My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 152 Elder Qian is truly a puppet! Why does he keep banging his head against the wall?

Anhe City, Daqian Dynasty.

North of the city, the Su residence.

In front of the mansion gate, a long queue stretched all the way to the street corner.

Madam Su, a gentle and virtuous middle-aged woman, was personally serving bowls of hot rice porridge to the poor people who came to beg.

"Eat slowly, don't choke, there's more in the pot."

This is a charitable act that the Su family has persisted in for decades. Regardless of the year's fortune, they would set up a shed here to distribute porridge on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month, and occasionally give some copper coins as relief.

As a result, the Su family has a good reputation in Anhe City.

And so they came across some strange figures.

Some beggars don't eat porridge; they only appear when copper coins are handed out.

But there are some beggars who are even more interesting.

For example, one of them is named "Jiang Shi".

After each porridge distribution, he would say: May God bless you!

After finishing the meal, it would say something to the air, "The Empress Dowager has already paid for me, thank you, Empress Dowager!"
He's quite an interesting person, but according to people from other shops, he wasn't a beggar or homeless person before. It's just that he reported the shops he worked for every time, which made them afraid to hire him.

So he became a beggar, but he seemed quite enthusiastic about it.

This made the Su couple smile upon hearing it.

I just wonder how Su Ling'er is doing now.

……

Inside the Hall of Transmission of Skills, the clanging noises had been going on for some time.

But players' enthusiasm comes and goes quickly.

After the initial novelty wore off, players found the "clanging" action boring. So, after taking enough photos, recording enough videos, and posting a few fluffy threads in the sect channel, they lost interest, put away their wooden swords, and scattered like birds to continue grinding their own quests.

After enduring for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the group of undercover disciples also felt incredibly bored.

Most importantly, they didn't sense the so-called true meaning of the Great Dao that Senior Brother Dong spoke of, let alone any cultivation level.

"No... I can't take it anymore,"

"This is so boring, mainly because there's absolutely no positive feedback... Is this even useful?"

"And don't you guys think... we're being silly? A bunch of us standing here like we've gone crazy..."

"Yeah... Just now, Senior Brother Dong was treated like that by Senior Brother... and we're still here imitating his behavior, doesn't that make us look even more foolish?"

"I feel like we've only managed to develop incredibly strong arms, and haven't really grasped anything else? Instead, I feel a chill down my spine..."

"Me too... Will our senior brother come and beat us up later?"

Su Ling'er had already stopped. She crossed her arms and gave a cold snort.

You guys only realize how stupid you are now?! You were stupid from the very beginning, okay?!

As a result, the undercover agents abandoned this meaningless repetition and threw themselves back into the tedious daily tasks of the Transmission Hall.

But everyone felt a mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

But as the crowd dispersed, only one figure remained standing in place.

It's Li Chunfeng.

Su Ling'er's gaze fell on him, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

He persisted, sweat soaking his temples, his arm gripping the wooden sword trembling slightly from the prolonged exertion.

Did he... really believe it?

Or perhaps, for a mortal rejected by the immortal path, this seemingly absurd straw is the only hope he can grasp?
Looking at his lonely and stubborn back, Su Ling'er felt a strange pang of sadness.

Li Chunfeng didn't stop.

He heard what others were saying and sensed their resignation.

But he couldn't stop, and he dared not stop.

After all, he's different from them...

They were cultivators, and even those with pseudo-spiritual roots eventually embarked on the path to immortality.

If this path is blocked, they have other paths to choose from.

But I can't do it...

……

Until several days later.

The undercover agent, disciple B, received an unusual mission from the mission jade slip.

[Helping Elder Qian retrieve ancient books]

[Mission Description: Elder Qian has accidentally lost an important ancient book in the grotto behind the mountain. Please escort the elder there and assist him in retrieving it.] This mission stirred something within him.

Escort the elders?
Although Senior Sister Su said it was a puppet, and it does look like one, what if it is?
Isn't this the perfect opportunity to get up close and personal with the Demonic Sect's higher-ups and extract crucial intelligence?!
Maybe there really is an opportunity!

He immediately accepted the task.

Soon, Elder Qian, whose eyes were numb, appeared in front of him.

"Set off."

Elder Qian's words were concise and to the point.

Along the way, disciple B followed behind Elder Qian, racking his brains to try and get information out of him.

"Elder Qian, our Guixi Sect has a long history, so the cultivation techniques and scriptures of Guixi Sect must be vast and numerous, right?"

"..."

Elder Qian showed no reaction and simply continued walking forward.

"Elder, your cultivation is unfathomable. May I ask what realm you are at? This junior would like to have a goal to strive for!"

"..."

Elder Qian still ignored him.

Undeterred, Undercover Agent B tried a different approach:
"Elder, I've heard that the grottoes in the back mountains are quite dangerous. I wonder why that ancient book is so important to you, that you would risk your life for it?"

This time, Elder Qian finally reacted.

He stopped and turned to look at Undercover Agent B, slowly speaking:
"I lost my book, what a pity! You have to help me find it."

So you really can't understand human language?

what is this else?
The two, one in front of the other, eventually arrived at a cave filled with strangely shaped boulders.

Elder Qian stopped very close to the boulder, turned around, pointed to the depths of the cave, and said to his disciple B:
"My book seems to have fallen here. Can you see if it's around here?"

Disciple B looked in the direction he pointed and saw only jagged stone walls and huge rocks blocking the way, making the road narrow.

A strange thought suddenly occurred to him.

...The elder is standing so close to that boulder, won't he bump into it if he turns around?
Is it really okay?

He can sense his surroundings, right?
Just as his thoughts were churning, Elder Qian quickly turned around.

"boom--!"

A dull, loud bang rang out, particularly jarring in the silent cave.

Elder Qian's head was smashed open by the boulder behind him.

Disciple B's eye twitched, and he subconsciously asked:

"Elder, are you alright? That boulder dared to attack your head with its own! Should I teach it a lesson?"

Elder Qian seemed oblivious to the pain. He shook his head, his empty gaze locking onto Disciple B once more, and spoke in the exact same tone as before:

"My book seems to be nearby, but where exactly is it?"

Before he finished speaking, as if he hadn't found a target, he began rhythmically banging his forehead against the boulder in front of him!
"boom!"

"My book..."

"boom!"

"...Where exactly is it?"

"boom!"

"You have to help me find it..."

This bizarre scene left Disciple B completely stunned, his Dao heart nearly shattering on the spot.

What the hell is this?

Are you serious?

He finally...became completely convinced.

What Su Ling'er said is true!

This Elder Qian is not a living person at all!
He is a flesh and blood puppet whose basic obstacle avoidance ability has been erased, leaving only the instinct to execute orders!
This demonic sect is not only evil, but also extremely cruel!

The evidence is conclusive; this is irrefutable proof!
Disciple B immediately abandoned the mission and returned to his thatched hut.

He decided to take advantage of the fact that the other undercover agents had not yet taken action and send this blood-stained "ironclad evidence," along with the demonic sect techniques he had collected over the past few days, back to Qingxu Temple as soon as possible!
He carefully took the shard of mirror from his pocket...

He pressed the fragment of the [Spiritual Mirror of Inquiry] tightly against his brow, took a deep breath, and began to circulate the method taught by the sect leader.

He is going to conduct the "Questioning the Profound in a Single Thought".

He recounted everything he had seen and heard in the past few days: the puppet elder, the bloody infighting within the sect, the disciples' numbness to death, the possibility that Senior Sister Su had fallen into the demonic path, and several basic demonic cultivation techniques.

However, it doesn't actually feel like a demonic cultivation technique. I estimate that only someone at Senior Sister Su's level can access such advanced demonic cultivation techniques!

After all, the death aura, corpse aura, and ghost aura on her body couldn't be faked!
(End of this chapter)