My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 155 The passing of that Nascent Soul cultivator is truly a huge loss to my sect and even the entire cultivation world!

The eldest brother's cave dwelling, on a bed of cold jade.

Lin Qingfeng opened his eyes and was resurrected on the spot.

He stretched, his face still showing a look of intoxication and languor.

He immediately opened the sect channel and, sure enough, saw that it was already flooded with messages tagging him.

[Lin Qingfeng]: Ah~ that inner demon... how should I put it, it's amazing! It's simply the best perk I've ever encountered in my cultivation journey!

[Lin Qingfeng]: This inner demon, it understands so well! This inner demon must be overcome! It's absolutely worth overcoming!

[Shi Gandang]: Huh? Boss, have you lost your mind? You're so happy even though you failed your tribulation?
[Lin Qingfeng]: What do you guys know? This is no longer just a simple inner demon, this is art! It's philosophy! It can touch the depths of the soul... cough cough, anyway, you'll understand when you're close to the Nascent Soul stage. This thing is definitely worth dying for a few more times!

Upon hearing this, the entire sect channel's tone changed drastically.

[Sacrifice]: Really?! There's such a good thing? Even the guild leader said it's amazing, what an incredible perk! No way, I'm going to die hundreds of times right now and see if I can trigger my inner demons ahead of time!
[Shen Nong]: @Ji, calm down. You're only at the Core Formation stage. No matter how many times you die, you won't trigger the Nascent Soul Heart Demon Tribulation. You might even regress to the Pseudo-Core Formation stage. But... after hearing what the Guild Master said, I'll go and advance to the Nascent Soul stage in a bit.

[Lu Wu]: I'm so jealous. I'm still a long way from reaching the Nascent Soul stage. I can only take more medicine.

For a time, the players in the sect who were about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage were eager and excited.

Those with lower cultivation levels were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

……

the other side.

One of the disciples discovered the blind spot.

"Huh? Senior Brother Li,"

The undercover agent looked at Li Chunfeng, who remained calm and composed, with a puzzled expression.

"That second wave of impact was so strong, we were all thrown around, how come you're completely unharmed?"

"Did Senior Sister Su secretly protect you? Or did you react quickly and hide behind some big tree beforehand?"

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and they all turned their gazes to Li Chunfeng, who was still standing there, drawing his sword with a clang.

"Huh? Hide?"

Li Chunfeng stopped what he was doing and gave everyone a look as if they were idiots.
"My pursuit of the Dao is as clear as heaven and earth, as evidenced by the sun and moon. Why should I hide?"

He gently patted the wooden sword in his hand.

"As I said, I was just constantly drawing my sword back into its sheath. The spiritual energy that rushed towards me was automatically guided away by the sword intent surrounding me."

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their faces screaming "I don't believe you!"

A mortal can cultivate sword intent by repeatedly pulling out a wooden sword, and even withstand the impact of a suspected Nascent Soul monster's self-destruction.

This is even more outrageous than the stories told by storytellers in the city.

Looking at Li Chunfeng's appearance, Su Ling'er had her own guess:

Senior Brother Li must have other ways to save his life, but he just doesn't want to reveal them...

That's right. In this cannibalistic den, it's always good to have an extra trump card up your sleeve.

Everyone reached a consensus and stopped pursuing the topic.

At this moment, the disciple who failed to deliver the information finally recovered from the aftereffects of the spiritual energy shock.

He then relayed the story of the failed intelligence transmission to everyone via telepathy.

Upon hearing this, Dong Changsheng immediately stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Junior brother, there's no need to blame yourself! This is not your fault; it only means that the time was not right!"

He then transmitted his voice.

[Dong Changsheng]: Now that the demon has just fallen, the sect must be in chaos and people are panicking. This is the best time for us to pass on information!
Others who heard this also agreed that it made sense.

[All the undercover agents]: So, that's definitely a good thing!
[Disciple C]: Tonight is the best opportunity! I'll take this chance!

But just then, a figure appeared on the path nearby.

Lin Qingfeng was humming a tuneless little tune as he lazily strolled around.

Because he did not die in front of everyone, people still remembered him.

Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Wait, wait a minute! Isn't that... isn't that Senior Brother?!"

"How...how is he still alive?! Didn't he fail his tribulation and die in a self-destruction?!"

Su Ling'er's heart sank, followed by a surge of absurd "I knew it" feeling:
I knew it! I knew it!
How could our senior brother die so easily!
This must be another one of his schemes!
Then... who exactly was that Nascent Soul cultivator who just perished?!

Just then, Lin Qingfeng seemed to notice them as well, and his eyes lit up.

"call out--!"

He flashed and teleported behind Su Ling'er.

"Oh, junior sister,"

"Taking my junior brothers for a walk?"

“Ahhhhh——!”

Su Ling'er was so frightened that her hair stood on end, and she almost flew away on her sword on the spot.

Again!
here we go again!!!
Couldn't he just walk over like a normal person?!
It always appears suddenly, like a ghost!
A persistent, stalking monster!

This is so annoying!
She forced back a scream from within and stiffly turned around:
"Senior Brother...you...you've emerged from seclusion?"

"Senior Brother, just now... which powerful figure in the sect failed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and unfortunately perished?"

"Oh, you mean him."

"That was a peerless master who was... incredibly handsome, a savior of the suffering, of noble character, possessed extraordinary cultivation, and was a model of righteousness for all of us!"

He rattled off a bunch of boastful adjectives, and then, feigning sadness, wiped away nonexistent tears:

"Alas, his passing is a tremendous loss to our sect and even the entire cultivation world!"

"How tragic! So tragic!"

Su Ling'er looked at him with disbelief.

blow!
Keep blowing!
How can you praise a recently deceased demon as if he were a saint? Doesn't your conscience hurt?!

No, you demons have no conscience at all!
She cautiously pressed on, "Then...don't we need to prepare a funeral for this deceased great being?"

He pretended to be sick while he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he still held such a grand funeral.

The scene of a powerful being who might have reached the Nascent Soul stage falling directly would surely be even more astonishing.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qingfeng waved his hand and said:
"Ugh!"

"Junior Sister, this formalism of yours is killing people!"

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes! We cultivators should see through life and death, and not be bound by formalities! When the Nascent Soul is gone, it's gone. Let's be carefree!"

Su Ling'er: "???"

When I died... Pshaw, why didn't you pay attention to these things at my funeral?

……

And the other side.

Qingxu Temple, a forbidden area in the back mountain.

Inside the dark, secret chamber, Xuan Yuan Daoist sat cross-legged in front of a stone platform, his eyes closed, his expression seemingly calm, but his heart was filled with anxiety.

On the stone platform, the main mirror of the ancient bronze mirror [Lingxi Wenxuan Mirror], covered with cracks, was emitting a faint light.

There is less than a month left before the Heavenly Furnace Sect comes to collect the "tithe tax".

The twelve undercover agents sent this time were involved.

He didn't need them all to succeed, as long as... as long as even one person could send back a secret that would be enough to entice the Heavenly Furnace Sect, the Qingxu Temple could survive this calamity.

Even one can get a share of the scraps...

however.

"Click..."

A cracking sound suddenly rang out.

Xuan Yuan Daoist opened his eyes, and his pupils suddenly contracted!
On the stone platform, a ray of spiritual light representing a fragment of the sub-mirror shattered on the main mirror of the [Spiritual Insight Mirror]!

This is... a failure?!
(End of this chapter)