A Family of Rebels: The Junior Sister's Words Cut Deeper Than Her Blades

【Romance + nontraditional cultivation + somewhat of an ensemble cast】 【Crazy, sharp-tongued, ridiculous workaholic and true big shot Song Lanxi × sickly, scheming, ruthless hypocrite Gong Lixian】 Song Lanxi transmigrated. In the space of a breath, she went from a big shot with countless secret identities to an insignificant extra who appeared only once. When her master whipped her for failing to bow to him in her original body's place, Song Lanxi said, “...My native language is speechless.” She was ready to lie flat and give up, but a voice told her that she could return to the modern world if she saved all living beings. To save the world faster, she accepted an enthusiastic invitation from a disciple of Xuanjiu Sect and joined the sect ranked dead last, where she became an old slacker. She hadn't expected everyone here to be so competitive. Her four senior brothers gave her no chance to catch her breath, pushing her to cultivate at every turn. With a taciturn eldest senior brother, a second senior brother who was a master at roasting people, a gentle and refined third senior brother, and an innocent, ridiculous fourth senior brother, Song Lanxi had no choice but to get up early and work herself to the bone cultivating. Under her senior brothers' relentless pressure, she was driven from an insignificant extra into a major figure. * The arrogant male lead suffered severe psychological trauma; The universally adored female lead also discovered how detestable being a homewrecker could be; As the plot gradually fell apart, Song Lanxi smiled faintly. “This person is dead. Burn some joss paper if you need anything.” * In the dead of night, strange voices would occasionally sound in the young woman's ear. They seemed to be a young man's whispers. May I paint the whole world with my brush, and grant you a lifetime of splendor. Fortunate am I to have met your peach-blossom face; from then on, every road is warmed by spring. Just as when she first met the young man, the words he had written were “Words cannot carry the longing in my heart; I pour every feeling onto the page. Our youth could never return, and whether we meet or part is beyond my control.”