After the Sect Patriarch Comes Down the Mountain, He Plays the Fool to Fool the Wise

Strong female lead, no romance

Jiang Que, the Supreme Sect Leader of the Xuantian Sword Sect, emerged from seclusion to discover that her sect had been destroyed.

To rebuild it, she travels across the Five Realms in search of her disciples’ scattered soul fragments.

She always wears striking red, adores gold ornaments, and even has a life-bound sword made of gold.

She face-slaps scheming green-tea women, lays into fake sweethearts, and disciplines her disciples. Jiang Que is so busy she just wants to slack off.

“Which world is my adorable disciple, the sect leader with the three-dot water radical, in?” Jiang Que reclined lazily on a chaise longue, propping up her cheek with one hand and holding letters from her disciples in the other.

The ten-thousand-year-old tree demon, now in human form, massaged her shoulders. “His aura is too scattered. I can’t tell either.”

“Ugh…” Jiang Que tossed aside the letters. “Building and managing a sect is such a pain!”