My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 158 Junior Sister, from now on, your funeral will be held every Monday!
"Why...why have so many predecessors failed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

Su Ling'er finally couldn't help but ask.

"So many people from the sect have died, is it really... alright?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingfeng picked at his ear, then began to spout nonsense with a straight face:

"Death? Junior Sister, your perspective is still too narrow."

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"You only saw 'fall,' but you never saw 'reincarnation.'"

You only saw the extinction of 'form', but you did not understand the eternity of 'Tao'.

Heaven and earth are the furnace, creation is the craftsman, and all living beings rise and fall within it.

Today's death may be for tomorrow's rebirth, accumulating strength for an even more powerful breakthrough next time.

The path of cultivation is inherently about facing death to be born; without understanding this, the path to the Nascent Soul stage is ultimately just a mirage.

His cryptic words left Su Ling'er completely bewildered.

Although I don't understand it, it seems to make a lot of sense.

"Moreover,"

"The reason they failed, in the final analysis, is that they didn't have enough resources and their foundation wasn't deep enough, do you understand?"

"The attempt to break through to the Nascent Soul stage is extremely dangerous. Without thorough preparation, it is almost certain death."

Su Ling'er nodded as if she understood, then asked another question that had been bothering her:
"Then...with so many people dead, do we...really not need to hold any funerals for them?"

Lin Qingfeng waved his hand dismissively, his expression extremely carefree.

"We didn't need it last time, so naturally we won't need it this time either. Junior Sister, you're being too formalistic!"
The dead are gone, the living remain; the great way is merciless, yet it never ceases to turn.

We cultivators should be courageous and diligent, always looking forward. How can we be bound by the cumbersome formalities of the past?

Being burdened by the deceased is a sign of a lack of steadfastness in one's faith.

Su Ling'er was completely stunned.

Why? !
So many powerful Golden Core cultivators who were trying to break through to the Nascent Soul stage died, and you just dismiss it with a simple "don't be so rigid about formalities"?!
I'm just a Foundation Establishment cultivator pretending to be sick, and you're going to drag the entire sect into such a grand and extravagant funeral for me?!

With the coffin being carried and the basin being smashed, the whole scene was like a send-off for someone ascending to heaven!
This double standard is just too blatant!
Even though I feel so valued, I just can't feel happy at all!

"Junior Sister,"

Lin Qingfeng seemed to see through her thoughts, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

"Judging from your expression, do you feel it's unfair and really want to experience being the center of attention again?"

Su Ling'er shook her head vigorously: "No! I didn't! I didn't!"

"Don't be shy,"

Lin Qingfeng patted her shoulder understandingly, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a sulking child.

"I understand you."

"It must have been the last funeral that made you feel valued and gave you a sense of presence and belonging within the sect, right?"

Su Ling'er almost choked: "No! Don't talk nonsense! I didn't!"

"Don't worry, I've completely seen through you." Lin Qingfeng's eyes were full of wisdom.

"Our sect has always valued you, our Holy Maiden, highly."

"We'll not only throw a huge funeral for you, but we'll also... hold one every week from now on!"

"what?"

"Didn't we agree not to be bound by formalities?"

Su Ling'er's expression froze instantly.

"But junior sister, you're different! You're unique! It needs to be held every week, rain or shine!"

Lin Qingfeng held up one finger, his face serious. "Don't worry! I always keep my word!"

After all, the Yinlingyuan dungeon only refreshes once a week. If it refreshed every day, we'd be holding a funeral for you every day!
Make you feel right at home every day!
Su Ling'er's heart was no longer just in a frenzy, but in a state of utter chaos.

Are you deaf?!
Who wants to throw themselves a funeral every week?!
What kind of demonic curse is this?!

Did I desecrate your ancestral grave in my past life to deserve this?!
Rain or shine?! It's okay to be a little slow at times like this, please!

……

After calming down his junior sister, Lin Qingfeng opened the sect channel to see which old men had been making such a fuss last night, like setting off fireworks.

【Zongmen Channel】

[Lin Qingfeng]: I say, which of you were the ones who were dealing with your inner demons last night? It was like a dumpling-making operation, the noise was a bit too much, wasn't it?

[Shen Nong]: Hehe, President, I'm in! I have to say, that Inner Demon Illusion is amazing! It's incredibly diverse, provides an excellent experience, and deserves five stars!

[Lu Wu]: Me too! After self-destructing and losing a level, I used pills to level up again and try again. This feeling is awesome! It's just that the cost of pills is a bit too much.

[Shi Gandang]: It's mainly because taking drugs is too expensive, otherwise I could do it a few more times. Next time anyone tries it, remember to call me, I'll go over and get some spiritual energy to temper my body.

[Offering]: Oh heavens! I'm so envious of you all!!
【Yan Bu Liu】: Oh, the land! I'm so envious of you guys!!

Lin Qingfeng understood the scene from last night; it turned out to be just a few veteran players.

After they self-destructed and lost levels when advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, they frantically used pills and spent money to push their levels back up, and then continued to try to reach the Nascent Soul stage, just so they could experience that wonderful inner demon tribulation a few more times.

Although no one actually advanced, the illusion was created that "countless Golden Core experts in the sect lined up to attempt to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and then fell one after another."

Lin Qingfeng turned off the channel with satisfaction.

This is good, as it better demonstrates the profound heritage of my Guixi Sect.

There are countless Golden Core cultivators who can break through to the Nascent Soul stage, so isn't that just what can intimidate those new disciples?

Although not a single one has successfully broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, that doesn't matter!
Just get the momentum right!

……

Days passed by like this.

The undercover agents were terrified to discover that the surge of spiritual energy had actually become a daily occurrence within the sect.

Every now and then, a beam of light would shoot up from some corner, only to dissipate with a deafening roar.

They have gone from initial fear to numbness, and now they can even calmly look up in the direction of the explosion before continuing to do their tasks.

However, they no longer dared to easily try to use the [Spiritual Mirror] to transmit information.

Who knows if another demon attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage will suddenly appear and shatter their divine senses once more.

On this day, Su Ling'er woke up in her bamboo house as usual.

"Drip-drop—! Drip-drop—!"

In her hazy state, she seemed to hear the faint sounds of a funeral procession, the suona horn, and the clamor of gongs and drums coming from outside the bamboo house.

It seems someone has died and is being buried.

Su Ling'er jolted awake and instantly became clear-headed.

My hair stood on end, and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

No way? !

I guess I was just passing by...

What the eldest brother said last time... was definitely a joke, right?

Through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, she saw a familiar coffin.

A jade coffin that has been warmed for ten thousand years!
……

And the other side.

Anhe City, Su Mansion.

The Su family was having a meal in the inner hall.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Su looked at the empty seat and couldn't help but sigh:
"I wonder how Ling'er is doing in her cultivation at Qingxu Temple. It's been more than three years since she went up the mountain. I wonder when she will be able to come back and visit."

When his daughter was mentioned, Su Ling'er's father, Su Hongyuan, smiled less.

"Speaking of which, even the Tianlu Sect cultivators who guard Anhe City have recently disappeared without a trace..."

"I hope nothing bad is going to happen."

(End of this chapter)