The Whole Sect Waited for Me to Be Cast Out, So I Created a Divine-Grade Treasure Instead

My name is Ye Xuan, and I've spent three years as a menial disciple at Qingyun Sect. In the eyes of my master, Sun Changfeng, I'm a formation prodigy who can repair ancient arrays and save his granddaughter from certain death. He doesn't know that every time I repair a formation rune, I secretly plant a “backdoor program.” In the eyes of my enemy, Zhang Kuang, I'm the son of his sworn foe, a wretched dog he can bully at will. He doesn't know that I've already scanned all his information and am planning to send him and his father packing. In the eyes of the entire sect, I'm a cultivation maniac who's had absurd luck, rocketing from the second to the seventh level of Qi Refining in a month. They don't know that every breath drawn by my divine-grade fire spirit root burns away my lifespan, driving me to repay my debt. [Karmic debt: 269 days, 11 hours remaining…] You all think I'm riding auspicious clouds toward a limitless future. (Inner thoughts: Help! The bill's here again! I can't take another day of this!) Only I know the truth: I'm just a gambler wearing a genius's mask, sprinting recklessly along a tightrope.