After I Lost My Memory, My Disciples Could All Hear My Thoughts

[First Draft of Blurb, 2025.6.2]

Lin Xian, the Fairy of Wen Tian Sect, has lost her memory again. This time, she has even forgotten that she is the sect's strongest sword immortal.

She can fall off a mountain while flying on her sword, and she can't tell immortal herbs from poisonous plants. She nearly reaches the point where she can't take care of herself.

The other immortals: At least she has a few good disciples. They're filial, so she'll be taken care of in her old age.

Feng Linxi has just transmigrated and is still getting used to her new identity. Looking at the few "good" disciples under her, she can only think that her future life will be like the surface of the moon: nothing but craters.

She has no idea what standards her predecessor used to choose disciples, or how she managed to pick out all these "chosen ones" so precisely.

Her eldest disciple has a naturally formed sword bone and is handsome, strong, and tragic. Everyone who gets close to him is doomed to misfortune. In the end, he is abandoned by everyone, develops a heart demon, and perishes along with the world.

Feng Linxi: [My greatest misfortune is probably seeing that slim waist and those abs, but never getting to touch them...]

Eldest disciple: ???

[Honestly, if this is enough to give him a heart demon and make him ruin himself, this kid really can't handle much. Instead of turning on himself, he should take it out on other people. If other people are the ones who suffer, what does he care?]

Eldest disciple: ...

Her second disciple is a half-demon who struggles to cultivate and doesn't fit in with the other disciples. He's withdrawn, and his greatest wish is to remove his demon bones and blood and become fully human. But everything goes wrong, and he eventually becomes a great Demon King, leading the demon race into war against humanity.

Feng Linxi: [Those fluffy ears and that fluffy tail... Am I allowed to have them too? I can't resist anything fluffy! I wonder how cool he'd look in his true form!]

Second disciple: ???

[What's so great about being human? Those people just have no taste. They have no idea how good-looking this kid is! And he knows those demons are treating him like a tool, yet he'd give up his life for a little fake kindness. Why pick on a kid who's starved for affection?]

Second disciple: ...

Her third disciple has a curvy figure and stunning looks, but she's fierce-tempered and can't stand the slightest injustice. People misunderstand her all the time and ruin her reputation, yet she's willing to fall into the Abyss of Demons for her two-faced "bestie," dooming herself forever.

Feng Linxi: [That waist! Those legs! That... slurp. A face so devastatingly beautiful it could split the heavens! Do people in the cultivation world really eat this well?]

Third disciple: ???

[She's just a little stupid. It's not her fault she's beautiful, so why feel inferior because of her looks? Her beauty is absolute justice! And she has terrible taste in friends. What kind of bestie is that? A best-foe! She's downright toxic! She must have never had anything good before, if she thinks that girl is treating her well!]

Third disciple: ...

And that's not all. Her fourth disciple is a promising cultivator with a natural demonic body, while her fifth has a flawless body and a connection to Buddhism...

[Just looking at the makeup of this sect is enough to start several world wars.]

Disciples: ...

The disciples discover that ever since their master lost her memory, all they have to do is get a little close to her to hear the thoughts hidden beneath her cool, celestial exterior, thoughts that turn their lives upside down.

It's not that they particularly want to hear them...

Feng Linxi: I haven't even done anything. Why are my disciples looking at me so strangely?

The other immortals: You may not have done anything, but your disciples are about to flatten the whole world.

Disciples: When we don't want to stay home listening to Master's thoughts, we can only go outside and flatten the "craters" she hates most.

This world is falling apart. Who on earth is patching it back together?

Theme: Everyone has a place where they belong, and everyone can make their own life shine.