My Junior Sister Is Everyone's Dream Girl, and Powerful Cultivators Fight to Spoil Her

Five hundred years ago, Yan Pingle was a powerhouse, ranked first on the Huayu Prodigy List.

Five hundred years later, Yan Pingle is frail, gasping for breath after three steps and fainting after ten.

As if being frail weren't enough, when she opens her eyes, her sect is the poorest and weakest in all of Huayu, utterly incapable of protecting her.

Yan Pingle's response: Don't panic. If the sect can't protect me, then I'll protect the sect. Even being frail has its advantages.

Soon, cultivators across Huayu notice that something is amiss:

"Someone actually reconstructed the blueprints for a Heaven-grade spirit weapon?"

"Since when are there so many Ninth-grade Revival Pills?"

"This is an artifact unseen for ten thousand years! Why are there three of them at the auction?"

"Where did this long-lost ancient sword technique come from?"

Rare sacred treasures keep springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain, drawing countless cultivators to rush in and compete to buy them!

But when those with an eye for such things investigate further, they are shocked to discover that all these items come from an obscure little sect.

And the person leading this little sect is a frail, delicate female cultivator!

As Yan Pingle counts money until her hands ache, the connections she made five hundred years ago also begin showing up one after another.

The renowned Plum Grove Spear Immortal: "Yanyan, I like you best!"

The cold and aloof Jade Tower Sword Venerable: "I see her shadow in you."

The unruly, sinister Demon King of the Sacred Hall: "Big Sis, please, don't leave me."

Even the young lord of the Demon Realm sticks close to her: "I won't mistake you for someone else again."

Numb Yan Pingle: "Do not disturb me. My heart is closed to love."

[Max-Level White Moonlight's Revenge]