My Junior Sister Trains Like Crazy to Save a Hopeless Romantic

Ye Zhiyao transmigrates into a cultivation novel as a lovestruck supporting female character. Her original self neglects cultivation and does nothing but shower the male lead with affection, only to have her throat slit by the possessive female lead and her body left in the wilderness. Unwilling to be tortured to death, Ye Zhiyao leaves for the Green Lotus Sect. She throws herself into cultivation, because only by becoming powerful can she recklessly court death. She never expected that all her senior brothers would be lovestruck too, each eager to shower the female lead with affection. Ye Zhiyao refuses to believe she can’t cure them of it. Her eldest senior brother is the classic aloof heartthrob, gentle only with the female lead. After Ye Zhiyao arrives, he’s no longer aloof. He turns into a nagging mother hen, supervising her cultivation every day. Eldest Senior Brother: “Little Junior Sister, what level of cultivation have you reached?” Ye Zhiyao: “I’m working on it, I’m working on it. Give me a few more days and I’ll break through another level.” The female lead helps her second senior brother conceal his noble fox bloodline, so he’s endlessly grateful to her and gives her all sorts of treasures as if they cost nothing. Ye Zhiyao takes him to the demon realm. “Want to rule the demon realm with me and become their king?” Second Senior Brother: “?! Is that not a little too crazy?” Her third senior brother is an alchemy fanatic. The female lead saves his life during an expedition, and from then on he becomes her personal alchemist. Ye Zhiyao: “Take me along on your next expedition! I’m super strong. No demon or monster is getting anywhere near my third senior brother!” Her fourth senior brother falls for the female lead, loves her in vain, and falls into demonic ways, trying to take her by force. In the end, the male lead beats him until his soul is scattered. Ye Zhiyao: “Don’t try to take her by force. Look at me instead.” Fourth Senior Brother: “…”