Feng Ying had a dream. In it, a malevolent spirit lurking in the cultivation world trampled her entire sect into the ground. Not a single one of her fellow disciples survived.
When she woke, Feng Ying looked at her sect full of hopeless romantics and fell into deep thought.
Her senior brother was elegant and dazzling. He practiced the Path of Ruthlessness, yet was dragged down to the mortal world and swept into a tragic romance with a demon sect enchantress.
Her second senior sister was stunningly beautiful. When Feng Ying found her, she was pinned against a wall by the waist and kissed by an obsessive senior brother from the neighboring sect.
Her junior brother had a wicked bone. Instead of focusing on cultivation, he hid in a corner, waiting for a passing junior sister from the Medicine Sect to save him.
With the day of the sect's destruction from her dream drawing ever closer, Feng Ying finally broke down. "Stop obsessing over romance, aaah! Our sect is doomed!"
To survive, Feng Ying had no choice but to take up her sword and begin cultivating. She trained from dawn till night, from spring's first growth to winter's quiet repose.
And then...
The Blood Sect's leader, who sucked the marrow from his victims, lost half his head to her sword and became a living tool for drawing out poisonous blood to heal wounds.
The Soul-Slaying Sword, which could kill gods and demons alike with a single strike, was beaten until it submitted to her on the spot.
The Forest of Mists, where no one who entered ever returned, was burned down and turned into a popular tourist destination.
She even rescued a frail senior brother who had been captured by the demon sect!
Overnight, the unremarkable junior sister of her sect became the goddess of the entire cultivation world!
With the day of the sect's destruction now right around the corner, Feng Ying nervously buried five tons of explosives beneath the sect, made countless hidden weapons, and gathered the major sects. Still uneasy, she called her fellow disciples together. "Maybe we should find somewhere to hide for a while, just in case?"
The other disciples: ???
So our junior sister is clearly ridiculously powerful. Why is she still so cautious?
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Fully prepared, Feng Ying was ready to fight the malevolent spirit to the death.
She waited and waited. Half a year went by, but no one showed up.
The "frail junior brother" propped his chin in his hand and gazed at Feng Ying, who was searching the mountains for ghosts. He murmured, "When will junior sister figure out that I'm the malevolent spirit?"
Feng Ying: ...Σ( ° △ °|||)︴
A pretentious, fake-frail demon lord who plays the fool and hides his strength x An invincible, powerful, and cautious junior sister
● Blurb is provisional. Lots of original worldbuilding and my own take on cultivation.
● An utterly silly comedy, just for fun~
★ Writing ahead~
Theme: Rely on yourself, not others!
After Failing to Win Over the Black Lotus Villain
After I Faked My Death, My Entire Sect Held a Funeral Pyre for Me
After the Sick Little Uncle Set His Sights on Me
The Top Student Is Making Me the Most Popular Girl in School
After Our Engagement Was Broken Off, the Demonic Cult Big Shot and I Switched Bodies
Transmigrated as the Villain's Wicked Sister-in-Law