I Crush the Cultivation World with My Secret Identities

[The author extensively revised the entire novel once. The author guarantees the completeness of the legitimate version published on Jinjiang, but takes no responsibility for chapters on pirate sites.] On the first day after transmigrating, Mei Yongxue found herself in a dire situation: she was in the Corpse Controlling Sect. The bad news: her fellow disciples were all ruthless and steeped in corpse energy, leaving Mei Yongxue to dig her way to survival. The good news: she found a cultivation technique that let her create an external avatar in exchange for “sacrificing a complete part of her body.” So Mei Yongxue first sacrificed her entire appendix and gained secret identity number one. Then she sacrificed two decayed wisdom teeth and gained two more secret identities. And later… Mei Yongxue: One of my cells counts as “a complete part of my body,” right? * The human body sheds seventy billion cells a day. Mei Yongxue makes seven hundred secret identities a day. At last, one day, she became an entire top-tier sect in the cultivation world all by herself :) An elder of Chengyang Sect asked her in person, “Fellow Daoist, how did you build such a flourishing sect?” Mei Yongxue answered earnestly, “The whole sect must be united, all working together as one. Most important of all, you must take in seven hundred outstanding disciples every day who have no ulterior motives.” The elder: … Impossible. I’m out. A certain man surnamed Jiang, who was also fond of secret identities, had something to say about this. He would never forget the first time he visited: over three hundred Mei Yongxues all turned their heads in perfect unison to stare at him. My friend, do you call that a collection of secret identities? You’ve opened an entire costume shop! Blurb Two: Jiang Hengyun was the finest master of disguise in the cultivation world. He had once disguised himself as a gallant hero and hit it off at first sight with a cold, proud swordsman he had just met. Right there, he traded his thousand-gold fur coat for three jars of “Thousand-Day Drunk” and drank with him. He had also disguised himself as a frail scholar, watching the shifting flames of a campfire and quietly counting the raindrops falling from a cave roof, keeping watch through the night for the woman he secretly loved. And once, while disguised as a blind woman to investigate a case, he was kindly led by an old passerby all the way to a perilous, demon-haunted cavern. Then one day, Jiang Hengyun learned that the woman he secretly loved, the kindred spirit who understood him perfectly, and the white-bearded old man who had once helped him had all been forced to join a mysterious sect that had suddenly appeared from nowhere. Jiang Hengyun: “!!!” This is outrageous! Your sect has gone too far! That night, Jiang Hengyun disguised himself as a disciple of the sect and secretly snuck into a gathering of its disciples. The moment he slipped in, he saw every disciple turn to look at him, their expressions complicated as they pinpointed him precisely. Jiang Hengyun: “….” Afterward, Jiang Hengyun racked his brains: “How did they recognize me?” Mei Yongxue × N: “You put one kiwi in a box full of eggs. How did you think they’d recognize you?” Later… Jiang Hengyun: “What? The old man was you?” Jiang Hengyun: “What? My good buddy was you too?” Jiang Hengyun: “Phew… At least the only woman I ever secretly loved in my life was you too.” P.S. The kiwi among the eggs is from an old internet joke. Blurb captured on January 30, 2022. Coming soon: In the Future World, I’ll Rule Through Chinese Culture. See the announcement or the author’s page below. In this era, thoughts can be turned into power. Those with sufficiently powerful thoughts are known as Chosen Ones. If they call upon fire in their hearts, a wall of flames can surround a city for ten days and nights. If they imagine the wind, a hurricane that destroys homes can sweep across the plains. Xie Qingzhou woke up amid some ruins and found that the familiar world had been turned upside down. Historians called the era she had once lived in “the ancient land of China, now lost.” The people walking through the city-states now had hair in shades of lake blue, dark green, and pale pink, with eyes in every color imaginable. People like her, with black hair and black eyes, were all Godforsaken, unable to use the power of thought and despised as the lowest of the low. Xie Qingzhou: You’re saying I can’t use the power of thought? Are you serious? The land beneath her feet was the ancient homeland of China, and she was the only Chinese person in the world. The thoughts and will that her ancestors had left behind in history were all waiting for her to summon them. On her first day after transmigrating, faced with a slave-catching gang wielding nooses, Xie Qingzhou recited, “With each step, he slays a man; a thousand miles leave no trace,” and wiped out every slave trader. On her tenth day, Xie Qingzhou activated the allusion “Calling a deer a horse,” rode a great-antlered deer that transformed on the spot into a swift steed, and raced a hundred miles. On her hundredth day, Xie Qingzhou sighed at the river god’s followers who were hunting her down. “Let me tell you something. Ten thousand years ago, this river was called the Yellow River.” “Have you not seen the waters of the Yellow River descending from Heaven, rushing to the sea, never to return?” Come back, great Mother River, and give these later generations who don’t know how to control floods a powerful elbow to the ribs! During the god-slaying war that later generations praised, a god once asked Xie Qingzhou in terror: Was she a new god born from the thoughts of those black-haired slaves? Xie Qingzhou smiled and shook her head. Her power came not from divine revelation, but from civilization. Friends who come from afar are descendants of Yan and Huang. Theme: Good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil.