When I Joined the Founding Sect, I Was Made to Cry by My Fellow Seniors.

This is a sad story about cultivating immortals I defected to a start-up sect with nothing but money, determined to spend my time living in retirement. I never expected that all the sect brothers would be ruthless people. Practicing hard work, refining elixirs, and practicing swordsmanship, all day and night. I wanted to just lie down and survive, but I was rolled up by my senior brothers so much that I couldn't bear to die, and was forced to cultivate my skills all the way. "Let me go! I really don't want to practice!"