My Sword Spirit Came Back Wearing a Secret Identity

An invincible drinker, a lucky charm who gets rich, a medical sage, a laid-back genius...

Everyone in the sect knows her popular labels. She breezes through life, soaring straight to the top.

However,

Tear away all those labels, and she's just an ordinary girl with zero spiritual power, a wildly imaginative mind, and a habit of occasionally drinking herself half to death on her own brew. Her life has been hard, her parents died young, and the only thing close to a golden finger is her faint ability to sense sword energy.

When the hardware falls short, make up for it with brains.

She ventures alone into the manor, outsmarts a scheming green tea, and overcomes one hurdle after another.

Just as she's about to succeed in becoming a disciple, a block of ice secretly swoops in and steals her away?!

He: Since you've joined my sect and slept in my bed, whether you leave is up to me.

She: Did you ask me? Did I agree to this?

He: You never said you didn't want to.

She: …

If she can't beat him at shamelessness, she'll just hit him!

Blazing inferno versus biting frost...

Huh?

Why am I still wearing a secret identity?

[Heart-pounding sweet romance x devoted older man x a little angst for flavor]