My Senior Sister Is Clumsy and Loves Picking Up Junk

There's a saying in the cultivation world: The eldest senior brother thrives in good times, the second senior sister shines in hard times, and the scheming youngest junior sister rules when all hope is lost. Then all the sects joined forces with the Demon Realm and attacked the mountain. The disciples were utterly defeated. Even the delicate youngest junior sister had fought until she collapsed in a pool of blood. The third senior sister, who never fought and loved scavenging for junk, came puffing and panting up the mountain. She pulled rare spirit herbs from a tattered sack and shoved them into everyone's mouths. She tossed spirit swords forged from black iron onto the ground with a clatter. The plump little chickens she'd raised in the backyard transformed into blazing phoenixes, dyeing half the sky red... Seeing the horrified looks on her fellow disciples' faces, the third senior sister ducked behind the sect's guardian stone and kept her head down. “Those bastards dared trample my vegetable garden! Beat them to death and use them for fertilizer!”