Everyday Life of a Max-Level Big Shot Raising an Alt

(Narcissus)

Naturally adorable, secretly scheming at heart × a short-tempered clone early on, increasingly obsessive later

Yu Xiaoyu was an esteemed elder of the Immortal Alliance. In public, she was a respected cultivator at the third stage of the Integration Realm. In private, she was a genius whom the entire immortal sect world was urging to ascend.

After failing her tribulation, she faked her death and escaped. She ran into Yan Xin, who was traveling down the mountain for training. The two looked exactly alike, and Yu Xiaoyu immediately sensed something was wrong. With her eyes injured, she pretended to be blind and tried to leave.

Yan Xin asked her to stay, gently persuading her to come back and recuperate.

Yan Xin lived at a sect so small it could hardly be called one, and apparently saw nothing strange about their identical faces.

After thinking it over, Yu Xiaoyu decided to go back with her.

She hid away at Yan Xin's sect and taught her cultivation whenever she had the chance.

They lived peacefully like this for a while, until Yan Xin asked her for three favors.

Find the figure who kept appearing in Yan Xin's dreams.

Find the person who had once left a spell on Yan Xin.

Find the person who had framed Yu Xiaoyu.

The first two were directly connected to Yu Xiaoyu, but she couldn't understand the last one.

Yan Xin raised her dark, unsettling eyes and gazed obsessively at Yu Xiaoyu's face. “Kill her, and offer her up as a sacrifice to the sword for the two of us.”

“You don't have what it takes,” Yu Xiaoyu said, turning to face her.

But Yan Xin smiled and pulled away the covering on her face, revealing the eyes that had remained blood-red ever since the injury. Staring into Yu Xiaoyu's eyes as if casting a spell, she murmured, “You can do it. Show me what you're capable of, just once, all right?”

*

Yu Xiaoyu created Yan Xin so she could live freely in her place. She never expected that someone would frame her, leaving Yan Xin to suffer instead.

When Yu Xiaoyu told Yan Xin that she herself was the person Yan Xin had been obsessing over all along, Yan Xin, as usual, crouched at her feet and pressed her identical face against Yu Xiaoyu's thigh.

“So all of this was your gift to me.”

Yu Xiaoyu looked down at her, gently stroked her cheek, and smiled. “I know what you're thinking. You can't kill me.”

“Then how about I keep you imprisoned for the rest of your life, so you'll never ascend and leave me?”

*

Yan Xin's soul was incomplete, and every full moon brought her agony that pierced to the bone.

Some said she was a fragment of a soul torn from another person, and that only her original body could sustain her and free her from the pain.

She didn't believe it, not until she met Yu Xiaoyu, covered in wounds.

Yu Xiaoyu recognized her at a glance, yet chose to pretend to be blind.

She hid all the cruelty in her heart and sweet-talked Yu Xiaoyu into staying by her side.

Yu Xiaoyu was unbelievably slow on the uptake. Even after being bullied into silence, she still hadn't realized she'd been tricked.

"Content warnings"

1. Men exist in this world, but I won't write about any.

2. Yan Xin is a short-tempered baby girl. Only her big sister can handle her, but she's a good person.

3. Written for my personal tastes, not very logical, and probably mostly focused on the two of them.

4. Have fun, everyone!

Theme: Love yourself