Summary
I transmigrated into the cultivation world as the eldest senior sister, and my compulsive hoarding only got worse. When my gaze landed on the smooth bones scattered across the ground, I couldn’t help myself. In the middle of the night, I snuck over, picked them up, brought them back, and pieced them together. The next day, the Sword Sect discovered that someone had dug up their patriarch’s grave. Meanwhile, the reconstruction on my end wasn’t going so smoothly. No matter how I pressed, the sacrum just wouldn’t fit. “Hello. Why don’t you try turning it the other way? “Also, could I trouble you to go back to that place tomorrow? I left one of my ribs behind.” I turned it around as instructed. With a soft click, the bones fitted together perfectly. “Thank you. I feel very comfortable now.” The man’s voice sounded rather cheerful. I looked up and met the gaze of that beautifully proportioned skull. “You’re wel… come?!”