Summary
Master brought back a Junior Sister from the mortal world.
She possessed extraordinary talent and cultivated diligently, quickly becoming the most promising Disciple in our laid-back sect.
For her sake, Master suffered damage to his heart meridian, yet she stole Master’s life-saving medicine to rescue her beloved from the Sword Sect.
Standing atop the mountain, she showed no remorse: “Senior Sister, the Great Dao is merciless. Weakness is the original sin.”
“I am not like you useless good-for-nothings. I want to become immortal.”
On the day we went to the Sword Sect to clean house, I dug out a rusty sword from beneath the stone mill in the courtyard.
The Second Junior Sister, obsessed with forging, unearthed a dust-covered White Jade Pipa from a forgotten corner.
The Third Junior Brother, devoted to growing flowers, fished out a Bone Whistle from the pitch-black fertilizer.
Along the way, everyone asked me: “Is it worth opposing the greatest sect in the world for an Old Man of mediocre cultivation from a declining sect?”
“Yes, it is.”