.

Jiang Yunshu stood at the back of the crowd, her mind full of the look Xiao Ce gave her when he left.

She knew: Xiao Ce wasn't the type to let suspicious points slide easily. Since he had found her "off," he would definitely investigate.

She shrank her neck, trying hard not to stand out.

Alright.

The start wasn't so smooth.

But at least she was still alive, right?

She comforted herself like that.

However, she didn't know that Xiao Ce had already noticed her.

At the front of the crowd, Su Ningshuang turned her head, her gaze casually sweeping over her position.

In those clear eyes, there seemed to be some emotion she couldn't read.

And Xiao Ce stood at the edge of the crowd, seemingly listening to the elder's lecture, but his peripheral vision was always on Jiang Yunshu.

In his eyes were confusion, scrutiny, and a trace of... interest.

He wouldn't let this go.

What Jiang Yunshu didn't know was—she thought she was hiding well enough, but from the moment she stepped into the square, she had been watched by two people.