Our Disaster-Prone Sect Can Do Anything

[Pre-release: My Senior Sister Next Door Is Reading the Save File Again] and [After I Lost My Memory, My Disciples Could All Hear My Inner Thoughts] are waiting eagerly in my author’s column. See below for the blurbs. Blurb: Wen Que transmigrated to the world of cultivation and gained an extraordinary sect: Her master was an immortal, admired by all. Her senior brother had a natural sword bone and forged his body into a sword. Her senior sister was peerlessly beautiful and pursued the Dao through music. Her junior brother was pure and immaculate, and had healed countless people. Her junior sister was a wealthy young lady from a distinguished family, and a descendant of royalty. And she was the useless third disciple who belonged nowhere, neither heaven nor earth. Even cultivating at home could get her struck by lightning. Of course, only after the lightning woke her up did she discover that every member of her extraordinary sect was a walking disaster, and none of them met a good end. This disaster of a sect was doomed to fall sooner or later. Before Wen Que could even sort out the details revealed by the lightning strike, she saw her junior sister, a flirtatious heartbreaker, swaggering around with the pretty young man she had just “snatched” and brought up the mountain. Unable to hold back, Wen Que clutched her head and complained inwardly: [We’re doomed! My junior sister is such a fickle little homewrecker! Why does she snatch up everyone she sees? Does she even know that’s the little prince of the neighboring Demon Realm? They’re turning the whole realm upside down looking for him! They’ll be at our door tomorrow to start a fight!] Her junior sister: “Wen Jiujiao, say that again?” Wen Que: Huh? The disciples of Venerable Luofeng at Tianyang Sect’s Wuyafeng Peak were all brilliant talents, except for the third disciple, whose middling abilities often made people forget there was anyone like her at Wuyafeng Peak. Even Venerable Luofeng himself often forgot he had such a disciple. The other disciples rarely noticed they had a junior or senior sister like her, either. That is, until one day, they discovered they could hear Wen Que’s thoughts, and those thoughts had a lot to do with them. [Ahhh, Second Senior Sister, don’t go! If you go down the mountain this time, you won’t make it back! That damned fiance of yours will stab you to death on your wedding night and use you as a sacrifice to his sword! Ahhh!] Second Senior Sister, who was about to leave, stumbled. What? The next day, Second Senior Sister beat her cheap fiance half to death, took the “compensation” he gave her, and sauntered back to the sect. She even generously gave more than half of it to Wen Que. Wen Que: Huh? Junior Brother was happily about to share the pastries his childhood sweetheart had sent with his fellow disciples when he heard Wen Que muttering to herself. [If I remember right, these pastries are leftovers from a banquet at his childhood sweetheart’s house. They’ve been sitting around for days, so they must be past their expiration date, right?] Junior Brother: ??? [And if I remember right, that banquet was to arrange a marriage for his childhood sweetheart. When Junior Brother goes back next time, she’s going to dump him?] Junior Brother: !!! A few days later, Junior Brother returned with a pale face, though his eyes were clear and relieved. He handed Wen Que a storage pouch full of pills and spirit stones. “Third Senior Sister, you’re the only one in this world who’s truly good to me!” Wen Que: Huh? When Senior Brother returned to the sect, his usually expressionless face bore the hint of a smile. He had found his long-lost family, and his gaze had softened. Seeing Senior Brother looking so pathetically pleased, Wen Que’s heart trembled: [Poor Senior Brother has no idea his family knew where he was all along. They were the ones who abandoned him back then. Now they’ve come looking for him because they want his sword bone, so they can carve it out and transplant it into his useless little brother!] Senior Brother: “...” Not long afterward, Senior Brother returned to the sect with blood staining his hair. He tossed Wen Que a storage pouch. “There’s enough stuff in here to forge a decent bonded sword.” Wen Que stared at him in confusion. “Senior Brother, did you just rob someone?” Senior Brother nodded. “Yeah.” Wen Que: “But Senior Brother, I’m not a sword cultivator!” Senior Brother: “...” Even Venerable Luofeng, who spent all his time lamenting in the forbidden grounds behind the mountain, heard the thoughts of this bargain-bin third disciple of his: [Ah, Master’s crying again. Should I tell him that Mistress was reincarnated ages ago, and no matter how much he uses forbidden arts, he can’t bring her back?] Venerable Luofeng: ??? [If Master keeps crying on the sly, Mistress has probably married someone else by now, right?] Venerable Luofeng: !!! Venerable Luofeng emerged from seclusion and swept past like a gust of wind, scooping up Wen Que, who was muttering to herself. Wen Que: Eh? As the most inconspicuous disciple at Tianyang Sect’s Wuyafeng Peak, Wen Que often thought: Without me, this disaster of a sect is doomed to fall sooner or later. The disaster-prone members of the sect: You’re absolutely right! [Author’s Column Pre-release No. 1]: After I Lost My Memory, My Disciples Could All Hear My Inner Thoughts is waiting eagerly in my author’s column. Immortal Linxi of Wentian Sect has lost her memory again. This time, she’s even forgotten that she’s the sect’s most powerful sword immortal. She can fall off a mountain while flying on her sword, can’t tell immortal herbs from poisonous plants, and is nearly reduced to a state where she can’t even look after herself. Her fellow immortals: At least she has a few good, filial disciples who can look after her in her old age. Feng Linxi had only just transmigrated and was still getting used to her new identity. Looking at the few “good” disciples under her, she felt that her future life was like the surface of the moon, covered in craters. She had no idea what standards her original self had used to choose her disciples, or how she had managed to pick such a precise collection of “children of destiny.” Her eldest disciple had a natural sword bone and was handsome, strong, and tragic. Everyone who got close to him met with misfortune. In the end, he was abandoned by everyone, developed a sword heart demon, and perished alongside heaven and earth. Feng Linxi: [I suppose my greatest misfortune is seeing that slim waist and those abs and never getting the chance to touch them...] Eldest Disciple: ??? [That said, if this kid can develop a heart demon and kill himself over this, he really doesn’t have much emotional resilience. Rather than turning his frustrations inward, he should take them out on other people. If other people are the ones having bad luck, what does he care?] Eldest Disciple: “...” Her second disciple was a half-demon who struggled to cultivate, stood apart from the other disciples, and had a solitary personality. His greatest wish in life was to shed his demon bones and blood and become fully human. But things never went his way, and he eventually became a demon king and led the demon and human races into war. Feng Linxi: [Those fluffy ears and that fluffy tail, can I have them too? As a fluff enthusiast, I simply can’t take it! I wonder how cool he’d look in his true form!] Second Disciple: ??? [What’s so great about being human? It’s those people who have no taste and don’t realize how good-looking this kid is! And he knows full well those demons are treating him like a tool, yet he’d rather give up his life for a little fake kindness. Why pick on this poor, affection-starved kid?] Second Disciple: “...” Her third disciple had a curvaceous figure and dazzling beauty, but she was fierce and couldn’t stand the slightest injustice. People constantly misunderstood her and ruined her reputation, yet she was willing to fall into the demonic abyss and face eternal damnation for a two-faced “best friend.” Feng Linxi: [That waist! Those legs! That... slurp. A beauty so stunning she could shatter the heavens! Do people in the cultivation world eat this well?] Third Disciple: ??? [She’s just a little silly. It’s not her fault she’s beautiful, so why feel inferior because of her looks? Her beauty is absolute justice! Also, this kid has terrible taste. What kind of best friend is that? More like a best fiend! She’s toxic! She must never have had anyone good in her life if she thinks that person is treating her well!] Third Disciple: “...” Well, her fourth disciple was a promising cultivator with a natural demon body, and her fifth disciple had an immaculate body and was destined for the Buddhist path... [With a lineup like this, this sect could start several world wars all by itself...] The disciples: “...” The disciples discovered that since their master had lost her memory this time, they could hear the thoughts beneath her cool, immortal facade whenever they got even a little close to her. Thoughts that blew their lives apart. It wasn’t as if they particularly wanted to hear them... Feng Linxi: I haven’t even done anything. Why are my disciples looking at me so strangely? Her fellow immortals: You haven’t done anything, but your disciples are about to pound this whole world flat. The disciples: When we don’t want to hear Master’s thoughts at home, we can only go outside and flatten the “craters” Master hates most. This world is falling apart. Who, exactly, is patching it back together? Theme: Survive in adversity and strive to bloom into the most beautiful flower.