My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

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"what--!"

"Heavens! How could my junior sister's life end in the pursuit of the Dao?!"

"Oh, the earth! How could my junior sister's soul be lost to the heavens!"

"My junior sister, Su Ling'er, possesses a heart as pure as snow and a will as firm as bamboo. She is diligent throughout her life and surpasses all others in the entire sect!"

"Everyone says that Heaven rewards diligence, so why can't it tolerate a single ambitious person!"

"Junior sister! Why have you left us all alone in this world!"

"This path of cultivation is unbearable for me! How I long to follow you in death—!!!"

The mournful cries of the sacrificial ceremony, every word seemed to carry a blood-soaked lament, every tone filled with endless sorrow.

The sorrow in his voice and the intensity of his emotions left all the players present speechless.

Surprisingly, quite a few people at the scene were genuinely caught up in the atmosphere.

"Senior Brother Ji's crying was so professional, I couldn't help but cry!"

"Yes, yes, it broke my heart to hear that. Junior Sister died so tragically!"

"Junior Sister, why did you die so tragically?!"

Su Ling'er: "..."

Thank you so much, your whole family!

I'm not dead yet!
And why are you all crying so emotionally this time?!
Through the hole, she looked at the figure sobbing uncontrollably and mentally cursed.

Your family is in the funeral business, right?
Can't you do something decent like a normal person?!
How can someone be so skilled at wailing and mourning?!

The wailing during the sacrifice continued, rising higher and higher with each wave.

Lin Qingfeng then stepped forward and helped him up, offering heartfelt words of advice:
"My condolences to my junior brother."

"If my junior sister were alive, she wouldn't want to see you so sad."

Su Ling'er was speechless.

I... I'm "having a spirit in heaven" now?

If I'm still in the coffin, does that mean I'm "in heaven"?

How can you be so shameless?

Are you kidding me?!

After calming down the "sacrifice," Lin Qingfeng turned to the crowd below the stage and shouted loudly:
"Now then, elder brother, smash the basin!"

Su Ling'er was taken aback.

Eldest brother?

Who is the eldest brother?

Lin Qingfeng took a clay pot filled with burning paper money from a disciple beside him.

He raised the earthenware pot high above his head, and then slammed it down!
"Snapped--!"

The earthenware pot shattered with a loud crack, the sound echoing throughout the square.

"Lift the coffin!"

With a loud shout, the several ape-like spirit beasts stepped forward again and steadily lifted the jade coffin.

A funeral procession emerged from the main peak square.

The eldest brother, Lin Qingfeng, dressed in mourning clothes, personally led the way at the head of the procession for his deceased sister.

Following closely behind were Ji, who was crying so hard she looked like she was about to collapse, and several other core disciples of the sect.

Further behind were the ape-like spirit beasts carrying the coffin, and a vast procession of sect disciples.

Su Ling'er lay in the coffin, looking at the top of the coffin above her head, feeling completely lost.

Wait... is the funeral already happening?

Where are we going?
You haven't asked me where I want to be buried yet!

The procession slowly circled the sect, "parading" through the streets.

The cries of the sacrificial attendant echoed all the way, and their intensity did not diminish in the slightest, a level of professionalism that was astonishing.

Su Ling'er is now numb and speechless.

She even began to ponder a philosophical question: If everyone thinks you're dead and gives you a grand funeral, can you still be considered alive?
……

The funeral procession moved forward, gradually leaving the heart of the sect. The surrounding mountains and forests gradually thinned out, replaced by a desolate wilderness.

Su Ling'er peered out through the hole in the coffin, and her heart sank.

She recognized this road!

This seems to be the road leading to that "Haunted House"!
Could it be... could it be that they intend to bury themselves in the Yinlingyuan?!
She clearly remembered that the last time she tried to get close to this building, Elder Qian blocked her way like a gatekeeper.

Could this time... allow us to find out the truth?

Driven by the desire to buy time for Wang Xiedi, and incidentally gather intelligence, coupled with a touch of inappropriate curiosity, they were motivated by a desire to buy time for him.

Su Ling'er, lying in a jade coffin, was carried to this place she had never truly set foot in before.

This Yinling Courtyard is just like the Daoist platform that appeared out of nowhere during the last "Golden Autumn Harvest Festival".

It stands abruptly in the middle of the wasteland, seemingly not a creation of humankind.

Yinling Courtyard is an ancient courtyard with its gate made of an unknown, dark, massive tree.

It is carved with ferocious totems depicting a hundred demons parading at night and hungry ghosts devouring souls.

Every scratch exudes an evil aura, perfectly fitting the style of a demonic cultivator.

Su Ling'er couldn't help but wonder if the scene here was related to the "Ghost Spirit Sect" that her master in Qingxu Temple had mentioned, which specialized in the path of ghosts.
Above the gate of the courtyard hangs a stone-carved plaque.

The three large characters "Yinlingyuan" above are twisted and distorted, like a vengeful ghost crawling, making people's scalp tingle.

Elder Qian, however, still stood like a statue in front of the courtyard gate.

That perpetually expressionless face revealed no emotion whatsoever.

When the grand funeral procession arrived, he merely raised his hand slightly, then silently stepped aside to make way, without any intention of obstructing it.

Su Ling'er, inside the coffin, looked completely bewildered.

what happened?

Why did they just clear the way?
At least show what documents are required to enter, right?

Does the dead have more face than the living?

If I come here to inquire again next time, won't I just run into a wall again?

Oh……

She then thought that perhaps it was because her senior brother was personally "escorting" the funeral procession, coupled with the sheer size of the procession.

Is it that one of these two conditions, or both, is required for entry?

What Su Ling'er saw as a sinister and terrifying demon cave presented a completely different picture to Lin Qingfeng and the other players.

What they saw was a huge replica of the light screen.

[Sect Building: Yinling Academy]

This week's dungeon: Red and White Clash - Road to the Underworld

……

at the same time.

Although somewhat bewildered by the grand "funeral" procession, Wang Xiedi quickly refocused his attention on the mission.

Although he still didn't quite understand which powerful figure from the Demonic Sect had passed away, it required such a grand ceremony.
But right now, the mission is still the priority!

He kept dodging left and right, continuing what he considered to be perfect stealth.

The journey was surprisingly smooth.

All the disciples he encountered along the way kept a distance of more than a hundred feet from him, and took a detour from afar.

Wang Xiedi couldn't help but feel secretly pleased with himself.

The evil cultivators and demonic sects are so lax in their defenses; they're nothing special!
He took a deep breath and quietly slipped into the Beast Taming Hall.

Senior sister!

Please pretend to be sick and bear with it for a little longer!
And that nameless Jade-Faced Mantis, since I, Wang Xiedi, have wronged you, I will definitely take full responsibility for you!

Even if it means venturing into a den of dragons and tigers, I will save you from this dire situation!
Wang Xiedi felt his blood rushing to his head, and his whole body was filled with power!

Beast Taming Hall! Here I come!
(End of this chapter)