Reborn, I Spend Every Day Hiding My Secret Identity

| The bottom has a universally adored quality; everyone loves him |

| Reconciliation after a breakup; the top is a little wolf cub who will do anything, even terrible things, to win the bottom back |

| 1v1, happy ending, both are each other's first, with a mix of sweet and bitter |

Before Xie Chencang died, everyone cursed him. After his death, everyone celebrated. He was a hands-off master at Quechen Peak, with enemies everywhere and several disciples who turned out to be utter failures. He was practically the cultivation world's poster child for going against the grain.

But after he was reborn, he discovered...

His second disciple had attained the Dao and ascended to immortality, restoring his good name. A hundred years later, Xie Chencang had somehow become the cultivation world's beloved moonlight.

His youngest disciple had founded a sect and become its leader, honoring him as the sect's founding patriarch. His name was celebrated through the ages.

His eldest disciple had actually... actually dug up his grave, just to hold his remains. He killed without restraint and defied heaven itself, carrying a soul lamp through the cycle of reincarnation in all three realms in search of a fragment of his soul. He willingly kept watch at Quechen Peak through ten years of snow and wind, never before having waited for anyone so patiently and wholeheartedly.

Every day, Xie Chencang nervously faced his three disciples, afraid that one day his secret identity would be exposed, especially by his eldest disciple Yan Tingwu, who had gone mad for him and would not let him out of his sight.

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Yan Tingwu was born cruel, murderous, and ruthless, destined to be a lone star of ill fortune.

He killed his parents and slaughtered an immortal sect, living without restraint and despised by all, until Xie Chencang took him in as a disciple.

Only Xie Chencang smiled and asked him, "Would you like to come with me?"

Yan Tingwu thought he had seen a shaft of pure light.

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Xie Chencang had thought he would die at Yan Tingwu's hands. After all, Yan Tingwu was a fiend guilty of every evil, who had joined his sect by sheer chance. But on the day his secret identity was exposed, Yan Tingwu stood tall, eyes red, then dropped to one knee with a thud.

"Master, please, don't leave me again."

Xie Chencang, who had already prepared to flee on his sword, whipped around: ...??

Theme: Keeping your secret identity safe is the best strategy.