My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 28 This "Sword Refining Technique" is something she absolutely must cultivate!
His foot lifted again, then fell.

The illusion crumbled, and the world changed once again.

The image of Wang Yang kept replaying in her mind's eye, and once again a face filled her entire field of vision.

That was the head of Qingxu Temple—Xuanyuan Daoist.

His face no longer held the sternness I remembered, but instead showed deep sorrow and anguish.

"Ling'er, have you forgotten your mission?"

Why haven't you relayed the information and cultivation techniques of the Guixi Sect back to Qingxu Temple yet, while you yourself have begun cultivating the "True Explanation of the Myriad Transformations Returning to the Origin"?

"Are you perhaps planning to betray your sect and fall into the demonic path?!"

"Sect Leader...I don't have...that true solution is..."

"No?"

The abbot of Qingxu Temple interrupted her.
"Then how were you able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage?"
With your qualifications, there's no way you could ever reach this level!
Don't try to deny it, saying that those demons took pity on you and forcibly helped you build your foundation!
Or, do you dare say that you have done nothing to the Demonic Sect, not even killing a single person, yet they value you so highly?

I have already promised you that I will cleanse your marrow and strengthen your foundation, and that foundation building will be yours for the taking.

Why do you still insist on this path, venturing into the demonic way?! Do you know your sin?!

Behind the sect leader was the familiar yet unfamiliar gate of Qingxu Temple.

Just as Su Ling'er was about to speak in her defense, another voice sounded from behind her.

"Little junior sister."

Lin Qingfeng's figure appeared behind her without her noticing.

"You see, as long as you give up those pointless insistences, power is within your grasp."

He gently raised his hand and pointed to Su Ling'er's feet.
"You and we are kindred spirits."

Su Ling'er's gaze continued downwards, a sticky sensation coming from the soles of her feet.

is blood!

Large patches of blood stained the bluestone of Qingxu Temple, and corpses lay scattered in pools of blood.

Those senior brothers and sisters who had once pitied, mocked, or struggled alongside her, now had their severed limbs and mutilated bodies facing her, their unseeing eyes staring at her.

In her hand, she held a sword that was still dripping blood, the blood still warm.

Su Ling'er's sea of ​​consciousness was completely blank.

what is this?
Is this my future choice?

Will he become an accomplice to evil, slaughter his fellow disciples, and ultimately fall into the path of demons?

impossible!
absurd!

How dare you evil heretics disturb my Daoist heart!
What was the purpose of Su Ling'er's infiltration of the Demon Cave, enduring humiliation and hardship?
It is to uncover the truth, to eliminate evil and uphold justice, and to pave an upward path to immortality for oneself!
Even if I cultivated the "True Explanation of the Return to the Origin of All Things," it was only to better conceal myself and to be able to slay these true demons in the future!

Power is power, regardless of right or wrong!
In the hoe, it can cultivate the wilderness;
Within the sword, it can defend the country and kill enemies!
Moreover, this technique was obtained from that righteous senior who was turned into a flesh and blood puppet. Can't we use the firewood of the demonic path to burn a fire that protects the righteous path?

The Way lies beneath her feet, and her word is law!

break!
The world before my eyes shattered instantly.

The sect leader's heartbroken questioning, Lin Qingfeng's seductive whispers, and the unseeing stares of his fellow disciples all turned into scattered dust.

Su Ling'er continued forward.

……

This time there was no bloodshed or fire.

The warmth of light.

A gentle breeze.

The aroma of food filled my nose, and the laughter of children filled my ears.

She stood at the crossroads of a country road.

To the left is a quiet little courtyard, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys.

Under an old locust tree in the courtyard, an elderly woman with white hair sat in a wheelchair, smiling as she watched several children chasing and playing around her.

Although the face was covered with wrinkles, it was still vaguely recognizable as her older self.

To the right is a road that has no end.

Ahead of the road are towering mountain peaks and a desolate sea of ​​clouds.

A figure is climbing upwards.

It's still her, only younger.

The elderly people in the courtyard seemed to sense something and slowly turned their heads to look over.

She stood up, leaning on her cane, and walked unsteadily to Su Ling'er.

"come back."

The old woman's voice was hoarse, but very gentle.

"Isn't it good here?"

She raised her calloused hands and pointed to the courtyard. The illusion began to shift, and she saw herself abandoning the mission and following the sect leader's advice to return to her hometown.

She did not continue cultivating immortality.

Instead, she used the knowledge she gained at Qingxu Temple to help her family, and even married into a good family, where she spent the rest of her life supporting her husband and raising her children.

She watched her parents' black hair turn white inch by inch, watched their backs become more and more hunched, and finally sent them to their graves with her own hands.

She watched her younger sister get married, watched her younger brother inherit the family business, watched her own children grow up and start their own families, and then had new children.

A century has passed in the blink of an eye.

She stood in front of the bronze mirror, in which was a strange old man.

In her memory, there seemed to be a lingering feeling of flying on a sword, and a lingering desire to draw qi into her body.

The elderly Su Ling'er in the courtyard reached out and stroked her cheek.

"Child, what are you seeking when you pray to the immortals?"

"Immortality?"

"Look, in my life, I have had the love of my parents, the support of my husband, and the filial piety of my children and grandchildren..."

Every day I've lived has been fulfilling.

"what about you?"

The old woman's gaze fell upon the lonely path leading to the mountaintop.
What exactly lies on that path to immortality?

"When you cultivate to the Foundation Establishment, Core Formation... or even the legendary Nascent Soul realm."

"When you suddenly look back, this homeland has long since changed beyond recognition, and not a single old friend remains."

"At that time, even if I have a thousand feelings, to whom can I speak?"

"Is such immortality truly worth it?"

does it worth?
Su Ling'er kept questioning herself.

Looking at that aged face, she saw happiness and peace.

She also foresaw her own future, when she would be exhausted and turn into a handful of dust.

Then, everything will return to nothingness.

All her resentment, all her struggles, everything will be completely erased by time.

She has not yet seen this magnificent land, nor has she witnessed the scenery beyond Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and even Nascent Soul stages.

She still has many things she wants to do. She wants to witness the changes in the world, to see how humanity will flow and what it will eventually become...

Are we really going to give up everything and willingly turn into a handful of dust just for the sake of a hundred years of peace and contentment?

Do not!
She doesn't want to!
She didn't want to be left with only resentment and regret when she looked back on her life a hundred years from now, as her life was coming to an end!
She spoke firmly to her dying self:
"worth!"

"I don't want to watch myself grow old in other people's stories."

I want to see what kind of scenery is on the top of that mountain!
No matter how difficult the road ahead...

Even if in the end it's all shattered to pieces...

That was the path I chose myself!

As soon as the words fell, that warm little courtyard, and all the children and grandchildren in it, turned into quicksand in the wind and gradually disappeared.

Even the old woman's face showed a relieved smile, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

"Then, go ahead."

May your journey be filled with divine guidance and abundant blessings!

As the illusion dissipated, the white jade staircase leading to the clouds reappeared before Su Ling'er's eyes.

She didn't look back, but climbed upwards step by step.

Seventy steps!
Eighty steps!
Ninety steps!
……

At the foot of the steps, one could hear a pin drop.

All the players looked up, mouths agape, in awe at the slender figure.

She stepped, one step at a time, into the high sea of ​​clouds that even they had never reached before.

"I'm not seeing things, am I... level ninety!"

"Oh my God!"

"Her initial will and Dao heart attributes are too high, aren't they?"

"This is...this is the perfect rough stone for cultivating the Sword Refining Technique!"

"Senior Brother! You absolutely must let her come to our Weapon Refining Pavilion to cultivate the Sword Refining Technique! Don't let her get away!"

Lin Qingfeng's hands, which were behind his back, had quietly clenched into fists without him noticing.

Despite such poor natural talent, his will and his desire for the Way were so unwavering...

Not practicing the "Sword Refining Technique" would be a complete waste of talent!
She absolutely must cultivate this "Sword Refining Technique"!
(End of this chapter)