Archeologist in a Cultivation World

Every part of Camille's body seemed to be shredded, with every inch of flesh and bone permeated with excruciating pain.

Her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and through the hazy blood-colored sight, even the candlelight appeared tinged with crimson.

"Sister, when you took my place in the Eath genre that day, did you ever think it would come to this?" A lazy female voice drawled into her ear, sometimes distant, sometimes near, making her doubt whether this was yet another nightmare.

Then, the sound of shattering bones resounded again, and the pain engulfed her in an instant.

"Ah!" she cried out in agony.

Her legs... This wasn't a dream!

She opened her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her, adorned in ancient attire, toying with a longsword.

It was a face she had never seen before.

"Sister, aren't you supposed to be tough as nails? It's just this much. I didn't even exert much force. How did it break so easily?" Her tone was light and chirpy, as if she had achieved something worth bragging about.

Blood trickled down Camille's forehead, and as she tried to raise her hand to wipe it, she found her arm already a mass of flesh and blood, immobile.

"Candice, stop wasting time with her. The secret realm is about to open. Give her a quick end."

...

Camille felt the heartbreak for the first time, as the merciless sword pierced her chest. She cast a final glance at the woman, imprinting her face deeply into her mind.

When she opened her eyes again, Camille was back outside the Eath genre. Her chest still throbbed with pain, and the glaring sunlight made her feel disoriented.

The surroundings were still unfamiliar, and for a moment, she couldn't quite place when or where she was.

The voices of children chattering pulled her back into the commotion, and as she regained her senses, she looked around.

Rows of children surrounded her, none older than fifteen, some as young as six or seven.

They seemed to be talking about something related to "magical energy," but she couldn't quite comprehend.

Her head felt heavy, and as she rubbed her temples, a plethora of memories flooded her mind.

She had transmigrated.

Thrown into the world of a xianxia novel she had read just two days before, where a supporting character shared her name. Back then, she had thought it was a mere coincidence, never imagining she would become "her."

The protagonist's brother, Samuel, had saved a junior of an elder from Eath genre. In gratitude, the elder offered the protagonist's sister a spot in the Eath genre.

Unbeknownst to them, the sister, Camille, possessed exceptional talent and could cultivate without entering Eath genre.

The incident of her sister taking her place had spread throughout the cultivation world. Eath genre, coveting such talent, discovered the truth and, to demonstrate their stance, not only expelled the sister but also restricted her cultivation to merely the third level.

Shortly after leaving the sect, she fell into the hands of dark cultivators, and due to her remarkable appearance, she was used as a cauldron for alchemy, enduring endless torment. Just as she managed to escape, she was captured by her once admired senior martial brother, who handed her over to the protagonist, Candice, to settle a personal vendetta.

Camille found herself transmigrated into this sister's life. She never imagined that an inconsequential line from the book, "settling a personal vendetta," would unfold in such a way...