I Mistook the Patriarch for My Master, So I Gave Up

After transmigrating into a cultivation novel as the vicious female supporting character, Yun Xi planned to follow the plot step by step. Who could have guessed that on her very first day at the sect, she would mistake the founding ancestor, who had long since fallen in the original story, for a junior fellow disciple? Even more outrageous, the powerful expert cheerfully went along with it and even volunteered to be her personal “cultivation instructor.” During the sect tournament, she casually tossed out the little stone her “junior brother” had given her, and every magical treasure in the arena instantly crumbled to dust. The sect leader rose shakily from his seat on the dais. “Th-that’s my great-great-grandmaster’s life-bound magical treasure...” Yun Xi turned around and saw the “junior brother” lazily leaning against a tree. “Now do you know to be afraid?”