Senior Sister, She Is Both a Foodie and a Picker of Rags.

There is a rumor in the world of cultivating immortals: Senior Brother in good times, Second Senior Sister in bad times, and Little Junior Sister Green Tea in desperate times. Until the various families of the Immortal Sect united with the Demon Realm to attack the mountain. All the disciples were defeated miserably, and even the delicate junior sister fell into a pool of blood with all her strength. The third senior sister who never fought and liked to pick up rags ran up the mountain panting, took out the rare spiritual grass from the tattered sack and stuffed it into their mouths. The black iron spiritual swords were thrown to the ground. The little fat chickens she raised in the backyard turned into fire phoenixes and dyed half of the sky red... Looking at the horrified eyes of the other senior brothers, the third senior sister hid behind the Zongzong Stone. "You bastards dare to step on my vegetable garden! Kill them for making fertilizer for me!"