[No CP, lightly ensemble-focused, full of fun references and easygoing humor, absurd cultivation]
After an unexpected transmigration, Ning Shuyue thought she had arrived in an ordinary ancient world, only to be taken off to cultivate immortality.
As a modern person, who wouldn't want to fly on a sword and roam the world? Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to cultivation. She was absolutely going to cultivate!
But reality rarely matches the ideal. The sect she joined seemed rather eccentric, unbelievably poor, and had directly assigned her the job of keeping the family fed?
The family: Taiqiong Sect
The kids: five
The eldest senior sister, a disciple of the Taiqiong Sect's 108th generation, was warmhearted but astonishingly strong. When the sect ran out of food, she would go straight to the neighboring sect's granary and take some. Don't ask. It was practically theirs.
The taciturn but secretly flirtatious second senior brother wrote all kinds of forced-love novels in the cultivation world. His pen name was Locking My Heart, Yet his work kept getting banned for being too provocative, leaving him with hardly any royalties.
The sunny, cheerful third senior brother wanted to earn some household money selling talismans, but ended up paying out of pocket for materials. Later, he started cutting corners, and his talismans grew stranger and stranger.
The gentle and tender fourth senior sister could punch a boulder to pieces. She was pretty good at alchemy, too: nine out of every ten batches turned into mutated poison pills, while the last one was comparable to a pile of manure.
The silly, pure-hearted little junior brother had unbelievably good luck. He had no great ambitions, just wanted to coast through life, find a spot, put down a bowl, lie on the ground, and wait for a windfall to fall from the sky.
Looking at the sect's mountain of debt, Ning Shuyue silently pulled out a huge sum of money.
This family would fall apart without her.
