Picking Up a New Identity and Getting Away With Anything

Everyone, this is my first time writing something like this, so please leave a comment. I'll do better next time, sob.

When she woke up, she had forgotten who she was.

A rootless, nameless wisp of a soul drifted before the spirit-testing platform of a cultivation sect, watching people test their spiritual roots and enter the immortal sect. No one could see her, until a disciple guiding the newcomers casually “brought” her along when he led them inside.

She accidentally wandered into the sect, stumbled into a secret realm, and happened to lie down on a ten-thousand-year-old ice bed that could nourish the soul. Two or three months later, she awoke and found the corpse of an outer sect disciple at the door, dead for half a month and still unclaimed.

And so she gained a new identity: Shen Qi, with a low-grade false spiritual root, the lowest-ranking servant in the labor hall, and someone everyone could bully.

But she didn't care. After all...

“I'm not really Shen Qi.”

While posing as a good-for-nothing disciple and coasting through life in the sect, she secretly searched for her true origins. But as the commotion she caused grew louder, the inner sect genius senior brother, who had always been cold to her and found fault with her at every turn, seemed to be acting increasingly strange.

“Who are you, really?”

“If I told you I came back to life in someone else's body, would you believe me?”

“...Say that again?”

She grinned. “Senior Brother, are you hard of hearing? I said I came back to life in someone else's body.”

A crazy, chatty heroine × a cold-faced, secretly lovesick senior brother