Shen Jinghong climbed out of her coffin without even brushing off the dust.
“No one came to visit for a hundred years? The people of Zhenyue Sect are a bunch of ungrateful wretches.”
As soon as she stepped outside, she caught her senior brother about to cripple his own cultivation for the woman he loved.
She slapped the woman flying. “Are you the senior brother, or the world’s biggest sucker?”
Her senior brother wept buckets and was punished by being sent to clean the latrines.
Later, when the woman returned with a new backer to beg for forgiveness, Shen Jinghong pulled up a chair. “Don’t rush. Let him put on his little act for a while longer.”
She climbed over the wall into the alchemy room, where her second senior sister was crying beside the furnace. “He said he’d marry me once he breaks through…”
Shen Jinghong picked up her diary. “Are you refining pills or writing love letters?”
Her second senior sister had an epiphany on the spot. “Men are just passing clouds.”
Later, she blew up the entire enemy camp with laxative pills, shouting as she went, “I didn’t do it on purpose!”
Passing through the spirit-herb garden, she found her third junior sister crying over a trampled herb.
Shen Jinghong casually brought it back to life, and her junior sister immediately latched onto her leg. “You’re the best, Little Martial Aunt!”
Later, before hitting someone, she always shouted, “I’m going to hit you now, okay?” By the time her opponent was done processing that, they were already flying through the air.
From then on, everything changed:
Her senior brother practiced his sword while yelling, “Women only slow down my sword hand!”
Her second senior sister blew out a window while making pills. “That bastard’s back again!”
Her third junior sister chased a butterfly into a ditch and was hauled out. “How old are you?”
Even worse, a man in black kept bringing her food every day from the shadows.
“Who are you?”
“Just a passerby.”
“Passersby bring me food every day?”
“You’re hungry.”
“…I’m not hungry.” (Her stomach growls)
