The Wacky Junior Sister Is Back to Selling Golden Pills at Her Stall

[Ridiculous + serious + beloved heroine + ensemble cast + no romance]

Yan Zhao inherited her father’s business. On her first tomb-robbing job, she transmigrated into a novel as a cannon-fodder character with the same name, right in the middle of her master forcibly digging out her core.

To save her own sorry life, Yan Zhao stabbed her master in the back, emptied the treasure pavilion, and happily headed down the mountain.

She planned to join some new sect and enjoy retirement, only to discover that several of her senior brothers were also suck-ups to the heroine in the book. Yan Zhao said, “Don’t panic. One copy of The White Lotus Phrasebook for each of you. I’ll protect my senior brothers.”

Her eldest senior brother was an unparalleled workaholic who pushed himself harder than anyone. After meeting the heroine, he dug out his heart and core for her, only to eventually die by her sword.

Yan Zhao: “Workaholics never have happy endings. Slacking off is the only way. Senior Brother, want to slack off together?”

Her second senior brother was a genius artifact crafter with the bloodline of an ancient divine beast. In the end, the heroine drained his blood until he died.

Yan Zhao: “An ancient bloodline means you’re a child of the Heavenly Dao. Senior Brother, cut yourself off from love and desire, and you’ll be the next to ascend.”

Her third senior brother was descended from both humans and demons. He cultivated at incredible speed, but the heroine killed him without leaving a trace of his bones, all in the name of upholding righteousness.

Yan Zhao: “A mixed bloodline really is powerful. Senior Brother, ever considered becoming the ruler of the demon realm?”

Her youngest senior brother was born with a sword bone, and his every swing carried sword intent. But he was so infatuated with the heroine that his sword heart shattered. He went berserk and died.

Yan Zhao: “As the saying goes, no sword jerk deserves love. So, Senior Brother, keep swinging your sword a thousand more times.”