My Junior Sister Cried, and the Whole Sect Fell to Its Knees

I used to be the most dependable senior brother of the Xuantian Sword Sect, until I found a teary little junior sister in the back hills. Bai Mianmian looked like a rain-soaked kitten, but in reality she was a walking human powder keg. Wiping her tears could split the sword-testing stone; sneezing could flatten a mountaintop; even embroidering a mandarin-duck handkerchief could melt black iron into syrup. Third Junior Brother's ledger was about to explode from all the entries, yet Master pretended not to know and made me clean up after this little ancestor every day. It wasn't until the young lord of the Demon Cult came to snatch her that I realized: my junior sister's tears were deadly, but when she wasn't crying, she was invincible... I squatted in front of the stove, rummaging around