My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 195 Lin Dasheng, quickly withdraw your supernatural powers!!!

Shen Jiaye's figure froze for a moment, then melted into a pool of shadow, seeping into the cracks in the ground and disappearing in an instant.

Lin Qingfeng's lips curled slightly, as if he had finished doing this "good deed".

I bet Wa, my junior, will be very happy to see this figure when you wake up!
He then put away the Myriad Souls Banner, lay down on the Jade Bed, and logged off.

……

The next day, before dawn.

It seemed as if some liquid had been poured onto Wang Xiedi's face.

His eyelids twitched, and a chilling aura brushed against his cheek.

A drop of liquid slid slowly down his cheek, leaving a sticky trail.

He subconsciously reached out and touched it, his fingertips only touching a slippery surface.

At the same time, a cold, bloody, and putrid stench assaulted his nostrils.

Wang Xiedi froze.

He opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a thick tuft of hair that almost blocks out all the light.

And behind that gap in the hair...

His two eyes were fixed straight on him, meeting his gaze.

Those were eyes without pupils, just two murky white spheres, the skin and flesh around the eyes all swollen and oozing with death.

At that moment, those eyes were less than three inches from his face.

Wang Xiedi's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

The blood in his body also stopped flowing.

A thought, which he should have left far behind, now turned into a nightmare, rising from the depths of his mind.

Where... is this?

Did I... not escape from that haunted house at all?!
Was everything that happened before just a dream?
Did I actually never leave that haunted house, and still have to face those curses?
Just as fear was about to consume Wang Xiedi's mind, he saw a talisman float out from his head, which was covered in bloated flesh.

The talisman ignited without fire, and Lin Qingfeng's unique voice flowed from it, its tone drawn out, carrying a sleepy quality:
"Hey, junior Wa."

“I was not thoughtful enough before. I was only focused on helping you ‘restore your husbandly authority’. Once you came back, I forgot to arrange for your wife to be by your side.”

"Although Shen Jiaye is not good-looking and her hair is not very good, isn't she the same when the lights are off? You can make her another 'beacon of the Way', which will greatly benefit your cultivation."

"However, given your unusual hobby, I won't be giving you a grand wedding."

This is all I can do as your elder brother.

"No need to thank me, brother. Remember, treat her well. I'm entrusting her to you now."

"Of course, I'll still take it back to use when I need her for work or fighting. I hope that when I see you again, you'll have set it as a 'beacon of enlightenment,' and your cultivation level will no longer be at the peak of the fifth level of Qi Refining. Don't let your brother's efforts go to waste!!!"

The talisman turned to ashes, and Lin Qingfeng's voice also disappeared.

Inside the wooden house, all was silent; deathly stillness enveloped everything once more.

Wang Xie stood frozen in place, his brain shutting down for a full ten breaths.

Then, he exploded.

"Who would want a wife like that?!"

"Last time you gave me that whole 're-establishing the husband's authority' thing was already outrageous enough!"

When did I ever say I was going to marry her?!

You actually sent me a ghost wife! Are you trying to scare me to death every morning?!

His gaze, uncontrollably fixed on Shen Jiaye before him, fell once more. Her face, puffy and swollen, was expressionless, but her eyes, where the pupils and whites were blended into one, were murky and fixed on him, revealing only the greed of someone eyeing prey.

From between her half-open lips and rotten teeth, she kept squeezing out "cluck...cluck...cluck..." and "ho...ho..." sounds, like a thick phlegm being pulled by a bellows deep in her throat.

A string of viscous fluid, carrying a putrid stench, was dripping down the corner of her mouth.

Wang Xiedi clearly sensed that there was a force, though intangible, that was firmly binding Shen Jiaye's movements, preventing her from launching any attack against him, not even by stirring up a gentle breeze.

But this did not give him the slightest sense of security!
Senior Brother! Could you please take her back?

I always feel that if you're careless one day, or if I'm not paying attention, she'll pounce on me and bite me!

I really don't need Shen Jiaye to be my wife!

I appreciate your kindness, but please take it back!

Great Sage Lin, quickly retract your supernatural powers!!!

And...and he even threw a lavish wedding...and treated her so well...what can I possibly do to her?!

She's a Core Formation stage cultivator with a curse! I'm just a Qi Refining stage nobodies! Do you think I'd resort to domestic violence against her?!

I feel like I'm the one being abused!
However, no matter how much he roared in his heart, reality would not change.

In Wang Xiedi's heart, the last spark of resistance was extinguished.

He took a deep breath, and facing his "new bride," he lowered his stance and spoke in a consultative tone, carefully choosing his words:
"Um...Ms. Shen? Could you...could you stand a little further away from me?"

Shen Jiaye tilted her head slightly, as if trying to understand his words.

After a moment, her body slowly floated backward and finally stopped at the corner of the room.

But those eyes remained fixed on him like nails, their undisguised craving for food overflowing within them.

The bubbly sounds "cluck...cluck..." and "ho...ho..." never stopped.

Wang Xie looked at the figure in the corner of the room, then at the drool on the ground that had expanded in size, and felt his mental strength being drained away.

"Ugh……"

He exhaled a breath of stale air from his chest, as if he were expelling all his strength.

But, in order to become stronger, and to no longer be as powerless as before...

He closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged again.

"Never mind... never mind..."

He activated the "True Scripture of Myriad Forms of the Mortal World," sketching Shen Jiaye's distorted face in his sea of ​​consciousness as his guiding light to begin his cultivation.

Start practicing.

……

On the other side, in the wilderness, among countless different kinds of houses, only one thatched hut stands alone.

Ye Longtao's eyelids trembled, and his consciousness broke free from the chaos and floated upward.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a few dry, withered blades of grass, and a sliver of morning light shining through the gaps in the grass.

In the light, countless dust particles swirled and danced.

He blinked, his mind blank.

This is...where?
He tried to prop himself up, and a tearing pain shot through his body, causing him to gasp in shock.

He looked around and saw four walls of cracked mud bricks and a wooden plank bed beneath him that hurt his bones. It was covered with only a layer of thatch, with the bed board sparsely visible.

A musty smell mixed with the scent of earth filled my nostrils.

Ye Longtao's brows furrowed instantly.

How did I end up sleeping in a place like this?
(End of this chapter)