My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 151: A large-scale cult scene involving sword-drawing inside the Hall of Transmission!
(The editor told me that the new book has been heavily promoted, so I've decided to add an extra chapter. Six chapters today!)
Lin Qingfeng stopped in his tracks instantly.

"What the hell is going on?"

What... in broad daylight, under the clear sky, what shady business is he doing?

This is utterly disrespectful in public!
That's uncivilized!

That's very uncivilized!

If the air gets pregnant, who's responsible?

Are you a child of the wind?
Ok?
Feng's child?

Hmm, it doesn't seem to be a big problem?
He coughed lightly, trying to remind the other person to be mindful of the situation. Couldn't they do this kind of thing back in their own thatched hut?
"Ahem, Junior Brother Li?"

Upon hearing the sound, the figure paused, then slowly turned around.

Lin Qingfeng looked closely and realized that Li Chunfeng wasn't doing anything like "flying," but rather holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right, frantically drawing and sheathing his sword at an extremely fast speed!

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

"Oh... so he was drawing his sword. You scared me."

Lin Qingfeng understood; it turned out to be a false alarm.

Not far away, Su Ling'er also witnessed this scene.

Her doubts deepened. Why did her senior brother suddenly come here?
Wang Xie leaned closer to Su Ling'er: "Senior Sister, could it be that Brother Feng really obtained some unparalleled divine skill in the Sword Tomb, and it's hidden in the constantly drawn sword?!"

The surrounding disciples, however, expressed their opposition.

"Isn't it possible?"

"real or fake?"

Su Ling'er was about to signal everyone to be careful and not to speak carelessly when she saw that Li Chunfeng had already seen Lin Qingfeng. Instead of feeling embarrassed, he showed an expression of ecstatic joy.

"Big Brother!"

Li Chunfeng continued his rapid thrusting motions while cheerfully greeting everyone.

"You've come at the perfect time! I think I... obtained some incredible inheritance in the Sword Tomb yesterday!"

"Oh?" Lin Qingfeng became interested. "What kind of inheritance?"

"I do not know either!"

"Anyway, it seems that as long as I keep repeating the action of 'drawing the sword and putting it back in its sheath,' I will be able to unleash a powerful sword technique! And I feel that the faster I draw it, the stronger the sword technique will be!"

"I have this intuition!"

Lin Qingfeng nodded, understanding in his heart.

Oh, it must be that you acquired the skill to increase proficiency.

It seems that out of these twelve Paluri, at least two have emerged as promising talents.

One is Dong Changsheng, who obtained the cultivation technique on the Ladder of Inquiry; the other is this mortal who accidentally comprehended the skill.

Although one is a mortal, he is still much better than those ten ordinary Palu, who have no special characteristics and whose names he is too lazy to even remember.

Su Ling'er and Wang Xie are at least powerful enough to scare their junior sister and relieve boredom, but these ten are not worth bothering with.

Ten Palu are enough to get the job done. It's good enough that they're not called "Palu A" or "Palu B" directly. Asking for their names is a waste of my time.

Hearing this nonsense, Su Ling'er inwardly cursed:

What kind of inheritance would be like this?!

This is clearly a sign of going astray!
However, to her horror, her senior brother did not reprimand her after listening; instead, he nodded approvingly.

"Since that's the case, then you should practice hard."

"Faster! Strive to contribute to the sect as soon as possible!"

Then, he turned to Su Ling'er, adopting that familiar demeanor:
"Su Ling'er, you too! Lead your fellow disciples to work hard! Don't slack off!"

Su Ling'er's brain completely shut down.

He... he actually approved?!

What kind of trouble are these devils up to now?!
Can one truly comprehend the inheritance simply by drawing the sword and sheathing it?

While everyone was filled with doubts, Dong Changsheng, who had been silently observing, suddenly felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind.

He got it!

I was surprised to find that I had fallen into a misconception!
Why did even the unfathomable senior disciple of the Demonic Sect approve of this seemingly absurd repetitive action?
Isn't every great success built upon countless hours of tedious repetition?
Having figured this out, Dong Changsheng's gaze instantly turned fervent.

"Shut up, all of you! Do you see that?! This is the difference! You're still questioning, while Fellow Daoist Li has already embarked on the right path!"

"What is success?! Success is repetition! It's doing something so simple that it can't be simpler, and doing it to the extreme!"

"Now, put away your pathetic doubts, and start to feel and learn!"

After saying that, she looked at Lin Qingfeng again with gratitude.

Thanks to this senior disciple of the Demonic Sect, I was able to comprehend such profound truths!

Dong Changsheng's words stunned the disciples. Seeing Li Chunfeng, who drew his sword even more enthusiastically after being "certified" by his senior brother, their doubts began to waver violently.

Anyway, whether there are any good opportunities or not, it's always good to try your luck!

One of the disciples could no longer contain himself and, imitating Li Chunfeng, began frantically drawing his sword and sheathing it!

Seeing this, others followed suit!
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" "Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

However, what happened next was even more outrageous. Several Guixi Sect players who were doing a quest nearby saw the undercover agents and their eyes lit up.

"Holy crap! What kind of event are they organizing?"

"A sword-drawing ceremony?"

"Maybe! Since we're already here, let's hang out!"

So, under the dumbfounded gaze of the senior disciple, the other players also drew their swords and, imitating the undercover agents, began frantically sheathing their swords with a "clang clang," activating an automatic behavior mode and incidentally starting a video recording mode for everyone to sheath their swords.

Some players who had earned money started playing dead, as if they had been stabbed to death by these standing sword-wielding men.

In an instant, the entire Hall of Transmission of Skills was littered with corpses (alive ones), and the sound of swords being drawn rose and fell, creating an extremely absurd scene.

Lin Qingfeng looked at this group of idiots and didn't bother to pay them any attention.

What's wrong with these people?
What are you NPCs practicing?
Have you received the inheritance? Do you have the talent for swordsmanship? Is this how you came up?
And you guys even took pictures while lying around like corpses?

I really want to join in too!!!
However, he still needs to break through to the Nascent Soul stage later, so he won't participate in this kind of collective performance art for now.

However, just as he was about to turn around, a grateful gaze locked onto him.

Lin Qingfeng froze, then slowly turned his head.

Sure enough, the source of the gaze was Dong Changsheng.

Seeing Lin Qingfeng looking at him, Dong Changsheng actually took a step forward and bowed deeply:
"Thank you, Senior Brother! I've finally understood your good intentions!"

"So, repetition is indeed a stepping stone to success! That repeated slap you gave me last time was to wake me up! To make me realize that any great success stems from the simplest repetition!"

"Suppression is also a form of repetition! Testing is also a form of repetition! You are laying the foundation for my success with your actions!"

"I will never forget this kindness of 'enlightenment'!"

Lin Qingfeng was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell is this thought process?!

As expected of you!

You...you actually interpreted my slapping him as me using 'repetition' to enlighten him?!

OK!

Since you like repetition so much!
Since you're so grateful for the test!

Then I'll let you repeat it all at once today!
I've solidified this 'foundation' for you!

Before anyone could react, Lin Qingfeng darted back to Dong Changsheng.

"You...you really understand?" He forced a smile.

"I have completely understood!" Dong Changsheng proudly puffed out his chest.

"very good."

Lin Qingfeng nodded slowly, and then he raised his hand.

"Now that you've grasped the essence of 'repetition,' I'll help you solidify it!"

Snapped! ! !
A slap even crisper than the last one landed on Dong Changsheng's cheek, which had just begun to swell.

Dong Changsheng, who had just had a "complete epiphany," was once again completely stunned.

The gratitude in his eyes turned into that familiar look of astonishment.

He stared into the other person's astonished eyes and realized it wasn't enough!
This guy's "gratitude" and "success philosophy" are deeply ingrained!

"Come on! Let's repeat this!"

"Let me show you what success really means!"

"Let me show you what a cornerstone is!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Lin Qingfeng slapped with both hands, each slap seemingly putting into practice Dong Changsheng's "profound theory."

Finally, the "gratitude," "sudden realization," and "astonishment" in Dong Changsheng's eyes disappeared once again.

Instead, a surge of uncontrollable humiliation and hatred filled him.

Seeing that look in his eyes, Lin Qingfeng immediately stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.

Phew... Great!
Double the stress relief!
Seeing that look in his eyes put my mind at ease!

He reached out with satisfaction and gently patted his face, which was already swollen and purple:
"Hmm, it seems he's truly grasped the meaning this time. He's a promising student."

After saying that, he finally turned around with a sense of relief, and habitually added the chilling words to the stunned Su Ling'er:

"Remember! Your brother will always be watching over you!"

After saying that, he turned and left the Hall of Transmission, leaving behind a group of idiots who were recording and taking pictures, as well as those who actually thought that drawing the sword would be useful, and the Heavenly Overseer behind the tree.

……

Anhe City, Daqian Dynasty.

After the initial uproar, ordinary people continued their lives of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Only occasionally would someone look up in the direction of Qingxu Mountain and whisper among themselves.

"Speaking of which, Qingxu Temple seems to have become much quieter recently. In the past, we could still see the immortals going down the mountain to buy things, but we haven't seen them for the past few days."

"Yes, I heard it's for some kind of spiritual cultivation. It's normal for us ordinary mortals not to understand the reasons behind it..."

(End of this chapter)