My Green-Tea Junior Brother, What a Thrill!

In the eighteenth year after transmigrating into the world of cultivation, my entire family was murdered by a demonic cultivator. Possessing a mixed spiritual root that made cultivation nearly impossible, I thought revenge was hopeless. But then, my senior sister suddenly said, "The demonic cultivator also has his reasons. Why can't you try to forgive him?" Hearing this, I was first stunned. Then it dawned on me! So this is a pseudo-human world! Why didn't you say so earlier?! I quickly grabbed my senior sister's sleeve and shouted, "Senior sister, how could you steal my Foundation Establishment Pill?!" Upon hearing this, the disciples who had been chatting amongst themselves all turned to look at me.