[A white moonlight love interest with a massive celebrity image problem and secret identities everywhere + a good guy who gets forced to take the blame, can't recognize faces but can read people]
A hardcore gaming addict and secret identity enthusiast, Ying Jingshu, pulls an all-nighter playing a dungeon and dies. He transmigrates to the cultivation world with all his flashy high-level and alt accounts from the game!
Secret identities and character personas fly together, as do pretentious posturing and goofy antics!
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The eldest disciple of Wanmo Pavilion takes one look at the Flower-Breaking Sword Immortal who once invited the sea and pacified the plains, and falls for him at first sight.
Ying Jingshu: "Hello, that's me."
The young lord of Qianshan Blade Ridge falls in love at first sight with the swordsman who cleaved a mountain beneath the moon.
Ying Jingshu: "Hello, that's me."
The ancestor of the Demon City can't forget the compassionate white-robed healer immortal he once saw.
Ying Jingshu: "Hello, it's still me."
The blind diviner who glimpses the countless blessings and calamities of all living beings, the master craftsman who holds the fate of three thousand three hundred mechanisms in his hands, the refined zither cultivator who plucks the strings to guide a hundred ghosts through the netherworld...
Ying Jingshu smiles. "Hello, it's all me."
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A hundred years ago.
The sky split open above the Fallen Immortal Abyss, and all living things suffered. Mighty figures from every faction journeyed there and gave their lives to mend the heavens, helping all living beings survive an apocalyptic calamity.
When the sky falls, someone tall has to hold it up. Ying Jingshu, wearing the secret identities of several mighty figures, went alone to the Fallen Immortal Abyss, sealed the rift in the sky, and died once again. All that remained was a tragic legend in the cultivation world: "All the immortals perished, and the whole world mourned."
A hundred years later.
Good news: Ying Jingshu has crawled back out again.
Bad news: All his main accounts are wiped out, leaving only the weak, pitiful, helpless beginner account he created at the very start.
And there's even worse news. Ever since all his secret identities died, rumors have spread everywhere, along with a skyful of romantic entanglements. They say the Pavilion Master of Wanmo has secluded himself from the world and painted an entire building full of portraits of the sword immortal. The ancestor of the Demon City has a whole hall of lookalikes, each resembling the white-robed healer immortal of old. The Blade Saint of Qianshan clutches a Soul-Calling Flower and has grown strange and volatile, traveling the world again to gather scattered souls...
Ying Jingshu, a lifelong bachelor for ten thousand years: "Me???"
A hundred years later, anyone who sees this sword-carrying youth, weak as an ant, feels as if they're meeting an old acquaintance. They stare at Ying Jingshu, lost in memories, their eyes full of a tenderness that could drown a person. Every mighty cultivator treats Ying Jingshu as the person they once longed for most, yet insists he's nothing but a substitute, with only the same appearance, and warns him not to hope for feelings he has no right to want.
Wait, what? A substitute romance where I'm my own substitute?!
Nurturing, deception, drugging, imprisonment, being a substitute, coercion--ah, no, not that one! Even good-natured Ying Jingshu can't take it anymore. He runs... and they chase! Ying Jingshu is trapped with nowhere to run--wait, did he actually get away?!
But why does the person who saved him look so familiar?
Isn't that He Feitu, his archenemy from a hundred years ago, who found every one of his secret identities especially irritating?
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He Feitu, eldest disciple of the Sword Sect, became a sword saint in his youth and comprehended the Dao through his own body as a young man. He's a sword cultivator of unparalleled talent, the first in the cultivation world in a hundred years. On the outside, he's a cold and stern sword master. Inside, he's severely face-blind, relying on his sharp powers of observation to recognize people by their habits and movements. No one has ever noticed anything unusual.
Until one day, he meets someone.
The sword immortal is him. The Blade Saint is him? The healer immortal, how is that him too? The diviner, the master craftsman, the zither cultivator... Why is it still him?!
Ying Jingshu: "Immortal Lord! It's our first meeting, but I feel like we've known each other forever!"
He Feitu: "..."
Thanks. I may be face-blind, but I'm not blind!
This story, told from the male lead's perspective as he takes the blame, is also known as: "My Future Dao Partner Gives Me the 'You're a Good Person' Card Every Day," "I 'Forcefully' Took Back an Ancestor," and "Everyone Says My Dao Partner and I Are Enemies."
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May the goddess be safe and sound, and may the world be astonished.
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The author's own cover isn't finished yet, but it's up for now.
Content Warnings:
1. The love interest tends to attract everyone's attention, but through the author's own-mother filter, he's worth it!
2. One-on-one romance. The male lead is a good boy. No gender-swapping, no breaking them up, and no investing in other pairings.
3. Ensemble cast. I refuse to give up on ensemble casts even if it kills me. I'm doomed. I've caught the ensemble-cast bug.
Theme: Life is a play, and acting is everything
