My Sword Spirit Came Back Wearing a Secret Identity

An unbeatable boozehound, a lucky charm who gets rich, a master healer, a laid-back natural talent...

The whole sect knows her trending labels. She powers her way through every challenge and rockets straight to the top.

However,

Strip away all those labels, and she’s just an ordinary girl with zero spiritual power, an overactive imagination, and a habit of getting dead drunk on the wine she brews. She’s had a rough life, lost her parents young, and her only sort-of golden finger is a faint sensitivity to sword qi.

If the hardware falls short, she makes up for it with brains.

She storms a mountain manor alone, outsmarts a two-faced schemer, and clears every hurdle, no matter how tough.

Just when she’s about to succeed in finding a master, a block of stinking ice secretly snatches the chance away from her?!

Him: Now that you’ve entered my sect and slept in my bed, whether you can leave is up to me.

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

Him: You never said you didn’t want to.

Her: …

She can’t outdo him at shamelessness, so she goes straight to punching him!

Blazing inferno versus icy frost...

Huh?

Why am I wearing a secret identity too?

[High-energy sweet romance x older man’s devoted love x a little angst for flavor]