My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 285 Su Ling'er's younger brother: "I'm also a member of the Nine Streams Sect!"

While the city lord was putting on a one-man show, Su Ling'er had already fled far away.

A sword light ripped through the sky, and Su Ling'er flew on her sword, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Her destination was Qingxu Mountain.

Since being sent by the sect leader to infiltrate the Guixi Sect, how long has she actually been there? She herself can't quite remember... After the sect leader's death, is the Qingxu Temple still there now?
She wanted to go back and take one last look at her former residence, and at the place that held the memories of her time cultivating immortality...

……

Meanwhile, in Anhe City, in the back garden of the Su family mansion.

Inside the pavilion.

Su Wenxuan and Su Wenjing, the brother and sister, sat on either side of Lin Qingfeng, their eyes wide with admiration and curiosity as they listened to him recount those unheard-of stories of the martial arts world.

Lin Qingfeng had already reverted to his original form. At this moment, he was holding an old storybook that he had pulled out from somewhere, his expression solemn and impassioned.

He was telling the story of the "Nine Schools".

"...Back then, when foreign invaders attacked and our land was shattered, it was a time of great crisis. Then, the Nine Schools Sect emerged, raising its voice in a powerful call!" Lin Qingfeng slammed his hand on the stone table, his voice booming like a bell. "What are the Nine Schools? All schools of thought, from the three religions to the nine streams, are welcome to join our sect! We can roam freely across the world, embracing all nine streams! As the saying goes, 'Never underestimate the poor and lowly among the nine streams, for the poor and lowly are never easily deceived!'"

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"In that battle, almost all the heroic predecessors of the Nine Streams Sect died on the battlefield to protect our land! After the war, when there was famine, it was the Nine Streams Sect again that opened its granaries and distributed food to relieve the suffering of the people! Remember, what is death when it comes to gratitude? Heroes always rise from humble beginnings!"

This inspiring story made Su Wenxuan's blood boil, and his little face turned bright red.

"I want to join the Nine Schools too!" He suddenly jumped up from the stone bench, waving his little fist and shouting, "I want to be a great hero of the Nine Schools too!"

Lin Qingfeng's story planted a seed called "Nine Schools" in his young heart, inspiring him with boundless admiration.

While Su Wenjing was also listening with great interest, she still muttered under her breath, "But... I still think cultivation novels are more interesting, I still want to cultivate..."

Just then, Wang Xiedi and Li Chunfeng, led by servants of the Su residence, passed through the moon gate and entered the back garden.

Seeing Su Wenxuan's excited expression, Lin Qingfeng smiled with satisfaction. He reached out and patted Su Wenxuan's head, saying solemnly, "Good! You have ambition! To be honest, I am sworn brothers with the current leader of the Nine Streams Sect. Today, I will accept you on his behalf!"

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and produced a brass rat mask painted with colorful lacquer from who-knows-where, and handed it to Su Wenxuan.

"Put this on, and from today onwards, you are a member of the Nine Streams Sect!"

"Oh!!!" Su Wenxuan cheered, took the heavy mask with both hands, and carefully put it on his face. "I'm a member of the Nine Streams Sect now! I'll be the sect leader of the Nine Streams Sect in the future!"

Lin Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself: Very good. My sister is serving as a guide in the Guixi Sect, while I am here in this mortal world, carrying the banner of my Nine Streams Sect. Perfect!

He patted Su Wenxuan on the shoulder solemnly and said in a tone of entrusting the future of the Nine Schools, "The future of the Nine Schools depends on you to carry it forward!"

Su Wenxuan puffed out his chest and replied loudly, "Yes! I definitely will!"

Wang Xiedi had just entered the courtyard when he saw this scene. He was immediately stunned, and his mind went blank.

Wait... what are you doing now, Senior Brother?!
Nine Schools of Thought? Wait! This name... I feel like I've heard those evil cultivators from the sect mention it before? Hiss—this, this isn't the former name of the Guixi Sect?! How could you entrust it to a child?
He's still a child!
Child! Run! Do you think that's a hero's mask? It's an entry ticket to a den of thieves! Your senior brother is trying to train you to be the leader of the Beggars' Sect!
He recalled the fear of being dominated by his senior brother in the sect. Now, seeing this ignorant and happy child, even though he was in dire straits himself, he wanted to use his last bit of conscience to help the child!
"Big...Senior Brother! Show mercy!"

"Isn't the name 'Nine Schools'... a bit too 'heavy'? He's just a child, what if... what if he becomes like this in the future..."

"Senior brother, have some decency! Don't trick that rich young master into begging!" Lin Qingfeng slowly turned his head and saw Wang Xiedi, who looked like he had been ravaged, and Li Chunfeng, who was equally bewildered, with a kind smile on his face.

"Oh? So it's Junior Brother and Junior Brother Li who's here."

He glanced at Su Wenxuan, who was hiding behind him and peeking out with half his head, glaring angrily at Wang Xiedi, and retorted righteously, "Junior brother, you are mistaken. I can tell at a glance that Wenxuan is a genius of the Nine Streams Sect, one in a million. How could he not shoulder great responsibilities? I think he has the demeanor of the Nine Streams Sect back in the day! Don't you agree, Wenxuan?"

"That's right!" Su Wenxuan immediately stepped out from behind Lin Qingfeng, hands on her hips, neck stiff, and shouted excitedly, "I will definitely carry the banner of the Nine Streams Sect! Don't underestimate me!"

Looking at the two people, one big and one small, Wang Xiedi felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, and he almost spat it out on the spot.

My heart yearns for the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the gutter! Child, I am trying to save you!
Well, that doesn't make sense.

Since that's the case, he can't care about any of the nine schools anymore; he's currently filled with grievances and has nowhere to vent them!

"Senior Brother! Forget about the Nine Schools! Take care of me first!"

"I have a question for you! I haven't even had a chance to catch my breath since I entered the city, and I've been chased all over the streets!"

"Some are crying and begging to marry me, some are holding knives and threatening to kill me, and some are dragging me to talk about some multi-million dollar business deal! What on earth is going on?!"

"They kept calling him 'Wang Xiedi'! Senior Brother... that name?!"

I know it was you! It was definitely you! No one but you could do something like this!

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingfeng slowly raised his head, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said leisurely, "Alas, perhaps it's because you, Junior Brother, are so famous and naturally beautiful that you are too popular."

"popular?!"

Wang Xiedi was almost going crazy. He plopped down on the stone bench, covered his head with his hands, and slumped over: "Big brother! Dear brother! Please stop joking with me!"

"When you say that, could you... could you at least look me in the eye? Your guilty conscience is written all over your face!"

"Why is my life so miserable... I just wanted to live a quiet life as an ordinary person, but why did I become the public enemy and the nation's husband the moment I entered the city!"

"Senior Brother, have you used my face to do anything heinous... no, earth-shattering? Can you give me a straight answer so I can die knowing why?"

"Sigh," Lin Qingfeng rubbed his eyes and sighed, "My eyesight hasn't been very good lately, and the wind was particularly noisy today. I guess I got sand in my eyes."

"Heavens above, earth below, why is my life so miserable..."

Seeing Wang Xiedi's miserable, lifeless look, Lin Qingfeng shrank back.

No, is this really necessary? How about we just give you the competition prize money? Anyway, you're nominally number one, but the Heavenly Furnace Sect's mental cultivation method is pretty useless. You'd be better off cultivating your Myriad Forms of Mortal World.

It's decided then and there!

……

On the other side, Qingxu Mountain

As the sword light faded, Su Ling'er's figure slowly landed in front of a familiar yet unfamiliar mountain gate.

The mountain steps were already covered with withered, yellow leaves, which rustled underfoot, a sound that was all the more distinct in the deathly silence...

(End of this chapter)