As the acknowledged leader of the righteous path across the entire cultivation world, Yi Qianji was praised in life as a paragon of grace and virtue, peerless beneath the heavens. The accumulated merit she had earned was even enough to let her join the Buddhist sect and become a living Buddha.
But even the most incredible people have their unspeakable little flaws.
This veteran perfectionist couldn't accept having lost to her lifelong rival back in the day. So she packed her things, climbed to the peak of Tianshan, and ended her life, leaving behind four disciples and planning to be reborn so she could try again.
But she didn't get reborn. Instead, she woke up from the dead.
Seven thousand eight hundred years later, Yi Qianji woke to discover that the sect she had founded was gone, her good name had been thoroughly twisted, and her four adorable disciples had all gone astray:
The eldest had a moment of despair, shaved his head, and joined the Buddhist sect, becoming a Buddhist saint.
The second, Xiao Tu Baicheng, willingly fell to become a Demon Lord.
The third had such a short temper that he made himself the enemy of all Taiyan.
The fourth took her place and became the new leader of the righteous path.
In short... not only had they all gone down the wrong path, but they had all blamed her for it?
Yi Qianji, who had just crawled out of her coffin, felt her fists clench.
The weather's turning cold. It's time to clean house.
#A story of going from LV.100 to LV.-1 after waking from the dead#
★ The protagonist will change from Neutral Good to Lawful Evil, so please read with caution.
* Also known as "How My Wicked Disciples Ruined My Good Name" and "My Wicked Disciples Have Influence Across the Entire Taiyan Realm"
* A long, slow-paced story focused on plot, with a nontraditional cultivation setting. Romance is part of the main plot.
* The leader of the righteous path isn't a top-tier star in terms of fighting ability. She's more like a class monitor, responsible for lots of things, but only a little above average academically~
* Enter with caution! Enter with caution! Please be kind! Please be kind! The author is a non-full-time student, a fantasy enthusiast at heart, and just wants to see a dream come true!
★ Character designs and short comics are available on Weibo. There are already 10+ illustrations!
The male lead isn't on the character list. I mainly wanted to include some fun pictures of the five-person master-and-disciple group. The setup features the characters and their little home!
Theme: No matter what difficulties we encounter, we should live on with strength!
Reminder
I am a book-loving person who enjoys reading your writings as if he were walking on a mountain trail and suddenly encountering a wonderland. The first chapter is like a rushing torrent, suddenly breaking off a thousand-foot cliff - my heart is hanging in the air, burning with anxiety, like a hungry and thirsty guest who suddenly smells the aroma of wine and his cup is empty!
As a result, I was tossing and turning and had trouble sleeping every night. The screen light is scorching, and the withered intestines are hungry for kisses; the fingers and claws are tapping frequently, and the sound is even louder. Sometimes, while sleeping on the bed, one can see the twists and turns of the story in one's dreams; or when one reads another scroll forcefully, the words become the phantom of a continuation of the gentleman's writing. I explore the window and gaze at the stars every day, fearing that I will miss the update date; I always sigh while caressing my scroll, like a monk sitting withered. Prince Youxue visited Dai at night and took advantage of the excitement; now we go according to the rules and return home safely?
Is there an unopened volume on the side of Mr. Fu Wei's case? Please move the jade tube, continue the ink marks, and quickly quench this hanging thirst. Literary thought is like the running water of a spring stream, don't let it stagnate; we are like waiting for the rain, fearing that it will dry up - I hope to take a bath in the spring breeze again, wash away the dry intestines and kiss the ears!
I don't understand how he died.
Catching insects is a great pleasure
Welcome to the return of the teacher and his successful recovery?
Suddenly I want to memorize a song about the hut being destroyed by the autumn wind
Squatting update wwww
Reminder I am a book-loving person who enjoys reading your writings as if he were walking on a mountain trail and suddenly encountering a wonderland. The first chapter is like a rushing torrent, suddenly breaking off a thousand-foot cliff - my heart is hanging in the air, burning with anxiety, like a hungry and thirsty guest who suddenly smells the aroma of wine and his cup is empty! As a result, I was tossing and turning and had trouble sleeping every night. The screen light is scorching, and the withered intestines are hungry for kisses; the fingers and claws are tapping frequently, and the sound is even louder. Sometimes, while sleeping on the bed, one can see the twists and turns of the story in one's dreams; or when one reads another scroll forcefully, the words become the phantom of a continuation of the gentleman's writing. I explore the window and gaze at the stars every day, fearing that I will miss the update date; I always sigh while caressing my scroll, like a monk sitting withered. Prince Youxue visited Dai at night and took advantage of the excitement; now we go according to the rules and return home safely? Is there an unopened volume on the side of Mr. Fu Wei's case? Please move the jade tube, continue the ink marks, and quickly quench this hanging thirst. Literary thought is like the running water of a spring stream, don't let it stagnate; we are like waiting for the rain, fearing that it will dry up - I hope to take a bath in the spring breeze again, wash away the dry intestines and kiss the ears!
I don't understand how he died.
Catching insects is a great pleasure
Welcome to the return of the teacher and his successful recovery?
Suddenly I want to memorize a song about the hut being destroyed by the autumn wind
Welcome back, catch the teacher
When will it be updated? !
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Yi Qianji: I really know how to thank you. I came to see Yu Chengfeng simply because I wanted to cure facial paralysis. Rumors stop with wise men.