My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 246 Make Guixi Sect Great Again!
Wang Xiedi's eyelids trembled heavily. His vision was initially a blurry halo, but then it slowly focused, revealing a rough and familiar wooden ceiling.

He was still alive. This realization eased his tense nerves by even a tiny fraction.

Immediately afterwards, a dull, rumbling pain, like muffled thunder, surged from deep within my brain, and memories of the canyon flooded back.

He remembered the sect leader's face, half-lit and half-shadowed in the sunlight; he remembered Ye Longtao's body exploding into a warm cloud of blood mist at the last moment of his life; he remembered the shocking blood hole in Senior Sister Su's chest, the blood staining her clothes red.

Then... then came the golden light that swallowed everything.

That's the end of my memory.

He tried to turn his neck, and a sharp pain immediately shot up his spine, but this pain made him feel incredibly at ease.

Pain means being alive. It seems someone has saved me. In this demonic sect, the only one who could save me is probably my senior brother. Since my senior brother has taken action, then Senior Sister Su... Senior Sister Su must be safe and sound as well.

The feeling of relief at surviving the ordeal enveloped him, causing his tense body to completely limp, sinking deep into the bed beneath him.

He was safe; it was all over. He let out a long breath and prepared to close his eyes to rest for a moment. However, just as his vision was about to close, a face suddenly filled his entire field of vision.

It was a face swollen from being soaked in water, with deep-set eyes and two cloudy pupils staring straight at the tip of his nose. A few strands of wet, long black hair clung to his swollen forehead, and a drop of thick saliva dripped down his bluish-purple lips with a "plop" onto Wang Xiedi's cheek.

Wang Xiedi: !!!

His sense of security and warmth was shattered in an instant! Wang Xiedi's brain went blank for a fraction of a second, then a strong survival instinct erupted. He suddenly leaned back, his back slamming heavily against the wooden wall with a painful thud.

Wait, that's that ghost! Shen Jiaye!

Senior Brother, why are you shoving this thing into my hands again?! Is my room some kind of monster and demon recycling center for the sect?!

Despite having spent some time with this female ghost, the close proximity of her face to his saliva still sent chills down his spine and made his stomach churn.

He scrambled backward on the bed, using both his hands and feet, until his back hit the cold corner of the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat. Shen Jiaye's terrifying head moved with him, always maintaining that chilling distance.

Wang Xiedi was breathing heavily. His chaotic thoughts began to reorganize under the stimulation of adrenaline, and he gradually calmed down.

Immediately, another, more complex emotion welled up within him. He recalled the suffocating sense of powerlessness he felt in the canyon, how Xuan Yuan Daoist had crushed all their resistance and dignity with just a few light strokes.

He glanced at the cursed creature before him, which was practically drooling over him. If Shen Jiaye had been by his side back then… she was at least a Core Formation stage cultivator. He and Senior Sister Su wouldn't have been left without a chance to fight back, forced to watch helplessly as they died.

He looked at Shen Jiaye's swollen and ugly face and sighed, "This is still a world that judges by appearances."

He sensed his chest; the power of the protective bronze mirror seemed to have been completely exhausted in the canyon. This protective mirror seemed to be a treasure, but relying on external objects was not an option for the time being.

Forget it.

Wang Xie leaned against the wall and slowly stood up. Since his senior brother had given him this ghost wife again, there must be a reason for it.

He was saved by his senior brother, and he wanted to protect Senior Sister Su and seek justice from Daoist Xuan Yuan. But with his current meager cultivation, he was nothing but a joke.

I must train; I must become stronger.

An unprecedented determination ignited within him. He straightened his wrinkled clothes, regulated his breathing, pushed open the door of the cabin, and prepared to greet the new day.

"boom--!"

The moment he pushed open the door, the expected silence did not arrive. A blinding stream of light shot into the sky from afar, exploding with a deafening roar high above, transforming into countless colorful specks of light.

Immediately afterwards, dozens more streams of light rose into the sky one after another, illuminating the entire sect's night sky as bright as day.

Wang Xiedi stepped out of the wooden house and stood there, stunned. He saw that eleven houses were missing from the cluster of houses in the wilderness of the sect. The eleven flat open spaces looked particularly dazzling under the brilliant fireworks.

His heart sank. He was dead. Even the house he lived in had been erased from existence by the sect?
He sighed. There was nothing wrong with that, after all, death is the end of everything. However, against the backdrop of the fireworks, those empty spaces looked incredibly ironic.

He looked up in the direction where the fireworks were rising. His senior brother, Lin Qingfeng, was standing not far outside his house, while his senior sister, Su, and senior brother, Li, were standing beside him. The three of them seemed to be talking.

Seeing Wang Xiedi walk out, Lin Qingfeng raised his hand and waved from afar. Wang Xiedi jogged over, calling out, "Senior Brother, Senior Sister Su." Lin Qingfeng looked him up and down, then patted him on the shoulder as usual, his tone relaxed.
"Hey, junior Wa, you're awake!"

"I already said his name is Wang Xiedi, not Wa Xuedi!"

"Got it, Junior Wa, no problem, Junior Wa!"

Wang Xiedi: "..."

The familiar conversation and atmosphere brought him a sense of relief. It seemed everyone was doing well, and his suppressed feelings could finally be eased a little. He was about to ask about what would happen after the canyon.

But Lin Qingfeng spoke first, a mysterious smile on his face: "Not bad, you recovered quite quickly. It's a pity you slept so soundly that you missed the best part."

Su Ling'er trembled almost imperceptibly when she heard the words "good show".

What a show… She wondered what kind of show it was. Could it be the scene of Sect Master Qian constantly hitting the elders of the Heavenly Furnace Sect?

That scene wasn't good either. Although Master Qian was very powerful, I still felt that his behavior lacked aesthetic appeal and was very vulgar. It wasn't very good.

"I've used a recording stone to capture your heroic act of risking your life to save people in the canyon." Lin Qingfeng took a stone out of his storage bag and tossed it to Wang Xiedi. "Watch it carefully later and learn from my moment of glory."

"By the way, today is a good day. I'm going to give an important speech. Let's go to the square together."

Wang Xiedi held the recording stone, his mind filled with questions now shut down. Looking at his senior brother's excited expression, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

What's going on today? Is it some kind of demonic festival? Are they going to use human sacrifices to celebrate the sect overcoming its difficulties? Or what's going on?
The group walked together toward the sect square, where a large crowd had gathered and the atmosphere was fervent.

Below the high platform, a series of metallic sounds rang out, the melody eerie and unsettling. Wang Xiedi and Su Ling'er exchanged a glance, both seeing the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Lin Qingfeng walked at the front, pushing through the crowd to ascend the high platform. He would receive the worship of hundreds of demonic sect disciples before announcing the start of some kind of evil ritual. Wang Xiedi was prepared to witness the worst.

After Lin Qingfeng ascended the platform, he made several incomprehensible moves.

He first stretched out two fingers and waved them towards the sky, then bent down and assumed a posture for hitting a golf ball. Then he suddenly straightened up and began to swing his hands left and right like a famous president, his body swaying accordingly.

Finally, Lin Qingfeng pointed at the disciples below the stage, drawing a semicircle from left to right, his face beaming with excitement, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ladies and gentlemen! And those oddly shaped disciples! Good evening, everyone!"

"Congratulations! We have successfully passed the trial of the Guixi Secret Realm!"

He withdrew his hand, pinched his index finger and thumb together, raised it to his chest, and repeatedly opened and closed it, continuing in an extremely exaggerated tone: "We will also—make the Guixi Sect great again!"

"Let the Guixi Sect be great again!"

"Let the Guixi Sect be great again!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the audience, the fervent sound making Su Ling'er's eardrums ring. She subconsciously took a half step back, and it was at this moment that she and Wang Xiedi finally saw the true appearance of their fellow disciples in the audience.

In the fervor of the celebration and inspired by their senior brother, they no longer concealed themselves.

Some disciples had bright yellow square faces, with two huge white eyeballs taking up most of their faces, and two comical incisors showing in their mouths.

Some disciples had green skin all over their bodies, long ears that reached their shoulders, long and pointed noses, and were grinning with mouths that reached their ears, emitting strange, cawing laughter.

There were also several disciples with tentacles of different shapes standing upright on their heads, a light screen embedded in their abdomens, and bodies that were pure, dazzling red, yellow, blue, and green.

Su Ling'er and Wang Xiedi were both stunned, their minds blank.

What the hell are all these expensive items?!
Senior Brother, did you... summon a bunch of demons, or did you tamper with the lair of another world?!
……

The player community for the game "Jintian" reports a surge in the death rate around the secret realm "Emerald Heart Realm".

According to collective feedback from players, due to the large-scale conflict between the righteous and demonic paths and neutral sects in the "Emerald Heart Realm," a large number of players exploring the vicinity of the secret realm were affected. Data shows that more than 70% of players survived for less than 1 hour on average in the secret realm due to the aftermath of battles with high-level NPCs. They called on the official to add a "secret realm safe zone" to isolate the battlefield, but the official stated that the secret realm has always been dangerous and that there was nothing wrong with it, which triggered a large number of free-to-play players to condemn it.

(End of this chapter)