I Pick Up Trash in the Sect

My name is Song Shiyan. I transmigrated into a cultivation novel.

In the novel, the male lead is handsome, cool, and domineering, while the female lead is beautiful and badass.

None of that has anything to do with me, though.

The story takes place quite far from where I am.

How far? Maybe not eighty-one thousand miles, but certainly a hundred and ninety thousand.

In short, I became someone who wasn't even a background character, someone who never got a chance to appear.

I discovered something about our sect.

My eldest senior brother is reborn.

My second senior brother came from a higher realm.

My third senior sister came from an apocalyptic plane.

Don't ask how I know their true secret identities.

I've been a seasoned reader for ten years. I know these things.

To sum it up, I'm the most useless and weakest person in the whole sect, and the only one without a cheat.

Oh, I forgot to mention: our sect only has five people.

Our master is an obscure wandering cultivator, but when it comes to picking up disciples, he's had remarkably good luck with everyone but me.

Still, I don't think there's anything wrong with being the weakest one.

Because I got carried to victory with all the junk my senior brothers and sister didn't want.

My life reached its happy ending when I left the mountain to gain experience.

Because I found my cultivation partner.

My partner is a little puppy, the super adorable kind who loves to act cute.

So I brought him back to the sect.

Me: Senior brothers and sister, look, this is my partner.

The three of them: ...

They looked between the number one beauty on the continent, smiling shyly at them, and their own sweet, silly, naive little junior sister. Junior Sister, why did you bring this troublemaker back here?!

Theme: Work hard at life, whatever your profession