My Senior Sister Is Clumsy, Yet Loves Picking Up Junk

There's a saying in the cultivation world: the eldest senior brother thrives in good times, the second senior sister shines in adversity, and the scheming junior sister excels in dire straits. That is, until the various immortal sects joined forces with the demon realm and attacked the mountain. The disciples were utterly defeated, and even the delicate junior sister collapsed in a pool of blood, fighting with all her strength. Then the third senior sister, who never fought and loved scavenging, came panting up the mountain. She pulled rare spirit herbs from a battered sack and shoved them into everyone's mouths, tossed spirit swords forged from black iron onto the ground with a clatter, and watched as the plump little chickens she'd raised in the back courtyard transformed into blazing phoenixes, setting half the sky ablaze... Seeing the horrified looks on her fellow disciples' faces, the third senior sister ducked behind the sect's guardian stone and hunkered down. "Bastards, you dared trample my vegetable garden! Beat them to death and use them for fertilizer!"