There's a saying in the cultivation world:
The eldest senior brother thrives in good times, the second senior sister shines in adversity, and the green-tea junior sister is the one to rely on in a desperate situation.
That is, until the various immortal sects joined forces with the demon realm and stormed the mountain.
The disciples were utterly defeated. Even the frail junior sister collapsed in a pool of blood after fighting with all her might.
Then their third senior brother, who never fought and loved picking up junk, came panting up the mountain.
He pulled rare spirit herbs from a ragged sack and stuffed them into their mouths.
He tossed spirit swords forged from black iron onto the ground with a clatter.
The plump little chicks he'd raised in the backyard transformed into fire phoenixes, setting half the sky ablaze...
Seeing the horrified looks on his fellow disciples' faces, the third senior brother ducked behind the Sect-Suppressing Stone and kept his head down.
“You bastards dared to trample my vegetable garden! Beat them to death and use them for fertilizer!”
