【Relaxed + Daily + Leisure + Single Female Lead + Female Sword Fairy + Human-Grass Love + Has System + Group Portrait...】

Ye Changqing transmigrated and was reborn as grass.

Good news: Transmigrated! System activated!

Bad news: Became grass! Can’t move!

Good news: Got stepped on by a jade foot!

Wait, maybe that’s bad news...

Ye Changqing: Although I’m grass, I’m still the protagonist!

Jin Li: No, you’re my golden finger, I’m the protagonist!

Ye Changqing gave up completely—why resist when soft rice tastes better!

Ye Changqing’s true inner thoughts:

“As a blade of grass, what bad intentions could I have?”

“I’m the protagonist, so why am I just an accessory?”

“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don’t underestimate poor little grass!”

“I’m just grass, not the sacred land’s guardian deity!”

“From now on roles reverse, it’s my turn to support you, holy maiden!”

“Have you ever heard that a blade of grass can cut through sun, moon, and stars?”

“You all won’t even call me—Qing Di!”

Summary is weak, please read the main text. The protagonist won’t transform early on, appears rarely, a non-human accessory protagonist, please be gentle with critiques!

[Black-bellied] + [Decisive and ruthless] + [No idiots] + [Single female lead]

A scheming pseudo-genius x a powerful mentor! He's in debt of hundreds of billions and can only rely on his junior sister to save his life?

Yun Mo Ze was badly cheated by his missing father - he had a huge debt of hundreds of billions of spirit stones!

With creditors eyeing him covetously, he was left with the choice of either being hunted to death or becoming the old woman's "collection." In desperation, he took a risk: agreeing to impersonate the "chosen one" and sneak into the disaster peak of Mingzong Town to seek refuge!

Lagging behind in cultivation? His identity on the verge of being exposed? He gritted his teeth and risked his life, brazenly seizing the sect's most precious weapon, the Tianfeng Sword!

By some unintended consequence, he became Mingzong's fifth "Heavenly Grade Disaster Suppression Repairer"!

Famous and renowned? No! Only Yun Mo Ze knows: A counterfeit using a divine weapon to slay disasters? He's courting death!

Must hold on to someone powerful! Target locked on: the latecomer, the perfect unpolished gem—Junior Sister Yu Xiyun.

"The golden thigh you have cultivated yourself is the most secure when you hold it close to you!"

Sharing all his knowledge? Showing concern? No! This is a desperate investment from this scheming senior brother—just to hide behind his junior sister and save his life from the horrific disasters ahead!

Yun Moze's calculations were clattering:

Endure humiliation and wait for your junior sister to grow into a towering tree, and the debt crisis will be resolved!

Dig a thousand feet deep into the ground, find out the old man who did the pit, find out the reason... and then grind his bones and scatter his ashes with my own hands!

Just look at how the fake chosen one walks the tightrope on the edge of disaster while carefully "raising" his future backers!

[Single female lead + no ambiguity + decisive killing + refreshing writing + fast pace]

Su Wanqing, the most powerful genius in the Northern Territory, lost all his cultivation because he was eager to break through.

In the past, she was an omnipotent genius in the eyes of the world, and an unparalleled swordsman who hoped to reach the highest realm in the world within a thousand years.

But after losing all his cultivation, the sect leader looked down on him and fellow elders despised him!

Even many of his disciples who were taught personally by him switched to other elders and severed their ties with him.

All cultivation has been lost and there is no possibility of recovery.

Su Wanqing felt desperate and wanted to commit suicide.

But a disciple appeared.

She brought him back to the sect to be taught since he was young, but his aptitude was very poor and there was no hope for him to practice!

I thought that this disciple was also going to leave, but he wanted to comfort her and cheer her up.

However, the disciple's subsequent actions gradually became confusing.

"Disciple, can my cultivation really be restored?"

"It can restore your cultivation, why would you need a massage..."

......

Chu Ning originally just wanted to comfort Su Wanqing. After all, she was his master who had taught him for many years. The relationship between a master and a disciple was greater than heaven and earth!

However, at this moment, the system awakened!

[The Wife-Pampering System Awakens! The host comforts his wife who wants to commit suicide and is rewarded with the means to restore his cultivation, the Changchun Hand!]

【Just massage with your hands to restore your meridians! 】

And at this moment, facing the suspicious and vigilant eyes of his master, asking him if he could recover his cultivation...

Chu Ning made a decision that went against his ancestors.

"Yes, Master."

"Don't move, just leave it to me..."

[Dual Rebirth + Single Female Lead + Romantic Daily Life + Cultivation + Pure Love + No System]

Jiang Mo once believed that having a Dao partner to share humble beginnings and support each other through the hardships of life was a true blessing.

He never imagined their seemingly perfect relationship would become hollow—both ultimately perishing in a tribulation of inner demons.

Jiang Mo deeply regretted his past.

If heaven could grant him another chance...

Then—he was reborn over 300 years in the past, at the age of fourteen, before he had even stepped onto the path of cultivation.

This time, he vowed to seal his heart, cut off love, and pursue the Dao alone!

The immortal path is cold and lonely. His path is solitary! Only by enduring loneliness can one reach the end!

What Jiang Mo didn’t know… was that next door, Meng Churan—also reborn—seemed to have made the exact same decision...

—

“The mortal world is long and full of distractions. Cultivators should transcend such things.”

“Indeed. Everyone has their own path to follow, unbound by worldly attachments.”

“Then, where do you head, fellow cultivator?”

“Toward the eternal Dao.”

“Oh, stop! We’re in the middle of our wedding ceremony—we’ll be off to the bridal chamber soon!”

“Ah, that’s true.”

As they spoke, the two—dressed in crimson wedding robes—were already holding hands tightly, gazing into each other’s eyes with deep affection.