Reborn + cross-dressing as a man + adored by everyone + a captivating heroine + breaking taboos + cultivating immortality in a sect
Also known as: I Level Up Steadily in a Xianxia Novel.
A powerful cultivator started over, hoping to keep a low profile and grow in strength. Unfortunately, her teammates were just too adorable.
It: “That’s a demonic technique. This one must not be allowed to live!”
She: “Stay back! I’m really not a heretic!”
He: “Tell me, what is love? It makes people pledge their lives to one another!”
She: “We’re brothers. How can you do this!?”
The evil dragon: “Humans really are despicable.”
She: “Say that again, and I’ll make you drink my foot-washing water!”
Her senior brother, whose mind had been clouded by strange pork: “A Li, I’m sorry!”
She: “Sorry, but I’m not into men!”
She was the greatest sword cultivator in the heavens. Her master had once said, “As cultivators, we must keep all living beings in our hearts!”
She expended all her cultivation in the Outer Heavens, slaying the world-destroying evil demon and proving her Dao to become an immortal.
It should have been a great achievement. Unfortunately, she had ascended from the lower realm, and her past was shrouded in mystery, making the cultivators of the Outer Heavens wary of her. While she was drained of spiritual energy, the comrades who had fought by her side cast her into the Immortal-Slaying Formation.
Fortunately, immortals cannot die.
A fragment of the Heavenly Dao was reborn alongside her.
The Heavenly Dao: “Aren’t you curious who I am?”
She: “I’m not curious.”
The official synopsis is above.
The original synopsis is below. It’s lyrical, and I quite like it.
With a single sword strike, she could cut down the stars scattered across the sky, yet she could not escape those few flimsy pages in the annals of time: one filled with lies, another with betrayal. A thousand years of war and turmoil passed beneath her fingertips. The vows of eternal love she made with her beloved, the friendships that would never surrender, were like the verdant mountains borrowing spring’s blossoms in all their splendor. Beauty was nothing more than an illusion that lasted but a moment.
