My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 159 Deepest condolences for the passing of Su Ling'er, the Holy Maiden of the Guixi Sect!
"Don't worry too much. How can we mortals possibly understand the affairs of cultivators?"

"And, Ling'er, she..."

“The path of cultivation is inherently arduous; one cannot simply turn back. Since she has chosen this path, she must walk it on her own.”

Even so, he had more worries than anyone else.

However, the result Su Ling'er obtained was a "four-element pseudo-spiritual root".

Although she could cultivate compared to her younger siblings who had no spiritual roots, she only had pseudo-spiritual roots, and her path to immortality remained distant.

Even the major sects wouldn't give her a second glance.

Unfortunately, Su Ling'er was stubborn, and he had to pull strings and, coincidentally, Qingxu Temple was recruiting outer disciples at that time, which allowed her to enter the sect.

He often tossed and turned at night, wondering whether his initial decision was right or wrong.

perhaps……

We should really listen to the lady and let her come back soon so she can find a good family to marry into in Anhe City and live a peaceful life. That would be a blessing in itself.

For some reason, something strange has been going on in the city lately; I have a bad feeling about it…

……

Guixi Sect.

Inside Su Ling'er's bamboo house.

How could my senior brother possibly hold a funeral for me every week?!

Am I going to have to squeeze in with those vengeful ghosts and mummies again?
No, I don't want that kind of thing!
She quickly shrank into the blankets, pulled them over her head, and pretended she hadn't heard anything.

boom! boom! boom!
A clear knock sounded on the door.

Immediately following was the familiar yet chilling voice of the eldest disciple.

He even spoke in a cheerful tone, his voice penetrating the door and the blankets, reaching her ears.

"Junior Sister, wake up! It's time to send you to your next life!"

No!
Are you really serious?!
God!

Can you please stay away from me?!
I don't want a funeral! I don't want to go into a coffin anymore!

Boom! Boom! ! Boom! ! !

The knocking became louder.

"Junior sister, you must be brave enough to face your own death; this is also a form of spiritual practice."

"If you don't open the door soon, I'm going to barge in!"

"Who knows what might happen then?"

At the same time, the sound of the suona horn also woke up everyone in the various thatched huts.

The undercover agents, still half-asleep, pushed open the door, rubbed their eyes, and looked out the window, where they saw countless pieces of paper money floating in the air.

No, someone died again?
Who is it this time?

Could it be that a powerful figure in the demonic path has finally died to the point where a funeral is necessary?
But how did this funeral procession end up passing through our area?

This place is so desolate, is it because we took a shortcut?

Li Chunfeng yawned as he walked out of the thatched hut, stretching as he habitually drew his wooden sword and sheathed it.

He squinted at the paper money in the sky, smacked his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just increased the frequency of the "clanging" in his hands.

Then, everyone witnessed a scene that they would never forget.

The eldest brother, Lin Qingfeng, kicked open the door of the bamboo house. After a chaotic scene, he dragged Su Ling'er out and shoved her into a jade coffin.

Wang Xiedi's pupils dilated in shock upon witnessing this scene.

No way?
Is Senior Sister going to be subjected to another funeral-like ordeal by Senior Brother?!
Could it be... that Senior Sister hasn't been completing her sect missions well enough lately?

Or did something go wrong in his cultivation, angering that capricious and unpredictable demon?

So you're going to use this torturous and evil method to train my senior sister again?!

No!

I missed so many details last time because I wasn't with my senior!

This time, I must see it clearly from beginning to end!
Senior sister...you've suffered so much!!!
Just as he was thinking this, Lin Qingfeng slammed the coffin lid shut with a "bang," then clapped his hands in satisfaction and turned to look at the group of dumbfounded undercover agents.

"Hey, are you awake?"

A kind smile appeared on his face.

"Perfect timing. Seeing how curious you all are, I've prepared a few coffins for you. Come on over, let's travel together and keep each other company on the journey." As soon as he finished speaking, another thirteen wooden coffins flew out from the funeral procession and lined up in front of everyone with a clang.

Thirteen coffins, neatly arranged.

The undercover agents: "??????"

Wait, what's going on?!

……

Lin Qingfeng made a "please" gesture, his posture elegant, as if he were inviting a distinguished guest to take their seat rather than inviting someone into a coffin.

"Fellow disciples, please come in."

This immediately caused an uproar among the undercover agents who were still confused about the situation, and their panic reached its peak.

What?! He wants us to go into the coffin too?!

What is this going to do? !

Are they...are they going to bury us all alive?!

I knew it! I knew the Demonic Sect wouldn't let us off so easily!

Please, no one wants to die, and if you're going to die, don't drag us down with you!
Although everyone was still terrified, they ultimately chose to wait and see.

So, under the "kind" gaze of Lin Qingfeng and his fellow players, the thirteen undercover agents lay down one by one into the wooden coffins prepared for them.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

It was Dong Changsheng's turn.

He took a deep breath, straightened his robes, and as a "leader," he needed to project an image of composure.

He walked with steady steps toward his coffin.

However, a hand stopped him.

It is Lin Qingfeng.

Just to be on the safe side, he decided to disinfect it again, lest he accidentally start thanking himself again!
“Junior Brother Dong,” Lin Qingfeng said with a warm smile, “before you depart, let me give you some more courage to move forward.”

Dong Changsheng was taken aback, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Before he could react, Lin Qingfeng had already raised his hand.

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
Several crisp, loud slaps landed on his face again.

The remaining undercover agents, already lying in their coffins in complete darkness, clearly heard the muffled and humiliating sounds of the blows.

Their hearts clenched instantly!
Just by the sound, you can tell that Senior Brother Dong has been beaten again!

At this final moment, in front of everyone!

Boundless fear and compassion spread in the darkness.

It turns out that even someone like Senior Brother Dong is nothing more than a plaything that can be bullied at will in this den of demons!
Senior Brother Dong! That was so difficult!!!
Lin Qingfeng stopped what he was doing and carefully examined Dong Changsheng's eyes.

well.

Those eyes were filled with humiliation and resentment, yet dared not speak out against it!
It feels great to the touch!
Virus removal successful, you can now travel with peace of mind!
Lin Qingfeng released his hand with satisfaction and patted his shoulder: "Alright, now that your Dao heart is stable, go in."

Dong Changsheng trembled all over and climbed into the coffin without saying a word, in a rather disheveled manner.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

As the last few coffin lids closed one by one, boundless darkness and deathly silence instantly engulfed everyone.

Lin Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction, then with a flick of his wrist, a "Human Emperor Banner" filled with the incessant wailing of ghosts appeared in his hand.

With a gentle shake, a chilling wind howled and ghostly energy surged into the sky!
The spirits captured from the dungeon emerged from the banner and silently walked to the thirteen coffins, transforming into palanquin bearers.

The entire funeral procession was extremely bizarre.

Just then, a high-pitched yet mournful chant resounded throughout the wilderness.

It is Lin Qingfeng.

"Deepest condolences on the passing of Su Ling'er, the Holy Maiden of the Guixi Sect!!!"

"Of course, there are also those dozen or so insignificant people!"

"wrong."

"And those ten insignificant people, as well as... Junior Brother Li Chunfeng, and Junior Brother Dong Changsheng, let's add Wang Xiedi too!"

(End of this chapter)