I Save the Sect by Fighting the Rat Race

In her previous life, Qin Qian Ning worked herself to the bone. After being reborn in the cultivation world, she swore she would never get caught up in that rat race again. She never expected that from the grandest sects to the tiniest ones, the cultivation world was rife with cutthroat competition. There was nowhere to escape it. She joined a down-and-out sect, thinking that a sect ranked somewhere around eighteenth-tier surely wouldn't be too competitive. To her surprise, every single person in her sect was a champion of the rat race. Qin Qian Ning: Good news! Since I finally figured things out, I've lost all my shame, standards, and ambition! Her senior brother had his inner core stolen and was nothing but an abandoned vessel someone had raised for their own purposes. He: My whole life has been a lie. So what if I have a unique sword heart? I can't even bring myself to pick up a sword anymore. Qin Qian Ning: Right, right. Learning the sword won't save a cultivator. He saw the light and became a genius medical cultivator overnight, feeding her top-grade spirit pills every day to nourish her body. He was determined to make it so his junior sister could advance without even getting out of bed. Her third junior brother had an unstable state of mind and was an illegitimate son cast out by his clan. He: I have a blood feud. Taking revenge means defying the whole world. Qin Qian Ning: Take a step back and you'll get breast nodules. Curse someone and the sky opens up. If there's a problem, just go absolutely unhinged. He saw the light, avenged his blood feud, and resolved his inner turmoil. His sword chilled fourteen provinces with frost, and he was determined to become the sharpest sword at his senior sister's side. Her junior sister was a half-demon hybrid, an impure bloodline despised by every cultivator. She: I was born different, rejected by everyone. I hate my bloodline. Qin Qian Ning: Better to take it out on others than turn it inward. She saw the light, accepted her demon bloodline, and unlocked her full potential. She was determined to become her senior sister's strongest shield. As for Qin Qian Ning, she had no story of her own. She was simply an unambitious opponent of the rat race. But then came the inner sect tournament, the provincial tournament, the Western Border tournament... One competition and trial after another kept cropping up. Qin Qian Ning: As long as I calmly accept that I'm useless, I'll be invincible. What? A crucial competition? Hey, I'm just here to have fun! Yet somehow, the genius junior disciples and all the others she led were brimming with fighting spirit. They slew demonic beasts, overcame obstacles, and drove out evil spirits, taking their sect soaring all the way to the top. Qin Qian Ning: Didn't I join some tiny, eighteenth-tier sect? When did our little village start competing with the capital of the cultivation world? A fresh new trend arrived in the stifling, rigid, cutthroat cultivation world. At first, people accused it of being a corrupting influence. Later, when the shabby little sect became a top sect, everyone finally understood what this