My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 166 One person lost!
"Immortal... Immortal Master, can't we... can't we just stay here?"

"Yes, Immortal Master!"

"Although it's scary here, at least there's light so we can see each other."

"That corridor is dark and gloomy, what if..."

They preferred to remain within this known strangeness rather than step into the unknown darkness that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

Su Ling'er felt a pang of pity and was about to speak to comfort them when Dong Changsheng turned around, glanced at their terrified faces, and said with a pained expression.

"You people, this isn't how you behave!"

"We kindly wanted to help you fight your way out, and you're trying to negotiate with me?"

"How could you do this to us?!"

"I..." The group of people were taken aback by his shout.

Dong Changsheng didn't give them a chance to explain at all. He stepped forward, his aura overwhelming:

"Do you think there's any danger right now? Do you think the main issue is whether that corridor is dark or whether people will die?"

"Wrong! Utterly wrong! The key point of this matter is not whether you will be in danger!"

"The key is that you must learn to think about problems using a 'winner's mindset'!"

"I'm saving you! I'm giving you a chance! Don't you understand?!"

The undercover disciples behind him immediately chimed in, their words filled with the disdain of cultivators for mortals.

Li Chunfeng remained silent, only repeatedly drawing his sword with a clanging sound.

Su Ling'er couldn't bear it, so she quickly stepped in to smooth things over, trying to soothe the situation in a gentle voice:
"Don't be afraid, everyone. Just now... just now, what Senior Brother Dong meant was that staying here is just as dangerous. If you come with us, you'll have someone to look after you. We will do our best to protect you all."

Wang Xiedi immediately followed suit, puffing out his chest and trying his best to appear reliable:

"That's right! As righteous cultivators, we will do our best to take on the responsibility of protecting you!"

However, Dong Changsheng suddenly turned to Su Ling'er and Wang Xiedi, his face showing some disappointment.

"Protect? What are you talking about?!"

"Is the focus of this matter on protecting them? No! What they need is to grow!"

"It's the courage to save themselves! Your womanly compassion will only harm them, making them forever a weakling who needs protection!"

"You didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of you!"

"Your good intentions are ruining their only chance to become strong!"

These words stunned both Su Ling'er and Wang Xiedi.

No, is that phrase used here?

People can really die!

Dong Changsheng ignored them and turned back to the group of trembling ordinary people.

"Look at yourselves! Timid and hesitant, unable to move forward!"

"You're not afraid of the darkness; you're afraid of success! You're afraid of becoming strong!"

"Follow me, you may die, but you will die like heroes!"

"You died to break free from the shackles of fate! You died on the path of the charge!"

"If you stay here, you might live a little longer, but you will live as cowards, as trash, as worthless scum, and in the end you will be crushed like insects!"

"Tell me! Isn't the key point of this matter that I gave you a chance to choose not to be cowards?!"

"Now, the choice is in your hands! Do you want to die here like trash, or..."

"Summon the greatest courage you've ever had, and come with me to celebrate your...success!"

Tell me! What are your choices?!

finally.

Looking at Dong Changsheng's confident face, they seemed to see a savior who could lead them to the light.

"I...we'll go with the immortal!"

"That's right! We'd rather die on the front lines!"

"The Immortal Master is right! I don't want to be a coward anymore!"

Su Ling'er and Wang Xiedi saw that these ordinary people obeyed their orders and did not cause chaos, so they did not say much.

Perhaps Senior Brother Dong really has his reasons, but we cultivators just can't understand them?
So these ordinary people huddled tightly behind the undercover team, their eyes wide open, afraid that something might pounce out from among them.

The group moved step by step into the dark corridor. Su Ling'er walked in the middle of the group, her divine sense and spiritual power at their peak, vigilantly scanning her surroundings.

The sound of everyone's footsteps was amplified in the narrow space, mingling with their own breathing and heartbeats, along with Li Chunfeng's rapid, resounding voice, constantly intertwining in this small space.

At the very back of the procession was a young peddler dressed in a coarse cloth shirt.

He kept turning around nervously, as if afraid something was following him from behind.

Just as he turned back for the last time, turning his gaze back to the front.

His footsteps...

suddenly!

And so it stopped.

His eyes, wide open in fear, reflected an image almost touching the tip of his nose.

Unbeknownst to him, a face had somehow emerged from the flat shadow on the mottled wall beside him.

It was a child's face, with bluish-gray skin taut on his cheekbones, and eyes devoid of any emotion, only darkness.

The peddler felt as if an invisible hand was choking him. He wanted to scream, but found that he had even lost the instinct to breathe.

Before he could react, the mouth on that face stretched into a terrifying, inhuman arc.

A small hand emerged from the shadows, its five fingers spread wide, covering his face and blocking his mouth and nose.

"Well... uh..."

He couldn't even make a sound of struggle, only managing to squeeze out faint breaths from deep in his throat.

His legs moved weakly, but it was as if he was stepping on cotton, without making a sound.

The next second, the shadow silently swallowed him whole.

The only trace he left of the world was the arc of his shoe sole as he was dragged across the ground...

"[Lightning Strike]!"

"No flash!"

In stark contrast to the cold and dark outside, another corner of the lobby was bathed in a halo of light, forming a warm little haven.

Lin Qingfeng, "Ji", and the scholar were sitting cross-legged, and several talisman cards on the ground in front of them were emitting a faint spiritual light.

With a soft shout from Lin Qingfeng, the [Thunder Strike] talisman in his hand transformed into a streak of light, striking a character card in front of the scholar.

The scholar was careless; the talisman in his hand did not have the [Dodge] ability.

The card had a phantom image made of aura.

A peddler carrying goods on a shoulder pole.

He had only one drop of blood left on his head. With a sway of his body, blood sprayed out, and his health bar returned to zero.

However, when Lin Qingfeng unleashed his final attack, [Thunder Strike], he inadvertently leaked a bit of his spiritual power in order to create momentum!
In an instant, an invisible and profound power, following the veins of the talisman, not only exploded within the small world of the card game, but also had a ripple effect that seeped outwards along the ground...

Inside the pitch-black corridor.

At the very front of the group, Dong Changsheng was about to give a lecture to the people behind him.

"What are you saying?! It's because of your weak-minded thinking..."

A bolt of purple lightning suddenly appeared out of thin air from the ceiling and struck the top of his head!

boom! ! !
The blinding flash of light instantly illuminated the entire corridor, and everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Their spiritual leader, Dong Changsheng, was enveloped in purple lightning, his hair stood on end, his body convulsed violently, and he spewed out a plume of black smoke before collapsing to the ground.

"Senior Brother Dong... Senior Brother Dong?!"

"Immortal Master!!!"

Fortunately, the lightning bolt wasn't very strong.

Dong Changsheng was very lucky. The lightning that struck him down left a charred hole in the wall, but then a thin arc of electricity shot out with a "sizzle" and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

From the darkness came a shrill, inhuman scream, then all was quiet.

The charred figure... actually got up again.

"Cough...cough..."

Dong Changsheng leaned against the wall, swaying as he steadied himself. When he opened his mouth, another wisp of smoke mixed with the smell of burning came out.

His body was charred black, his clothes were torn, and his hair was frizzy and messy, making him look extremely miserable.

(End of this chapter)