[Lighthearted Comedy + Secret-Identity Cultivation + Ensemble Cast + Mind-Over-Matter Cultivation]
After transmigrating to the world of cultivation, I joined a sect where everyone cultivates through “belief.”
The fist cultivators believe that the deeper their bonds, the heavier their punches.
The sword cultivators believe that if they’re sufficiently resolute, their swords should be able to cut through anything.
The alchemy cultivators are even more absurd. Before they start refining pills, they look you over and ask if you believe the batch will succeed.
And I’m no more normal than they are.
Because I have a book called The Celestial Tome of Myriad Forms.
Ever since I joined the sect, this tome has given me a new identity every month.
Sword cultivator, alchemist, fist cultivator, talisman master, formation master... Each time my identity changes, so does my cultivation path, and even the way people look at me.
Yesterday, I was the stone-faced prodigy who stunned everyone with a single sword strike on the training ground.
Today, I’m in the alchemy room advising my senior brother that his heat control is off.
Tomorrow, I might be the most reasonable person in the outer sect, the one who seems most like a senior.
Everyone in the sect is quite pleased, declaring: “Excellent. This is very much in keeping with mind-over-matter cultivation.”
I’m the only one who’s increasingly certain something is wrong.
Because it seems The Celestial Tome of Myriad Forms has given me more than just identities.
It has also given me lives that should never have been mine.
