My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 44 A mere medicinal herb field, nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking to continue reading! Seeking book recommendations!)
night.

The freshly turned soil in the medicinal herb field gleamed dimly in the moonlight.

Su Ling'er stood on the medicinal herb field, the night breeze ruffling her red dress, which was tinged with the fresh scent of earth.

She returned to the land she had just left.

As expected, the place has once again returned to its original state as it was when we first met.

But she didn't care; her eyes, which had been numb, were now burning with a flame.

This allows her to continuously complete the task of cultivating the three acres of medicinal herb fields in the herb garden!
She carried the blood-clotting herb in her arms, which gave her endless motivation and propelled her forward.

Now, she only needs to turn it over three to five more times, and another spiritual herb will be hers.

What's a little hardship?
What's a little tiredness?!

As long as I can get it...

Let alone three mu, even if it were thirty mu or three hundred mu, she would do it without hesitation!
Of course, if three mu is enough, then there's no need for more.

At Qingxu Temple, she didn't even have the chance to obtain spiritual herbs through hard work.

But here, she got it!

How could we let her give up so easily!

Spiritual energy surged forth from her body without reservation, and white moonlight shone on her palms.

Because of the hundreds of times she had swept and watered the floor before, her control over her spiritual energy output had become increasingly refined.

At this moment, she could even materialize her spiritual power and control several hoes and plows by the field.

"drink!"

She gave a soft shout, and a dozen hoes spun around her before falling in a row, turning over patches of black soil.

The plow went straight ahead, carving a straight furrow in front of her!

With her unreserved output of spiritual energy, she became several times more efficient than before!
With her spiritual power fully unleashed at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, Su Ling'er's figure returned to the Transmission Hall in just a moment.

The store was still brightly lit, bustling with people, and as noisy as ever.

She walked straight to the stone platform and put down the jade slip containing the mission.

The elder, expressionless, pushed over another new cloth bag.

She grabbed the cloth bag and took on the task of tilling the three acres of medicinal herb fields in the Hundred Herbs Garden again, then turned and left.

On the way, she took the opportunity to check the reward—it was Crimson Blood Ginseng!
It seems that the low-level spiritual herbs rewarded by the sect after each completed mission are random.

A moment later, she returned.

During this time, she had used her internal energy to recover some of her spiritual power.

Delivery, receipt, departure—not a single wasted word.

This time, it's cooling grass.

At this moment, she was like a tireless monster, always taking the shortest path between the medicine field and the transmission hall.

When her spiritual energy was exhausted, she sat down cross-legged and began to circulate the "True Explanation of the Return to Origin of All Things." When she opened her eyes again, she got up and walked towards the familiar medicinal field.

The cheers of the support group have become nothing more than background noise.

"Junior Sister, you've broken free of your cocoon and transformed into a butterfly!"

It's broken!
"Water the road with your sweat!"

Water it again!
She even felt frustrated because she wasn't working fast enough.

It's just tending to the medicinal herb field; I could do it a hundred or eighty times and not even break a sweat!
The medicinal herb field is nothing but dirt and rubble, which I, Su Ling'er, can destroy with a flick of my wrist!

Su Ling'er worked even harder!

……

After a while
ah.
It won't work.
I'm dying, dying, dying
I really can't do any more.
If I keep going, I'm afraid I'll suddenly die on the spot.
As the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, Su Ling'er discarded the tools used by the imperial envoy.

As her spiritual energy was depleted, her spirit also became increasingly exhausted due to the intense labor.

No matter how great the temptation was, she only felt waves of sharp pain in her body, a sign of overexertion.

Her vision blurred and her body swayed. She managed to stand up by holding onto the fence at the edge of the field.

The heavy cloth bags she carried were her only reason to keep going.

She dragged her heavy steps back to the Hall of Transmission.

I need to rest. She's been working all night.

If it weren't for the spiritual plant rewards she received for tending the medicinal herb field, she would have already returned to her dilapidated thatched hut to rest.

She delivered her last task for the day and did not accept any more.

She really wanted to rest; her body and mind had reached their limits.

The senior brother also saw that she had already earned more than 700 contribution points today, and had not been slacking off. She looked extremely tired, so he did not urge her any further.

So Su Ling'er dragged her tired body back to her thatched hut without any trouble.

She stopped in her tracks as she passed a small market town frequented by disciples of a sect.

A disciple was yawning as he laid out a neatly folded quilt.

The material of the bedding was unknown, but under the faint light of dawn, it shimmered with a soft glow.

The top is embroidered with cloud patterns and cranes in gold and silver thread, with fine stitches that are lifelike.

The small wooden sign next to the stall reads:

The cloud-silk crane quilt is calming and soothing, providing warmth in winter and coolness in summer.

[Grand opening sale! Get it for only fifty low-grade spirit stones!]

A longing rose in Su Ling'er's heart.

After all, she slept in that thatched hut on a pile of moldy straw.

But she quickly nipped the idea in the bud.

She touched the cloth bag in her arms. She would be leaving soon, so what was the point of improving her sleeping environment?

Moreover, it does not help with spiritual practice; it only makes sleeping extremely comfortable.

These are the assets she will have to embark on the true path to immortality after leaving this place!

We absolutely cannot waste a single bit here!
But she still bought a large-capacity storage bag.

You should be able to collect a lot of items in these three to five days, so a large storage bag is a must.

Finally, she returned to the dilapidated thatched hut.

Su Ling'er closed the door, and a wave of exhaustion washed over her again.

She finally climbed onto the pile of moldy straw.

Those chaotic images flashed through her mind again.

The Transmission Hall was still so lively in the middle of the night. Don't they ever get any sleep?

Do they not need to cultivate?
They continued their mission, just as lifeless as she had been back then.

She had seen familiar figures several times when she accepted missions. They would accept missions with empty eyes, leave, return, complete missions, and repeat the same routine over and over again.

Just like when I took on those five hundred missions to tame my disciples.

They are even more numb than we are.

And who is secretly erasing all the disciples' hard work, forcing them to do the work again and again?

Is it simply to tame them over and over again?
Or is it some deeper conspiracy?

But who is the mastermind behind Elder Qian's tragic death and the demonic sect's revelation of his true identity?
Who is the mastermind behind all of this, this powerful figure of the demonic path?

Why can't I remember what those dead disciples looked like?

Who is controlling all of this?
She couldn't figure it out.

She knew there was no common sense or logic here, only a group of incomprehensible madmen.

Sometimes they are driven by a kind of fanatical will, immersing themselves in a joy that is incomprehensible to others;
Sometimes she is just like when she did those five hundred tasks, even more numb than she is.

All they know is to keep going in a cycle, doing those endless tasks, as if there will never be an end.

Does everyone in this sect have something wrong with their brains?
Oh well, maybe that's just how demonic cultivators are born.

What a group of energetic and unreasonable heretical cultivators!
However, after two more days of grinding, I should try to send back some of the intelligence I've gathered.
Even if the communication jade slip fails, surely the spirit-binding insects will work?
My thoughts grew heavier and heavier, and finally, physical exhaustion overwhelmed the chaotic thoughts in my mind.

Her head lolled to the side, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The flower of sorrow beside the thatched hut, however, withered somewhat because hope and fighting spirit had been rekindled in her heart.
Meanwhile, the game announcement for "Jintian" also showed...
[Countdown to the Golden Autumn Harvest Festival: 2 days]

(End of this chapter)