My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 178 My junior sister looks like a heretical cultivator no matter how you look at her.

On the other side, Su Ling'er's battle has reached a fever pitch.

"Zi la——!"

The eerie ghost flames and the strange black Buddhist light clashed and devoured each other, each collision producing a terrifying sound.

Her figure transformed into a gray phantom amidst the onslaught of dozens of cursed spirits. The wooden sword in her hand spun with a series of shrill sword flowers, continuously shattering the vengeful spirits that rushed towards her.

However, the strange old monk was the real threat.

Every time it attacked, it forced Su Ling'er to fight with all her might, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on her body.

Just then, the old monk launched another attack!

This time, Su Ling'er resolutely abandoned the wooden sword, her palms enveloped in dense ghost flames, neither dodging nor avoiding, and directly met the deadly Buddhist light!

"boom!"

The violent impact caused her entire arm to groan in pain from the strain.

Using the force of the recoil, she retreated swiftly, while her other hand moved with lightning speed, her five fingers forming a claw that tore through the air!
"Puff puff!"

With a series of Black Tiger Heart Strikes, she actually pierced through the chests of the three little monks who had pounced on her!
Without the slightest hesitation, she forcefully activated the "Sword Control Technique," drawing the pure ghostly energy and resentment from the shattered curses into her body to serve as materials for forging her sword.

Those mixed resentments gnawed wildly through her meridians, tearing at her reason.

Each time he circulated the technique, it felt like pouring red-hot iron filings into his veins.

The intense pain caused her vision to blur intermittently, but the two great martial arts techniques held onto her last shred of clarity, preventing her from completely succumbing to madness.

"Senior sister!"

From behind came Wang Xiedi's anxious roar.

Su Ling'er glanced over during a break in the battle and saw him frantically setting up some magical light barriers to protect the mother and child who were already terrified.

The woman tightly covered the child's eyes, but through her fingers, she looked at the woman fighting a bloody battle and the battlefield with a mixture of fear and bewilderment.

Just then, Wang Xiedi noticed the increasingly terrifying scene on the stage!
With each time "Shen Gang" chopped up "Shen Jiaye," the aura emanating from the reassembled figure grew colder.

At first it wasn't very noticeable, but now, the aura of resentment and malice has become almost tangible, making the air thick and sticky.

Even the old monk Zhou Yuan, who was besieging Su Ling'er, subconsciously glanced towards the stage during a break in his attack, revealing a hint of awe that even he himself was unaware of.

Wang Xiedi's heart sank, and he shouted hoarsely:

"Senior sister! Watch out for that thing on the stage! We have to stop it! Its aura... is getting increasingly strange!"

"I know! But I can't get away!"

Su Ling'er roared in response, feeling both anxious and powerless.

Before the words were finished, the loud chopping sound of meat being chopped on the stage abruptly stopped.

The entire space fell into a moment of deathly silence.

The next second, a soaring aura suddenly erupted from the direction of the stage!
That was no longer resentment or ghostly energy, but a higher level of spiritual pressure!

"boom--!!!"

A terrifying shockwave swept across the entire area like a tsunami!

That aura alone was enough to make Su Ling'er, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, cough up blood and fly backward!

The defensive formations she had previously set up were instantly shattered!
Wang Xiedi's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he threw out all the low-level defensive magic treasures issued by the sect!
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Amidst a series of crisp sounds of magical artifacts shattering, the light barrier teetered on the brink of collapse, barely managing to protect himself and the mother and child behind him.

That aura... there's no mistake!

It's the Core Formation stage!

Are you kidding...

How could they possibly defeat someone who had reached the Core Formation stage?!

Amidst the ruins, Su Ling'er struggled to her feet, her body covered in blood, ghostly flames surging wildly around her, as if they were about to go out of control at any moment.

The excruciating pain nearly tore her mind apart, but she just stared intently at the terrifying figure that had materialized on the stage.

"Roar--!"

She let out a roar that was not human, and once again transformed into a streak of gray-black light, charging towards Shen Jiaye!
However, the gap between Foundation Establishment and Core Formation is as vast as heaven and earth.

Faced with this desperate attack, Shen Jiaye on the stage seemed to show a hint of confusion.

She seemed not to understand why this fellow human would attack her.

She just waved her hand casually.

"boom!"

An irresistible force slammed into Su Ling'er instantly.

She felt as if her spine had been smashed by an invisible giant hammer, and every inch of her bones was screaming in agony.

Su Ling'er was sent flying backward, leaving a trail of blood droplets that crashed into a distant stone wall before rolling to the ground. "Cough... Pfft!"

She spat out a mouthful of scalding liquid mixed with fragments of internal organs.

It’s not over yet…

She could no longer hear anything in her right ear, only a constant buzzing.

His vision began to blur, and the figures of Wang Xiedi and the mother and child split into countless overlapping images before his eyes.

The strongest person present was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator like her...

She...can't fall down yet...

Clinging to that last shred of willpower, she forced herself to stand up again!

The Sword Practice Technique frantically squeezed out the raging ghost energy, resentment, and death energy within her body, continuously injecting these materials into her body, which was on the verge of collapse.

She roared and charged forward once again!
Even among their own kind, such an offensive act completely disgusted Shen Jiaye.

She stopped waving and appeared in front of Su Ling'er in a flash.

The pale, swollen hand thrust out, ready to utterly end this constantly provocative "kind."

Just then, a figure suddenly shoved Su Ling'er aside.

It is Wang Xiedi.

He used all his strength to stand in front of her.

At this moment, Su Ling'er's consciousness seemed to be ripped out of her body.

She watched helplessly as the pale hand clearly stabbed towards Wang Xiedi's forehead.

Time seems to be infinitely stretched.

Everything is about to end...

Just as she completely gave up and her senses began to shut down, the whole world seemed to be muted.

Boom!
Wang Xiedi closed his eyes, preparing to face his first and last death.

The chill of death had already touched his forehead, and time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

Endless regret welled up in my heart.

Why didn't I cultivate properly?
My senior brother had already passed on that supreme divine skill to me. If I hadn't wasted time on those trivial matters, perhaps I wouldn't be so powerless now...

He couldn't even protect his senior sister...

So be it... at least I died before my senior sister...

Boom!
A deep, yet incredibly clear, bang resounded, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The expected death did not come.

She shakily opened her eyes, and then she saw... a foot.

A foot wearing a black cloud-patterned boot effortlessly stepped on the ghostly hand's wrist, rendering it immobile and unable to move forward an inch.

A lazy sound, accompanied by a yawn, came from above.

"Sigh... Ha~"

"Ahem, I was busy playing cards... oops, busy planning the sect, so I'm a little late... hmm?"

Su Ling'er's gaze slowly moved along that foot.

She saw the familiar black hem of the dress, and that face that always seemed languid yet all-knowing.

Is it... Senior Brother?

Is this... a hallucination before death?

This is not an illusion...

In that instant, Su Ling'er herself did not realize that her tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

he came.

Even deep within that sense of security, a touch of emotion—something she herself despised—swelled up...

So... he finally... came after all...

Lin Qingfeng glanced at Wang Xiedi, who was trembling in front of him, and then looked down at the Curse at his feet.

Finally, his gaze fell on Su Ling'er, who stood not far away, radiating ghostly energy, with bloodshot eyes and covered in blood.

Lin Qingfeng's eye twitched violently involuntarily.

"Holy crap! My junior sister looks like a heretical cultivator now?!"

(End of this chapter)