No One in My Sect Can Be Trusted

Jiang Shu was picked up by an immortal passing through when she was little, and joined his sect.

But this sect... was really something else.

A sickly master who'd fall over in a gust of wind, yet always dressed himself up like a colorful butterfly;

A weakling senior brother who smiled at everyone and whose most powerful spell was a water-summoning incantation for watering flowers;

A lunatic junior brother with goose feathers stuck in his hair, who did nothing but run around, often in women's clothes;

Even the "older brother" who occasionally came to visit was a poor scholar who'd never seen the world, but could brag enough to burst the sky.

What, is she the only reliable, normal person here?

The sickly one blinked. "I'm actually a genius."

The weakling looked confused. "...The water-summoning spell really is powerful."

The poor scholar protested. "...I'm richer than an entire nation."

The lunatic giggled. "Hehehe, hehehe. Senior Sister, want some fish?"

Jiang Shu was speechless. "If I believed a word you all said, wouldn't that make me a god in the heavens?"

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What do you do when everyone in your sect is a flake? Can you start over?

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Reading guide:

1. Xianxia

2. I'll add more if I think of anything

Theme: Every life has its own value.