I Am the Only Normal Person in the Whole Division

I am an upright and ordinary good young man. Recently, I discovered that something is wrong with my school. It seems that I am the only normal person in the whole school. My eldest brother, who is upright, gentle and respects teachers and Taoism, turned around and hid in the library holding a thick stack of secrets and chanting: This one is for Tianshu Pavilion, this one is for Qingyang Sect, and this one is for blackmailing the old cunning guy from the Demon Sect... My second senior sister, who is devoid of desire and lays flat on her back, squats in the vegetable garden every day and drools over the cabbage, cracking a whip and commanding the senior brothers: 996, 007! A ladle of spiritual water, a plowed field! All the little bastards, roll them up for me! And my third senior brother, who is weak and born useless, sneaked into the forbidden area late at night, and saw a group of demon cultists under the big rock in the back mountain holding my senior brother's thighs and crying: Your Majesty, you have not been home for ten days, and your right protector has lost his temper again... And my junior brother who has just started muttering to the air every day: System, system, when will I be able to punch demons, kick masters, transform into a god and open a harem, and become the number one Long Aotian in the world of immortality? My heart sank as I looked at this group of people. Fortunately, I still have a cool and kind master. I practiced harder for him, but one day, my master said he would teach me the secret book. He waved to me first, then took off my clothes. I was so confused: Master, what kind of method is this? Master smiled slightly: "Double cultivation of Dafa." He pushed me down, and a white and furry fox tail was raised behind him. Master licked the corner of his lips and whispered into my ear: "My good disciple, there is no future in practicing cultivation." To sum it up in one sentence: Among a group of crooked melons and cracked jujubes, he grew up to be a good young man with upright views. Purpose: Make money! Struggle! 996!