My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 36 Where's the water? Where's my huge tank of water?
She blinked, wondering if what she was seeing was just an illusion.

She looked at the jade slip again; it was correct.

I closed my eyes again, then opened them again, and it was still correct, word for word!
why? !

She looked up at the mission elder, wanting to ask a question, but not knowing where to begin.

"Junior Sister, why are you stunned?"

Lin Qingfeng's voice sounded from behind her again, seemingly out of nowhere.
You can't let it freeze!

You're the only proper NPC in our sect. Now that the sect is at a crucial time for upgrading, you can't miss out on contributing to the sect!

Su Ling'er's heart skipped a beat.

Senior Brother, could you please stop suddenly appearing behind me every time?

It's really creepy!

She mentally cursed incessantly, but her lips tightened around the jade slip as she hesitantly asked:

"Senior Brother... why are there still only these two missions?"

"Didn't we just finish cleaning?"

Lin Qingfeng raised an eyebrow.

Unfortunately, other sect daily tasks can only be unlocked when the NPC's overall contribution reaches 500.

Currently, the sect only has one NPC, Junior Sister.

Until she reaches a total contribution level of 500, she can only make do with this kind of task.

He pondered how to get his junior sister to continue working willingly. After racking his brains for pretentious quotes, he looked at her again.

"Naturally."

"Junior Sister, do you know why sword cultivators repeat the same action of drawing and swinging the sword day after day?"

Su Ling'er was taken aback.

"Because the path of spiritual practice is not about how many landscapes you see, but about how solid your foundation is."

Only by swinging the sword ten thousand times can one grasp its spirit.

The same principle applies to sweeping leaves and carrying water.

"The sect is asking you to repeat these two things not to do useless work, but to test your perseverance and patience."

When you can approach even the most tedious and mundane tasks with equanimity, viewing them as an integral part of spiritual practice, then your foundation on the path is truly solid.

"This applies to all newly recruited disciples."

This is the foundational method of my Guixi Sect.

He looked at Su Ling'er and smiled gently.

"Go ahead, junior sister."

"Don't overthink it, just try to understand the 'true meaning' within it."

"I will always be watching you, brother!!!!!"

Su Ling'er stared blankly at him, at his face that seemed to say "a wise and enlightened person".

What about the method of laying the foundation?
It also tests perseverance?

I don't believe you for a second! You wicked old devil!

Can you please stop emphasizing that you're always staring at me?

You clearly want to see an even more terrifying punishment come your way the moment you show any dissatisfaction!

He stood to the side, enjoying the sight of his poor junior sister being forced to submit!
bad!

Vicious!

I bother!

Su Ling'er dared not ask any more questions, nor did she dare to hesitate any longer.

"Senior Brother, it was Junior Sister who almost ruined the sect's good plans. Junior Sister will go right away!"

After saying that, she didn't linger and turned to walk back the way she had come.

However, she could always feel that gaze fixed on her back, as if an endless abyss was watching her.

……

The third time was the same task. The fifth time was still the same task.

The tenth time...

The fifteenth time...

When she accepted her twenty-seventh mission and stepped onto the cobblestone path leading to her destination, her pace slowed down.

This road...

The ancient trees on both sides, the mossy patterns on the stone slabs, even the strangely shaped rock at the corner...

No matter how I look at it, it has a strange sense of familiarity.

She frowned, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

Is it an illusion?

Or is it that the scenery of many secluded paths within the sect is all pretty much the same?
She suppressed her doubts and continued on her way.

However, when the familiar outline of the courtyard finally came into full view at the end of the path, she stopped in her tracks.

right here!

This is... the very courtyard she went to for the fourth time to clean!

She wouldn't be wrong!

The locust tree at the entrance of the courtyard, and the clumps of weeds in the corner, are exactly the same as I remember!
But it’s impossible!
She had just cleaned this place spotlessly!
Why did you call me here again?
She hurriedly entered the courtyard.

In the courtyard, fallen leaves still covered the bluestone path, just as it had when she first came.

A gust of wind blew, swirling up a few leaves that landed at her feet.

The smile that had appeared on her face from easily completing the task froze.

She walked quickly to the corner, where the pile of fallen leaves had long since disappeared.

She turned and ran towards the back of the mountain, where nine bronze vats stood silently.

Under the sunlight, the walls of the jar were dry and had a bronze hue, and inside... it was completely empty!
They're all empty!
How can it be? !
She filled nine large vats with water by hand, and not a single drop was left!
The wind blew through her hair, but she felt no chill at all.

Something is wrong, absolutely something is wrong!
In the end what happened?
Why did the leaves fall again and the water in the jar disappear so soon?

……

Su Ling'er investigated for a long time but couldn't find any clues.

The eldest brother didn't show up to explain, so she had no choice but to continue sweeping up fallen leaves and filling the water tank.

Whenever she wanted to stop and rest, her senior brother would inexplicably appear behind her.

Just as he said before, he has been watching himself all along.

If she slacked off even slightly, he would suddenly appear, urging her to continue contributing to the sect, and saying, "If you had worked a little longer, this wouldn't be the mission you're on."

She had heard that sentence dozens of times.

By the seventy-second time, Su Ling'er's movements had become somewhat stiff.

She continued to wave her hand, and a whirlwind swept away the fallen leaves; she continued to make hand seals, and a water dragon filled the bronze vat.

Then, she accepted another mission and arrived at another mission location.

This is the courtyard she visited on her forty-third mission.

She didn't know why this sect, which only occupied one mountain peak, had so many empty courtyards.

It's as if their existence is solely for being cleaned and watered.

And here, unsurprisingly, the ground was covered with fallen leaves, and the water in the tank was completely gone.

She kept repeating this tedious work. Although she had spiritual power and it wasn't too tiring, the endless repetition still left her mentally exhausted.

You evil cultivators and demonic sects who kill people to refine pills and use living people for forging techniques, are you just bored out of your minds?!
They have such an abnormal obsession with cleanliness when it comes to the sect's environment!

And if you're going to clean, you should also clean the courtyards where people live!

There are no families in these courtyards, and no one on the back hill. Who are we cleaning for?

Are you showing this to ghosts?!
Did these fallen leaves grow legs?
One wave after another is swept away!
Is this tree some kind of ancient monster that has lived for eight hundred years?

Leaves fall every day, equivalent to eight hundred years' worth of leaves!

And this water tank, does anyone drink from it?
Or did you guys take it to feed the spirit beasts?
What exactly happened here?
(End of this chapter)