I’m Done Pretending: I’m the Ancestor of Cultivation

[Strong Female Lead + Punishing Scumbags + Light Power Fantasy + Ensemble Cast + No Romance + Nine Spiritual Roots + Talisman, Pill, Music, and Artifact Cultivation + Everyone’s Favorite + White Moonlight]

[The female lead is the strongest character in the entire story: an max-level expert dropped into the beginner village]

Choushanjiu was the only immortal in a thousand years to ascend at the age of twenty. She was top-tier in every way, except that she occasionally had a mental episode.

Heavenly Emperor: “I can’t take you anymore. Go back down there.”

She thought this mission would be a breeze, but the sect she had founded a thousand years ago had fallen into such a sorry state!

Choushanjiu: “If I could become the greatest under heaven a thousand years ago, how could it be any harder a thousand years later?”

Choushanjiu immediately rolled up her sleeves and got to work fulfilling her duties as the sect’s founding ancestor.

The senior disciple, burdened by a family feud, was single-mindedly bent on revenge and trapped by her obsession.

Choushanjiu slid in, handed her a sword, and told her firmly, “Fight your way out.”

The junior sister doubted herself: “Maybe I really am not cut out to be a sword cultivator.”

Choushanjiu personally handed her a top-grade spirit sword. “I’m giving you the Phoenix’s True Flame. If anyone says you’re no good, I’ll go cut them down.”

Before long, everyone in the sect understood that with Ancestor Choushanjiu around, someone would always have their back. She wouldn’t simply solve their problems for them; she’d teach them how to handle those problems themselves.

Though a few little mishaps cropped up along the way.

An old acquaintance stared at her in disbelief. Choushanjiu scratched her cheek. “I lost my memory. I don’t know.”

Acquaintance: “No wonder you seemed so familiar. Turns out the old acquaintance isn’t dead after all.”

Choushanjiu: “It’s my fault you all fell in love with me. (ﾟ3ﾟ)~”

Junior disciple: “Ancestor, your fleeting romances could almost form a whole sect!”