The Simple, Unassuming Life of a Second-Generation Cultivator

[Female lead, no CP] I transmigrated, and my father is a stubborn old bachelor who insists on living on a snowy mountain. Why do I call him a bachelor? Because I've never seen my mother, not once since I was born. People say she abandoned her husband and daughter. But my father says, "Don't listen to their nonsense. Your mother simply ascended." Yeah, right. If she really ascended, why has nobody ever worshipped her? You were definitely abandoned, and you dragged me down with you. Later, I heard that my mother ascended from this very snowy mountain, and that's why my father refused to take another step off it, becoming a stone statue gazing at his wife. There's an especially impressive sect at the foot of the mountain. They say it's the greatest sect in the world. When I turned eighteen, its sect leader climbed the mountain and greeted my father respectfully: "Grand Martial Ancestor." My father gazed at the sky and gave an impatient grunt. The sect leader then turned to me and said, "Greetings, Martial Aunt." I trembled with shock, utterly astonished, and then naturally began living the decadent life of a rich second-generation heir. But while I was busy living it up, a refined and noble male cultivator suddenly came to assassinate me, shouting that he would rid the cultivation world of evil. I hurriedly asked my disciples and grand-disciples, "What's going on?" The sect leader's young disciple subdued him with a grappling move, tied him into an alluring pose, and presented him to me. "I heard he's the dream of countless female cultivators, so I specially invited him to perform a sword dance for the Grand Martial Ancestor." "Oh, I see." With my grand-disciple's word, I lay back down without a worry. "Keep the music playing, and keep dancing!" As for the fact that I can cultivate both immortality and demonic arts, something that would shock everyone if it got out, of course I'll keep it a secret. If I can lie around, why bother working hard? [A story that doesn't know whether it should be called Mary Sue, Gary Stu, or buttered tea. Let's do something awkward.] Theme: Happiness