After I Got a Buzz Cut, the Whole Sect Fell for Me

I'm a spear cultivator, and the junior sister of my sect.

I have a mutated lightning-type Heavenly Spirit Root, and my fire-tipped spear has defeated everyone in the sect.

I'm popular, beautiful as a flower,

and the unattainable cinnabar mole of every male disciple in the sect.

Three days ago, when Master emerged from seclusion, he brought out a beauty. She looked a lot like me. Though she was a sword cultivator, her skills seemed better suited to a healer. She could make plants grow, and her skin was so tender that the slightest touch made her cry.

That day, I learned I was a substitute. This beauty was the real junior sister, Master's white moonlight.

Everyone in the sect was looking forward to watching us fight over him.

I thought it over, then snuck out that night and got a buzz cut.

As a result, the next day, no hair-pulling fight broke out. But I went from being the unattainable cinnabar mole of every male disciple in the sect to being the unattainable cinnabar mole of everyone in the sect.

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Theme: When a woman gets cool, men don't matter.