I actually transmigrated from modern times to become the sword sect's eldest senior sister, yet I cannot shake my ancestral craft of scavenging junk. Immortal swords and magical treasures? Not as cost-effective as a straight tree branch! Until I impatiently picked up a pretty skeleton and thoughtfully helped it piece together its sacrum. The skeleton spoke, "The direction is reversed, thank you, it feels very comfortable now." The next day, the entire sect exploded—the ancestor's grave was dug up! The sect master master looked at the ancestor's skeleton standing behind me, shaking with anger, "Rebellious disciple! You even dare to pick up the ancestor?!" While the ancestor gently pulled the corner of my clothes, his bones glowing pink, and whispered, "Don't send me back, I am very easy to raise."