Senior Sister, She Is Both a Foodie and a Picker of Rags.

There is a rumor in the world of immortality: Senior brother in good times, second senior sister in bad times, and green tea junior sister in desperate times. Until the various families of the Immortal Sect united with the Demon Realm to attack the mountain. All the disciples were defeated miserably, and even the delicate junior sister fell into a pool of blood with all her strength. The third senior sister who never fights and likes to pick up rags ran up the mountain huffing and puffing. He took out the rare spiritual grass from the torn sack and stuffed it into their mouths. The spiritual sword made of black iron was thrown to the ground with a clatter. The little fat chickens she kept in the backyard turned into fire phoenixes and dyed half of the sky red... Seeing the horrified looks in the eyes of all the fellow apprentices, the third senior sister hunkered down behind the Zongzong Stone. "You bastards dare to step on my vegetable garden! Kill them for making fertilizer for me!"