After They Heard My Thoughts, the Cauldrons Fell Madly for Me

When Ling Shuang opened her eyes, she found she'd died from overwork and transmigrated into a book... She'd become the Holy Maiden of the Xuan Yin Sect in the cultivation world. She was an infamous, vicious female cultivator, with a Demon Lord for a mother who had even bound eight cauldrons to help her cultivate. All she wanted was to lie flat, grow crops, and live in peace. But her Demon Lord mother was eagerly planning to lead her in crushing the immortal sects “Sweetie, once you're healed, Mother will take you to wipe out the Eastern Continent Immortal Alliance!” Ling Shuang looked aloof on the outside, but inside, her thoughts were racing: Help! Soul refining and bone extraction? How is that any different from murder?! That sword cultivator with the sword looks so fierce... Is he going to cut me down? The little doctor from Medicine King Valley looks so sweet. Should I secretly let him go? Mother, all I want is a quiet life growing crops. I don't want to crush the Immortal Alliance! What she didn't know was that all eight cauldrons could hear her thoughts... The cauldrons: “...” Worse still, each of her younger sisters was more ruthless than the last Her second sister planted a parasite. “Big Sis, want to play with this heart-eater?” Her third sister laid out an array. “I heard you've been sleeping badly lately, Sister. Let me help you rest.” Her fourth sister smiled as she made a prophecy. “Sister, you won't live another three months~” Ling Shuang: Are you guys putting on some kind of demon-world palace intrigue drama?! Meanwhile, her Demon Lord mother kept showering her with love: “Don't be scared, Shuang'er. Mother's here! Whatever you want, I'll take it for you!” “This whole world will belong to us mother and daughter sooner or later!” Ling Shuang was close to breaking down inside. Why was it so hard just to stay alive?! On one side, there was her mother, who doted on her madly but loved making trouble. On the other, her younger sisters were watching her like hungry tigers. And then there were eight mortal enemies who could hear her thoughts... Her villainess persona was falling apart by the day. How long could she keep this chaotic battlefield under control?