My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 227 You... have a Stand user?!
Within this demonic sect, they endured all sorts of torment and terror.

But this is the first time I've ever watched helplessly as my senior brother ruthlessly kills us undercover agents for the sake of an opportunity.

That casualness, that indifference, was as insignificant as crushing an ant.

A chilling feeling, like the fox mourning the death of a rabbit, spread uncontrollably from the depths of my heart to my entire body.

They are ultimately different from these heretical practitioners; they cannot be so indifferent.

Even so, like the Yinling Academy, once you leave, it's all just a dream.

But today, the eldest brother can kill Dong Changsheng without hesitation in order to steal the opportunity and make him get out of the secret realm.

What about tomorrow?

If an opportunity that only I can trigger appears tomorrow, will he also use the same method to blast me into dust and then take everything away?
What if it didn't happen in the Yinling Academy or the Guixi Secret Realm?

At that time, we might not only have our opportunities snatched away, but we might have been completely killed and our cultivation destroyed.

Once this thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Su Ling'er felt a wave of suffocation.

Wang Xiedi was in a similar situation. He stared blankly at his hands, which he had just learned the "Mirror Flower Water Moon Step," looking dejected.

He couldn't understand why his senior brother could so easily kill his senior brother Dong.
What exactly did Senior Brother Dong do to offend Senior Brother, to the point that he was willing to turn against him for personal gain?

Despite their fruitful harvest, Su Ling'er and Wang Xiedi still looked somewhat disappointed.

……

As the river god completely vanished, this blessed land trembled even more violently.

Cracks appeared in the sky, the earth split open, and the clear river dried up instantly.

The entire secret realm is on the verge of collapse.

Amidst the collapsed ruins, two distinct paths appeared before everyone.

One path leads back to the canyon they came from, where the roar of the rotting wood dragon has ceased.

The other path is a secluded trail newly opened up in the deepest part of the secret realm, its destination unknown.

Lin Qingfeng pondered for a moment.

Since Dong Changsheng discovered this entire adventure, this new path that appeared due to the collapse of the secret realm must also lead to some good place.

He decided to go back and rejoin the main force first.

When the group emerged from the crevice and returned to the canyon, the scene before them was nothing short of a carnival.

The massive body of the rotten wood dragon had fallen in the center of the canyon.

Dozens of Guixi Sect disciples were dismembering the enormous dragon corpse.

"This wooden dragon really does shed dragon tendons! These dragon tendons are excellent materials for crafting magical artifacts! They're mine!"

"Don't take it! This piece of rotten heartwood is mine! It'll be incredibly nourishing for alchemy!"

"Get out of the way! Nobody touch the largest demon core on the dragon's head until Senior Brother returns!"

They had a clear division of labor: some were peeling off the hard bark from the wooden dragon, some were digging out the demon core embedded in its bones, and some were even collecting the black liquid dripping from the corpse.

Upon seeing Lin Qingfeng and the others appear, the players who were dissecting the dragon corpse all looked up and greeted them.

"Senior Brother! You're back!"

"Huh? Where's that human treasure hunter Dong Changsheng?"

Lin Qingfeng shrugged, looking helpless.

"Don't even mention it. The ultimate opportunity inside is a huge ball of light that relentlessly chases after Dong Changsheng, and you can't shake it off no matter what."

"There's no other way. I can't just stand by and watch him hoard such a good thing, can I? So, I have to kill him and redistribute the rewards."

"Well done, Chairman!"

"Exactly! Why should this scoundrel get all the benefits!"

Players overwhelmingly agreed, clearly believing the move was reasonable, even wise and decisive.

Lin Qingfeng smiled and began distributing the spoils.

He distributed most of the swords he obtained from the river god to the core members of the team, drawing cheers from the crowd.

Then, with a thought, the spirit behind the chattering river god slowly appeared behind him. "Hello, honest and noisy young people..." the river god waved to the crowd.

All the players were stunned by what they saw.

"Holy crap! Guild Master is awesome! You... have a Stand user?!"

"A ghost! You can actually get your hands on one of these?! That's so cool!"

"Waaaaah... I want that too! Why can't I have such a wonderful encounter!"

Jealousy and envy instantly spread through the crowd.

One wealthy player even directly asked, "Guild Leader! Name your price! Are you selling this spirit?!"

Lin Qingfeng laughed triumphantly and patted the illusory image of the River God beside him.

"Hehe, not for sale."

As the collapse of the secret realm ended, the other players and NPCs in the cave also came out and rejoined the main group.

Lin Qingfeng began distributing the equipment mass-produced by the River God.

He distributed the dozens of the highest-grade Ancient Swords to the core players in the team who had the highest damage output, drawing cheers from the crowd.

He also kept a few as spares.

Then, he looked at the remaining three NPCs.

He glanced at Wang Xiedi and shook his head.

This guy hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet; his cultivation is too weak. Giving him the ancient sword would be a waste, as he can't control it.

He then looked at Li Chunfeng and asked, "Junior Brother Li, there are a few ancient swords here. Would you like to exchange one? It's better than your wooden sword, isn't it?"

Li Chunfeng stroked the wooden sword at his waist and shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother. But this wooden sword is enough."

Seeing this, Lin Qingfeng did not insist.

Finally, he took a gleaming ancient sword and threw it in front of Su Ling'er.

"Here, junior sister, you can use this one first."

Su Ling'er blankly accepted the ancient sword.

The sword exudes a sharp sword aura, demonstrating its extraordinary nature.

Her heart was in utter chaos at that moment.

She didn't know what to think.

To be fair, ever since I entered this demonic sect, my senior brother has been... tormenting me quite a bit, but sometimes he's been quite good to me too.

He generously gave me cultivation techniques, resources, and even now, mass-produced ancient swords...

but……

The thought of how he had ruthlessly blasted others to smithereens for his own gain, even though she knew they weren't truly dead, still stirred a deep sense of resentment within her.

That indifference to life itself was something she could never accept.

But now, this demon has thrown this gift, tainted by karma, into his own hands.

She was disappointed and conflicted.

But she still accepted the sword.

She needs strength.

She wants to pursue her own path to immortality and uphold the righteous path in her heart. Without power, everything is just empty talk.

Even if this power was bestowed upon her by the demon... she had to accept it.

Then, she used this power to follow what she believed to be the right "path".

Su Ling'er lowered her head, her expression somber, burying her complex emotions deep within.

Lin Qingfeng noticed that his junior sister kept her head down and didn't say anything after receiving the sword, which seemed rather strange to him.

So, he asked.

(End of this chapter)