My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 55 Did I Kill Someone? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking to continue reading! Seeking book recommendations!)
"Pfft!"

There was a dull sound as a sharp blade entered the flesh.

Su Ling'er's pupils contracted; she could hardly believe her eyes.

As a result, right in front of Su Ling'er, that disciple stabbed her with a sword right there and then!
? ? ? ?
This……

What's happening here?
The blade pierced through his abdomen, drawing out a spurt of hot blood.

Immediately, the stench of blood filled the air.

The disciple's face turned deathly pale instantly, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and he collapsed straight onto the hospital bed in front of him.

"Oh... little junior sister... quick... I... I can't... take it anymore!"

This is... a serious illness!

If you... don't save me... I'm afraid... I'll... pass away!

Su Ling was completely stunned.

What is this doing?
Why didn't I understand it?

Weren't you just jumping around like a madman?

Why did you come here and cut yourself, and then ask me to heal you?
Even if you ask me to treat it, I can't cure it!
crazy!

All crazy!

The surrounding disciples also gathered around:

"Junior Sister, you must heal him quickly! He's going to die if you don't!"

"Yes! Are you just going to watch him die? Otherwise, he'll die by your hand!"

"Junior Sister, how can you live with yourself? Are you just going to watch a living, breathing person die right before your eyes?"

Lin Qingfeng also stepped forward:

"Junior sister, look at you, why aren't you treating him? He's about to die!"
I never imagined you could be so cruel!

He's been groaning and complaining to you for ages, and you haven't even thought to help him. What a cold and heartless world!

Listening to the senior brother and the people around him constantly urging her, even resorting to moral blackmail, as if not treating him would mean dying because of her...

But... I don't know any medicine!
I have no knowledge of alchemy!

What do you want me to treat?
Should we feed him soil?!

Seeing his junior sister's silly look, Lin Qingfeng quickly gave her some more pointers.

What are you standing there for?!

"Quickly find some herbs, put them in the alchemy furnace, roast them over a fire, and feed the resulting product to him!"

"We're pressed for time; we need to finish this task quickly!"

The junior sister could only imitate the alchemist next to her, frantically starting to refine pills.

The result was piles and piles of waste residue, without even a rudimentary form of a pill.

The "severely injured" senior brother was barely breathing. He lay on the bed, struggling to raise one bloody hand.

Then, trembling, he pointed to the pile of dark, murky residue, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat:

"Cough...cough cough...Junior sister...quick...quickly give me some to eat..."

Su Ling'er panicked when she saw him on the verge of death, holding the pile of burnt slag in his hands.

"You...you really want to eat this? It's just a pile of waste! I really don't know how to refine pills!"

"If you die... please don't blame me for your death!"

"Stop... talking nonsense... hurry up... give it to me..."

The disciple struggled to get off the bed, crawled to Su Ling's feet, and snatched the scraps from her hand.

Without even looking, he closed his eyes and frantically stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ahem...uh..."

He choked and coughed violently, his face turning as purple as a pig's liver.

But he didn't stop, continuing to swallow large gulps, as if it weren't a pile of waste, but a supreme elixir that could save his life. Su Ling'er was so frightened that she retreated repeatedly, completely stunned by the bizarre scene before her.

Then... the disciple who had finished the pill residue suddenly stiffened, convulsed violently a few times, and then seemed to fall silent.

The junior sister was instantly stunned, her mind going completely blank.

I...I killed someone?

This...this isn't what I wanted!

What exactly is he trying to do?!
Can anyone tell me what they are doing?
Why can't I understand it?!

Su Ling'er felt that something big must have happened to this world.

What exactly are these devils plotting by doing this?
Is it just to amuse me by watching me frantically try to do something?
Or is this an even more brutal selection process in itself?
In this way, they can see who can adapt to their law of disregarding human life more quickly, and whoever does so will become a more qualified "demon".
She stared at the person she had personally "killed," her heart trembling violently...

Although I didn't mean to, I was...

I didn't kill anyone, I'm exorcising demons, I'm exorcising demons...

She tried to convince herself and force herself to calm down.

Then, she saw the disciple who had "died" on the sickbed cough twice and spit out most of the dregs of the pills in his mouth.

"I... rely on..."

"This... thing almost... choked me to death!"

Su Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Thankfully, the person didn't die...

No, the fact that the heretical cultivator didn't die doesn't seem like a good thing. It's a problem!
Her mind was a complete mess.

When the senior disciple saw that the disciple had finished "healing" and the NPC's overall contribution level on the sect panel had increased by 30 points, he immediately stepped forward.

He grabbed the disciple by the back of his leg and dragged him to another empty hospital bed.

Then he started making elixirs, intending to use the waste to "cure" the patient!
Su Ling'er tilted her head slightly as she watched her senior brother's actions.

No!

Don't you still want to save them yourself?
You should save them as soon as possible!
Why do I have to feed him a mouthful of garbage before I can save him?
I've already told you I don't know how to refine pills, but you still insist on making me do it!
In the end, won't you still have to take action yourself?!
Before she could even catch her breath, another disciple, [Ji], appeared before her excitedly.

"I'm coming!

Junior sister, hurry! Me too! Me too!
"I'm going to get sick too! I need your treatment too!"

Su Ling'er looked at the new disciple with a puzzled expression. She felt that he looked familiar, but she just couldn't remember who he was.

Then, she looked at this disciple right in front of her...

"boom--!!!"

A muffled sound!
The disciple was covered in blood and flesh, and some of the blood even splattered onto Su Ling'er's face!

She numbly touched her cheek, looking at the warm, sticky bloodstains.

Then look at Ji, who had blown himself to pieces yet landed precisely on his hospital bed...

He smiled at his junior sister with his bloodied and mangled face.

"Junior sister... I'm so sorry to trouble you... to lend a helping hand..."

She doesn't understand.

She looked helplessly at her blood-stained hands.

why?
What on earth are you doing?!

Why are you all coming here to hurt yourselves in front of me?!

Do you have any unusual fetishes?
Previously, some disciples were used for alchemy or weapon crafting, but at least it could be considered as sacrificing themselves to refine magical treasures and elixirs.

But why are you all in this state now, needing me to cure you?

This world has gone mad...

(End of this chapter)