They All Call Me Their Little Ancestor

[My upcoming works in the author's column, "The Senior Sister Next Door Keeps Reloading Her Save" and "After I Lost My Memory, My Disciples Could All Hear My Thoughts," are eagerly awaiting readers.] [Blurb:] Wenling Sect has a little ancestor who woke up after sleeping for ten thousand years. She hugs her books and looks like a diligent student, but her questions, which always miss the point, are enough to make her instructors roll their eyes. She can awaken a legendary greatsword taller than herself from the Sword Mound, yet she keeps thinking about tossing the treasure aside for a cooler-looking sword. She holds the highest position in Wenling Sect, but goes around in a secret identity, living a peaceful life alongside her new friends as if she were one of them. She'll veer off course the moment she sees delicious food, forget her original goal when she spots something fluffy, and be rooted to the spot by a handsome face. Every day, something or other hits her right in the heart, and her curiosity could circle Wenling Sect three hundred times over. And yet, ten thousand years ago, she was the one who accompanied Wenling Sect's founding ancestor as he swept through the cultivation world, established a sect, and rose to the very top. At the final moment of the war between immortals and demons, she sealed the demon with her own body, her soul scattering into nothing. She became the deepest wound in the ancestor's heart. He remained in the mortal realm for thousands of years before overcoming the tribulation of his unattainable beloved and ascending to immortality. Wen Yu: I don't believe it. There's no way I got the script of a cannon-fodder, unattainable beloved. Her friends: Actually, we don't believe it either. Only when reincarnation began, the boundaries of time and space broke down, and the truth gradually came to light did Wen Yu realize that her arrival had long been written into the story of fate. The founding ancestor, who never gets a chance to appear: The "Wen" in Wenling Sect is the same "Wen" as in Wen Yu. The senior brother, all bark and a soft heart, silently guarding her: You are Wenling Sect's most precious treasure, and the one I will protect for the rest of my life. The great demon, exasperated by her inability to live up to her potential: The ancestor brought you back to life so you could save the Cangyuan Realm, not sacrifice yourself for it all over again! The Abyssal demon clan, impatient to steal the spotlight: Little Ancestor, the answer you want is right here with me. Wen Yu: You almost had me convinced. Later, the Demon-Sealing Mark was on the verge of shattering, the Demon Abyss stirred restlessly, demons infiltrated everywhere, and even the demon beasts watched with covetous eyes. The Stairway to Heaven had long since vanished, leaving no hope of ascension. Wen Yu, finally holding the right script: Wait, I know this plot! Leave it to me. I really can do it! [I thought I had the script of a cannon-fodder, unattainable beloved. They said it was the adored-by-everyone script. Only later did I learn that I had the script of a female protagonist who conquers all.] [Upcoming work No. 1 in the author's column]: "After I Lost My Memory, My Disciples Could All Hear My Thoughts" is waiting eagerly for readers. Fairy Linxi of Wentian Sect has lost her memory again. This time, she's even forgotten that she's the sect's strongest sword immortal. She can fall off a mountain while flying on her sword, and can't tell an immortal herb from a poisonous one. She nearly reaches the point where she can't care for herself. The other immortals: At least she has a few good disciples. They're filial and can look after her in her old age. Feng Linxi, who had just transmigrated and was still adjusting to her new identity, looked at her several "good" disciples and felt that her future life would be like the surface of the moon: nothing but craters. She had no idea what standards her predecessor had used to choose her disciples, or how she had managed to pick these "children of destiny" so precisely. Her eldest disciple is born with a sword bone, handsome, strong, and tragic. Everyone who gets close to him becomes unfortunate. In the end, he's abandoned by all and develops a heart demon before perishing along with the world. Feng Linxi: [My greatest misfortune is probably seeing that slim waist and those abs and not getting a chance to touch them...] Eldest disciple: ??? [Honestly, if that's enough to give him a heart demon and make him destroy himself, this kid's not very resilient. Instead of turning all that stress inward, he should take it out on other people. They're the ones who'll be unlucky, so what does he care?] Eldest disciple: ... Her second disciple is a half-demon, whose cultivation is difficult. He's an outcast among the other disciples, with a solitary personality. His greatest wish in life is to remove his demon bones and blood and become fully human, but everything goes wrong. He eventually becomes the Demon King and starts a war between the demon clan and humanity. Feng Linxi: [Those fluffy ears and that fluffy tail... Am I allowed to have these? A fluff enthusiast like me can't take this! I wonder how impressive he'd look in his true form!] Second disciple: ??? [What's so great about being human? Those people just have no taste. They have no idea how good-looking this kid is! And he knows those demons are treating him like a tool, but he'll give up his life for a little fake kindness. Why pick on a kid who's so starved for affection?] Second disciple: ... Her third disciple has a shapely figure and breathtaking looks, but a fiery temperament and no tolerance for the slightest injustice. She's long been misunderstood and unfairly maligned, yet she's willing to plunge into the Demon Abyss and suffer eternal damnation for her two-faced "best friend." Feng Linxi: [That waist! Those legs! And... *slurp*... that devastating beauty that could split the sky! Do people in the cultivation world eat this well?] Third disciple: ??? [She's just a little foolish. It's not her fault she's beautiful, so why does she feel insecure about her looks? Her beauty is absolute justice! And she has terrible taste in friends. What kind of friend is that? A toxic friend! She must never have had anyone treat her well before, if she thinks that girl is being kind to her!] Third disciple: ... And, wow, her fourth disciple is a promising cultivator with a born demon body, while her fifth has a spotless body and a connection to Buddhism... [With the makeup of this sect, they could start several world wars.] Disciples: ... The disciples discovered that after their master's latest bout of amnesia, all they had to do was get a little close to her to hear the thoughts hidden beneath her cool, otherworldly appearance, thoughts that turned their lives upside down. They weren't exactly eager to hear them... Feng Linxi: I haven't even done anything. Why are my disciples looking at me so strangely? The other immortals: You may not have done anything, but your disciples are about to pound this whole world flat. Disciples: When we don't want to stay home and hear Master's thoughts, we can only go out and flatten the "craters" she hates most. In this broken world, who is the one patching things up? Theme: Someone will always come along to protect the beauty in this world.