My Senior Brother Is Poor and Loves to Lie Flat

There’s a saying in the cultivation world: the eldest senior brother thrives in good times, the second senior sister in adversity, and the scheming junior sister in desperate situations. That is, until the sects joined forces with the demon realm and attacked the mountain. The disciples were routed, and even the delicate junior sister fell into a pool of blood, having fought to her limit. Then the third senior brother, who never fought and loved scavenging for junk, came panting up the mountain. He pulled rare spirit herbs from a tattered sack and stuffed them into everyone’s mouths, then tossed spirit swords forged from black iron onto the ground with a clatter. The chubby little chickens he raised in the backyard transformed into Fire Profound Phoenixes, painting half the sky red… Seeing the horrified looks on his fellow senior brothers and sisters, the third senior brother ducked behind the Sect-Suppressing Stone and kept his head down. “You bastards dared to trample my vegetable garden! Beat them to death and turn them into fertilizer for me!”