You've Got to Be Kidding! You Call This Soft and Adorable Junior Sister?

[Metaphysics + goofy comedy + invincible + doted on by everyone + wish fulfillment]

Lin Youyou grew up at a mountain temple, cherished by her master and seven senior brothers.

When she turned twenty, her master said her destined match had arrived, then kicked her down the mountain.

Before she left, her master warned her over and over: People down the mountain are treacherous, and there are all kinds of demons and monsters. Always try to resolve things peacefully, and never resort to force.

Lin Youyou nodded obediently. “Got it, Master!”

On her first day down the mountain, she ran into a malicious ghost pretending to be injured for money. Remembering her master’s advice, she tried reasoning with it, but that didn’t work, so she punched it and sent its soul scattering into oblivion.

Lin Youyou: Σ( ° △ °|||)︴ I think I might’ve hit it a little too hard.

On her second day down the mountain, she found a wealthy tycoon haunted by a ghost king. Lin Youyou pulled out her peachwood sword... and used it like a fire poker, grabbing the ghost king by the horns and swinging it around until it was dizzy and dazed.

Lin Youyou: “See? I didn’t use force. I used physics.”

Soon, every ghost in the city knew that the cute, soft-looking girl from the Lin family was a violent maniac capable of tearing ghost kings apart with her bare hands.

As for the destined match she was looking for, the frail tycoon rumored not to live past twenty-five was sitting in his wheelchair, watching her punch ghosts one after another and silently rubbing his forehead. “I must be seeing things. My future wife seems a little... off.”

Her seven senior brothers also came down the mountain one after another. “Who dares bully our little junior sister?”

The eldest senior brother, a financial tycoon: “Here’s a hundred million. Leave my junior sister.”

The second senior brother, a top-tier star: “You dare slander my junior sister? I’m sending you a lawyer’s letter!”

The third senior brother, a genius doctor: “Who’s sick? Oh, it’s a ghost. Should I use a chainsaw or a scalpel?”