My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 244 Senior Brother!!!

"You use demonic power, yet you accuse me of harming my disciples. Isn't that a contradiction?"

"This is different!"

"Enough." The smile on Xuan Yuan Daoist's face vanished, and his expression became indifferent. "Your death will be more painful than theirs. After all, your body doesn't seem to be as fragile as theirs. Just bear with it."

Before he finished speaking, the golden hook magic weapon in his hand flew out and transformed into a magnificent and majestic stream of light. Wherever the golden light reached, the black mist evaporated completely, and that pure and righteous aura rushed straight towards Su Ling'er!

It was too fast, so fast that Su Ling'er couldn't even track its trajectory. She could only watch helplessly as the light magnified infinitely in her pupils, devouring everything.

It was over. Wang Xiedi, who was hiding at the edge of the fog, also witnessed this scene.

He hated himself.

He hated himself for being a pseudo-spiritual root, and hated himself for being only at the Qi Refining stage.

He hated his so-called "responsibility" and "duty," which proved to be as fragile as a joke in the face of true power.

Rescue Senior Sister Su? He doesn't even qualify to get close to the battlefield.

Avenge Senior Sister Qin? He was slowly losing the courage to even stand up straight.

Is it to watch helplessly as your companions are brutally murdered right before your eyes, while you can only cower in the fog like a frightened rabbit?
Responsibility, accountability... these words are far too heavy for a good-for-nothing like him...

But... even a piece of trash can do some things!
Just as the golden light was about to engulf Su Ling'er, Wang Xiedi once again burned his own essence blood.

【Mirror Flower Water Moon Walk】!
He activated the only secret technique he had obtained from the River God's Grotto once again, which might be his last trump card in this life!

Om-!
A ripple appeared in the space for a moment, and Su Ling'er felt the light and shadows in front of her change. The next second, she appeared dozens of meters away in an instant.

Where she had originally stood, now stood Wang Xiedi, the golden magic weapon piercing straight through his chest.

"Pfft—!" Blood bloomed on his chest.

The protective mirror on Wang Xiedi's chest flashed with an eerie light, deflecting some of the destructive force and saving him from exploding on the spot. With his last ounce of strength, he gave a bitter laugh in Su Ling'er's direction: "Run...faster..."

Her companions tried to sacrifice their lives to give her a chance to survive!
As Su Ling'er watched the abrupt change in the scene before her, and saw the horrific sight of Wang Xiedi being pierced through the chest by a magical artifact, a sudden thought struck her. She instantly recalled the scene in the Guixi Secret Realm, where the light and shadow shifted, and she escaped danger in an instant.

So... it was Wang Xiedi who saved him back then... A strange look flashed in Xuan Yuan Dao Ren's eyes when he saw Wang Xiedi, but his attention remained fixed on Su Ling'er, who was further away.

"A petty trick." The voice rang in Su Ling'er's ears without warning. She turned around abruptly and saw that Xuan Yuan Daoist had appeared in front of her at some point!

Wang Xiedi's sacrifice couldn't even delay him by a single step; that breath he tried to gain by sacrificing his life was so cheap.

In Xuan Yuan Daoist's hand, he grasped the ancient Qingxu Sword: "Then let you leave with some dignity." Before he finished speaking, the Qingxu Sword was drawn! The cold blade rapidly magnified in Su Ling'er's pupils.

This time, death was no longer a distant threat, but a cold reality that had already pressed against her cheek. Just then, the "Sorrowful Flower" in her storage bag emitted a ghostly blue light.

On the flower, the sorrowful face, so strikingly similar to Su Ling'er's, became incredibly solid. "Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The sword light, too fast to see clearly, flashed hundreds of times in an instant. The figure formed from the flower of sorrow instantly had countless deep, bone-revealing sword marks appear on its body before exploding into countless points of light.

Meanwhile, countless cracks appeared on Su Ling'er's demonized body, and blood spurted out from each crack, turning her into a blood-soaked figure. Xuan Yuan Daoist had already sheathed his sword, his movements elegant and composed.

But it's not over yet.

The petals of that sorrowful flower bloomed completely at this moment, and then withered away in an instant, turning into ashes. A power enveloped Su Ling'er, and the fatal sword wounds on her body began to revert and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, she recovered to her full strength. It was the Sorrowful Flower that died a second time in her place!

Before Su Ling'er could even feel the relief of surviving a disaster, a hand was already gently placed on the top of her head, a hint of pity on his face.

"Still a little trick, Su Ling'er. The cicada of summer can never understand the snow of winter. All your struggles are meaningless."

"No..." Su Ling'er wanted to resist and roar, but found that an invisible force had completely imprisoned her, and she could not even move a finger.

All the spiritual power and all the black mist were suppressed by that palm, unable to move an inch. The palm pressing on her head began to slowly exert force.

"Crack...crack..." She clearly heard the sound of her skull shattering.

A sharp pain surged into her mind, scorching her consciousness into a blank, while the "True Explanation of the Return to Origin of All Things" and the "Supreme Purity of Mind and Soul Refining Technique" continued to operate frantically.

"Your Dao heart is quite good. I have also used the Qingxu Sword to give you my final respect, but this is where it ends."

She was at her wit's end. She had exhausted all means and all her hopes had been crushed.

She still wanted to resist, but her body was already firmly controlled, and even the act of resisting itself seemed to have become a pathetic performance of being looked down upon by those in power.

Countless images flashed and floated before her eyes like a revolving lantern: the piercing disappointment when she learned that she had a pseudo-spiritual root; the bewildered longing for the path of immortality when she first entered Qingxu Temple; and the struggle on the ladder of inquiry for a vague and uncertain future.

The absurdity of fighting alongside those demonic senior brothers in the Guixi Sect... In the end, all the scenes were frozen on a figure in black robes, a figure that was always hateful, always inexplicable, yet always appeared at the most crucial moment.

But... I ran away on my own... In his eyes, have I already become a... traitor? Will he... still come to save me? Will he still come to save Xie Di?

No...it can't be...

Even the last glimmer of hope seemed so pale and powerless; consciousness began to blur, and darkness was devouring everything.

But she still felt resentful.

The righteous path shouldn't be like this... She still wanted to continue seeking immortality and enlightenment; she had so many things she wanted to do; she didn't want to die like this, dying so meaninglessly... All the resentment in Su Ling'er's heart finally turned into a cry for help!
"Senior Brother!!!"

(End of this chapter)