The Whole World Sells Personas [Cultivation]

#The Greatest Sect#

Everyone on alert! Everyone on alert! The protagonist is still a child and has reached the sect gate. Close the gates! What do you mean, it's too late? Hurry, check the mountain-protecting formation! All female disciples, gather... No, forget it. Any elders with daughters, get them out of here, now!

#The Greatest Genius#

Who has it worse than me? I have to stay one step ahead of the protagonist. Good grief, he's leveling up like he's on pills. He cultivates and fights every day. I'm going to cough up blood!!!

#I'm the Protagonist#

I'm the one who has it worst, okay? I'm controlled all day long, and he won't leave me alone even at night. Damn it, the peach blossom brew I buried is about to evaporate!!!

A little secret: I think that guy has it the worst. He's supposed to be the great villain, but the protagonist keeps snatching away everything he wants. He gives an evil smile every day, and his underlings' faces are about to cramp from smiling along. Now I hear they've all turned into expressionless statues.

The real protagonist of this story: Your sister.

A conversation between the new protagonist and the old protagonist

New protagonist: It hurts so much! I don't want to temper my body! Can't you just let me be a fragile spell cultivator in peace...

Old protagonist: You should be grateful. The last senior piled up his cultivation with pills, and now he's crying while searching for a way to get rid of the pill toxins.

A reckless, death-seeking, brain-fogged villain bottom x a protagonist top who pretends to be a saint but is actually a menace

Warning: The story is self-indulgent and clichéd, the bottom is the protagonist, the writing is poor, I'm terrible at naming things, I'm thin-skinned, it's all imaginary, there's no basis in reality, it's a parallel world, the potential triggers are unclear, and let's part on good terms.