Overnight, Yin Li transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a disposable little junior sister. Everyone in her sect was abnormal, and all of them would become evil villains who did all manner of wicked things in the future.
Yin Li thought she was doomed.
Her eldest senior brother was short-tempered and quick to fly into a rage, a self-important, unhinged demon cultivator whose true form was unknown to all.
One day, Yin Li passed through a small grove and saw her senior brother transformed into a soft, fluffy white rabbit, kicking his short legs as he hopped about and groomed himself.
Yin Li: Senior Brother, don't draw your sword! I'm great at grooming fur!
Her second senior brother was always ready to fight at the slightest disagreement, a humorless, unhinged sword fanatic who almost had to pay someone else's medical bills with the clothes off his back.
One day, Yin Li escorted her drunken senior brother to his room, only to find an unfinished manuscript on the table. It was a romance story that had taken the cultivation world by storm: The Tyrannical Master's Wildly Spoiled Disciple.
Yin Li: Senior Brother, don't draw your sword! I know an even more thrilling plot. I guarantee your story will sell like crazy!
Her eldest senior sister was ravishing, uninhibited, and a flirt who'd charmed countless people, an unhinged demoness who did as she pleased.
Yin Li was trapped with her in a secret room. Surrounded by darkness, she realized her senior sister was trembling all over.
Yin Li: (carefully scooting into her arms) Senior Sister, I'm scared.
Oh, and there was also their martial uncle.
Her martial uncle was moody and bloodthirsty, an unhinged genius who acted in sinister and unpredictable ways. They said he'd seen more blood than she'd drunk water.
One day, Yin Li brought him medicine for his injuries, only to find a pile of little candies in front of him. He was happily eating a candied hawthorn.
Their eyes met. A murderous aura surged, and a flash of swordlight aimed straight for her vital point.
Yin Li: Um, how about some double-skin milk pudding, osmanthus cakes, or cream puffs?
#After they caught the villains in a compromising position, they loved and hated me#
#Never forget to promote the core socialist values!#
Theme: Promote the core socialist values.
