Cultivation Runs on Brute Force, and My Silly Junior Sister Is Way Too Arrogant

[I transmigrated into a book as a cannon-fodder junior sister and got bound to a gossip inner-voice System.]

[I'd thought I was doomed to follow a script that ended in a miserable death, but the powerful figures across the sect are all secretly listening to me gossip!]

[So a modern worker who only wanted to lie flat somehow forced an entire sect of villains to become the hardest-working cultivators in the cultivation world.]

As a worker whose mental state is hanging by a thread, I open my eyes and find myself transmigrated as the cannon-fodder junior sister of the foremost sect, doomed to die a gruesome death.

Worse, this place is practically a shelter for villains. Everyone is cannon fodder meant to pave the way for the chosen heroine, and every one of them meets a more miserable end than the last.

Faced with certain death, I decide to lie flat on the spot. I lounge around every day, listening to gossip and unleashing indiscriminate mental pollution.

My master is about to take the chosen heroine as his disciple.

I look respectful on the outside, but inside I'm going off: [Go on, take her! That sweet little fool will swindle you out of everything you own tomorrow night, down to your underwear, then hang you on the city wall to dry for a hundred days!]

My master shudders in terror and kicks the heroine out of the mountain gate that very night.

Passing the sword practice grounds: [Eldest Senior Brother, stop posing! Your fiancee is making out with the Demon Lord on your bonded spirit sword. Your sword bones are turning green and smoking!]

Passing the alchemy room: [Second Senior Sister, stop eating! That's pig feed you made! Eat any more and you'll explode on the spot!]

To stay alive, everyone in the sect perks up their ears to listen to me gossip every day, tearing up the script overnight and working like crazy to improve.

Then, when the immortal-demon war comes, the sect that was originally supposed to be destroyed beats the demons to a pulp.

I sigh as I munch on sunflower seeds, while even the Demon Lord clings to my leg and wails: "Ancestor, please stop saying so much in your head! You've stripped the entire demon realm down to its underwear!"