I'm the Only Normal Person in the Entire Sect

I am an honest, ordinary young man.

Recently, I realized something was off about my sect. It seemed I was the only normal person there.

My upright, gentle senior brother, who respects his elders and follows the Dao, sneaks into the library and cradles a thick stack of secrets, muttering:

This batch goes to the Tianshu Pavilion, this one to the Qingyang Sect, and this one is for blackmailing that old schemer from the Demonic Cult...

My pure-hearted, easygoing second senior sister spends every day drooling over cabbages in the vegetable patch, whipping her fellow disciples into shape:

Nine to nine, seven days a week! One ladle of spirit water, one plot of land to till! You little brats, get moving!

And my delicate, frail third senior brother, a born failure at cultivation, sneaks into the forbidden grounds in the dead of night. Beneath a boulder behind the mountain, a crowd of Demonic Cult disciples cling to his leg and wail:

Your Excellency, you haven't been home in ten days! The Right Protector is throwing another tantrum...

Then there's my youngest junior brother, who's just joined the sect. Every day, he mutters to thin air:

System, System, when can I crush the demons with my fists, kick my sect aside, become a god, build a harem, and become the greatest chosen one in the cultivation world?

I look at this bunch and feel a heavy weight in my heart.

At least I still have my aloof, otherworldly master. I double my cultivation for his sake, but one day, he says he wants to teach me a secret technique.

First he beckons me over, then he takes off my clothes.

I panic. "Master, what kind of technique is this?"

My master smiles faintly. "The dual cultivation technique."

He pushes me down, and a fluffy white fox tail suddenly curls up behind him. My master licks the corner of his lips and whispers in my ear:

"Good disciple, cultivation has no future."

In a nutshell: Growing into an honest young man with sound values among a bunch of oddballs.

Theme: Make money! Work hard! Nine to nine, seven days a week!