I was the last Demon Venerable in the cultivation world, but after being reborn, I became the weakest junior sister in an immortal sect.
In my previous life, I turned the Three Realms upside down. In this life, I just want to lie flat.
But as I watched the drama unfold, everyone in the sect suddenly started hearing my thoughts.
As my aloof senior brother practiced his swordsmanship, I munched on melon seeds and thought: [That move has a huge flaw. When I used it to slaughter a city back then, ]
His sword tip trembled, and he immediately improved the technique.
As my gentle second senior sister refined pills, I crunched on a spirit fruit and grumbled: [The heat is three breaths off. If someone eats these pills, won't they turn into an idiot?]
She quietly adjusted the flame beneath her cauldron.
Even the Grand Elder, who was in seclusion, made an exception and emerged, eyes red as he asked me: [That tune you were humming just now... where did you hear it?]
I was so startled that a fruit pit got stuck in my throat.
Wait, I'm just a lazy junior sister who wants to lie flat!
Why does everyone in the sect look at me as if I'm their long-lost great-grandancestor?
