Joining the Joyful Union Sect, My Life in the Grip of My Senior Sister

“Senior Brother Lin, Senior Sister Liu has asked you to go over for dual cultivation again.” Lin Fengmian wanted to cry, but he had no tears. “Can’t I just take a day off?” Ever since he’d joined the Joyful Union Sect, he’d been up on the mountain tending to the soil day in and day out. It wasn’t as if his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, but his body was getting worse every day. This Joyful Union Sect was truly unbearable. If he stayed any longer, he’d surely die at the hands of those bone-sucking, blood-draining demonesses.