The Entire Sect Is My Secret Identity

Mu Qingyi belonged to the sect most envied by the entire cultivation world. She never studied or trained, and spent all day slacking off, yet nobody said a word against her. Instead, everyone doted on her.

Her master was an elder of the sect, and let her take whatever resources she wanted without complaint.

Her senior sister was the sect's heir, and spent lavishly on rare treasures just to strengthen her cultivation.

Her senior brother was the sect's foremost disciple. He teamed up with her in secret realms, took injuries for her time and again, and never stopped her from meditating.

Even her junior brothers and sisters spoiled her, eagerly bringing her anything good they found, as if they were under a spell.

The Buddhist cultivators sensed something was wrong. After casting a divination, they discovered that all their fates were bound to the insatiably greedy Mu Qingyi.

If she died, everyone would die. But if anyone else died, Mu Qingyi would still be just fine.

Unable to bear seeing the sect deceived, the Buddhist cultivators told them the truth. To their surprise, everyone glared at them in anger.

Master: "So what if my youngest disciple is a little lazy? I want to keep an eye on her. What's wrong with that?"

Senior sister: "So what if my junior sister is a little poor? I want to support her. What's wrong with that?"

Senior brother: "So what if my junior sister is a little weak? I want to protect her. What's wrong with that?"

Junior brothers and sisters: "So what if our senior sister is a little useless?!"

Everyone said in unison: "Are you feeding us? What business is it of yours?!"

Buddhist cultivators: "...There's no saving them."

The entire cultivation world thought Mu Qingyi had hit the jackpot. In reality, Mu Qingyi threw her head back and howled: "Why is only my cultivation considered cultivation?! I have so many secret identities. Can't I just use another one to train?!"

Everyone in the sect, young and old, male and female, spoke with one voice: "No! I want to dote on (and push) myself!"

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Later, the Yiqing Sect was targeted by the demon world, and her fellow disciples were wiped out one after another.

Yet Mu Qingyi seemed reborn, and her cultivation skyrocketed!

The most terrifying part was that every time she lost a fellow disciple, her combat power grew stronger.

In the end, the demon world couldn't defeat her even if they all joined forces.

The Buddhist cultivators shook their heads and sighed, lamenting that Mu Qingyi had realized her mistake too late.

Mu Qingyi, however, pounded the ground.

"If I'd known this was how to advance my cultivation, why did I work so hard?! I should've sacrificed a few secret identities sooner!"

From then on, Mu Qingyi fell in love with the joy of tearing her secret identities apart.

The Buddhist cultivators began telling everyone that Mu Qingyi had gone mad.

She'd already slaughtered one batch of doubles in a frenzy, but that wasn't enough. She kidnapped another batch from who knew where, dressed them up to look like the old Yiqing Sect, and said with a smile full of bloody tears:

"It's okay if you don't look like them.

You'll look like them next time.

I promise you'll look even more like them."

Also known as "I Opened a Funeral Parlor in the Cultivation World" and "Tearing Off Secret Identities, But Getting Stronger"

The heroine does nothing morally wrong in reality! The secret identities she tears apart are her own. She can create new ones, though they might look a little different. People in the cultivation world are very good at imagining things. I can't promise the blurb's events are entirely accurate. But sacrificing secret identities to the heavens really does bring boundless power :)

March 27. Screenshot saved.

Coming soon: "I Am the White Moonlight of All My Secret Identities"

Li Xin's original body had been dead for ten years. She could only stave off loneliness by acting through her secret identities, but she'd always longed to reclaim her original body.

Then one day, she felt her body. Her original self was alive!

Her secret identities sat bolt upright on their deathbeds, plotting to bring her original self to live with them. But after ten years of hard work, every one of her secret identities had become an important figure in their own sphere.

Secret identity number one was the commander of the First Military District, known as the Undying Guardian. Stern and humorless, she inspired fear.

Secret identity number two was the young chair of the Council of Elders, a bespectacled genius whose cunning bordered on the monstrous and who was ruthless to the core.

Secret identity number three was the leader of the rebels. Born a low-class citizen, she was backed by countless impoverished people and had become the undisputed ruler of the Lower District.

Secret identity number four was a promising marshal's student, indifferent to people but passionately devoted to flowers.

Secret identity number five was the highest-level contaminant. Whenever it appeared, the entire Ruins fell into turmoil.

The Ruins, the contaminants, and the rebels were known to be at odds with one another. Since they all needed the original self for emotional support, how could she make a convincing appearance and get everyone to see her as a person, not a contaminant?

Li Xin pondered. "Then maybe I'll play the role of a white moonlight who died young and came back?"

In the end, Li Xin's identity as a contaminant was exposed after all.

The Ruins wanted to drive Li Xin out.

But they saw the marshal in tears, the Council of Elders' chair acting like a madwoman, the rebel leader's army surrounding them, the marshal's student willing to defect to protect her, and the contaminant, who listened only to her and was now completely feral.

Trembling, they said, "How about... how about you come back after all?"

If she left, they were genuinely afraid the Ruins would be destroyed!

Li Xin's perspective: My secret identities are so good to me ^^

Everyone else's perspective: Our marshal/chair/leader/commander/boss has been lonely all these years. Now their white moonlight has finally returned, only to be snatched away by another district. Can we tolerate that?! We have to take her back!

August 27. Saving this draft first. Ruins-and-contamination setting. Love polygon and chaotic rivalry. The heroine is a white moonlight who died young. There will be a little angst.

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