My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 62 I...I'm not worthy of cultivating immortality... (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking to continue reading! Seeking book recommendations!)
She got it.

She finally understood completely!

This so-called "Autumn Spiritual Gathering for Asking the Dao" is not a test of one's Dao heart at all, but a brainwashing conference that cultivates demonic thinking from top to bottom!
Its purpose is to instill demonic ideology into the minds of every disciple.

In this way, these insidious, cunning, and backstabbing demonic ideas will be instilled in every disciple of the sect!
Let them get used to pretending and betraying, let them leave all the scouting and suicide missions to their righteous teammates, while they do nothing and reap the benefits!

What a vicious intention!

What a terrifying sect!

Just as Su Ling'er was reeling from her discovery, she suddenly realized that all the disciples in the pavilion had their eyes on her.

Those gazes, like tangible threads, bound her firmly to the spot.

There was no malice in it, but it carried a kind of urging that made her feel uncomfortable.

what happened?

Why are they all looking at me like that?
"Junior Sister, hurry!"

Lin Qingfeng's voice rang in her ears.

"According to the rules, if you answer incorrectly, you have to act heartbroken. That's how you win Elder Qian's favor, understand?"

"what?!"

A storm raged in Su Ling'er's heart.

You have to cry if you answer wrong?

Senior Brother, did you just make this up?

Why didn't Elder Qian on stage mention that in detail?!

What a bizarre hobby!
How could he possibly win Elder Qian's favor?
I think it's clearly you bunch of devils who want to see people make fools of themselves for your own amusement, and you're even using your seniors as a shield!
She turned to look at Lin Qingfeng, her pretty face, slightly pale with shock, filled with resistance:

"Senior Brother, can I...can I not do it?"

"No! Junior Sister! These are the rules!!!"

Before Lin Qingfeng could answer, all the other senior brothers and sisters around him started to chime in, their voices rising and falling.

"Yes, junior sister, cry, cry! We're all waiting!"

"That's right, your Dao heart has been thwarted, and you should be filled with grief. Let us see your remorse!"

"There's nothing we can do, just keep crying!"

On every face was a smile that seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

Those demonic cultivators are indeed all incredibly evil!

In order to humiliate someone, they even used the elder's orders to force her to do such a thing!
This is utterly inhuman!
Looking at the faces around her filled with urging and expectation, Su Ling'er knew she had no choice.

That's it!

Let's act!
For the great cause of infiltration, for the sake of the righteous people, and for my path to foundation building!

It's just a little crying!

I will endure!

So, under everyone's watchful eyes, Su Ling'er took a deep breath and quickly composed herself.

She recalled the bitterness of her three years of fruitless seeking of enlightenment at Qingxu Temple, the near-death experiences of her undercover mission, and the fear of being dominated by her senior brother just now…

Overwhelmed with sorrow, I found myself genuinely moved by it.

The next moment, she suddenly covered her face with both hands.

Her shoulders began to twitch violently, and at the same time, she used her landscape folding fan to half-cover her face, emitting a mournful cry.

"Waaaaah... I... how could I have answered wrong?"

My Dao heart... My Dao heart is so weak!
I have failed the sect's expectations and disappointed my senior brother's teachings...

I...I'm not worthy of cultivating immortality, sob sob sob..."

Her voice trembled and choked with sobs, making those who heard it feel awkward, and those who saw it feel even more awkward.

The senior brother stroked his chin as he watched his junior sister's performance.

This acting is so unnatural. Who knows, maybe they'll have to cast my junior sister as some kind of Holy Maiden of the Guixi Sect in the future.

Should I enroll my junior sister in some acting class later? While the senior brother was lost in thought, beneath the junior sister's face hidden by her folding fan, the little devil inside her had already overturned the table and was roaring wildly with her hands on her hips:
You bunch of brain-dead monsters!
Is the answer chosen by a bunch of treacherous and cunning people the correct one?

Where is the heaven!
You want me to cry?

Once I escape, I'll make your entire sect cry and wail in despair!

A heartfelt performance was enough to get by.

She wiped away non-existent tears and, amidst the encouraging gazes of the crowd praising her as a "teachable child," sat back down in her original seat.

...

Elder Qian on the platform watched all this expressionlessly, then slowly unfolded the bamboo slip again and began to read the next question:
"The second question is: you need to infiltrate a chaotic underground market to buy some special materials. The market guards will ask you about your name and background. How should you answer?"

He paused, and the four options were clearly communicated to everyone:

"First, state your real name, act uprightly and honestly, and have no fear of petty people."

"Second, announce the name of your sect as a deterrent and to avoid unnecessary trouble."

"Third, borrow the name of a friend from the mortal realm to make the name of this friend, who is unable to cultivate, resound throughout the cultivation world."

"Fourth, give an ordinary, unremarkable pseudonym as a cover."

Su Ling'er looked at the question and quickly began to analyze it.

Since choosing the honest answer before resulted in a mistake, I absolutely cannot make the same mistake again this time.

The most important thing in the demonic path is concealment.

Revealing one's real name and sect name is too ostentatious and a path to disaster.

Therefore, the safest option is naturally to use an ordinary pseudonym as a cover.

This time, it should be right!
Once again, she beat everyone else to it and wrote the number "four" on the paper.

After handing in her paper, she noticed that the other disciples seemed to have answered quickly this time, and they also handed in their papers.

A moment later, Elder Qian began to announce the results.

"For this question, the answer to 'four' is one person."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Those who choose 'three,' the rest of the people."

Su Ling'er was stunned again.

Wrong again?!

why? !

She looked at her senior brothers and sisters in disbelief, only to see them all looking at her with eyes that said, "Junior sister, you are too young," and some even shook their heads repeatedly.

Lin Qingfeng leaned closer again and explained patiently:

"Junior sister, using a pseudonym is certainly safe, but it limits your perspective."

Just imagine, if you borrow the name of a friend in the mortal world and make a name for yourself, wouldn't that be a wonderful story?
Although your friend cannot become an immortal, you can still make his fame resound throughout the world.

Of course, but remember to state your real name when doing good deeds.

There was once a Heavenly Venerable who saved people from suffering and distress, and he acted in this way.

Su Ling'er felt a chill run down her spine as a thought exploded uncontrollably in her mind.

What a wonderful story!
This is clearly a catastrophe!

They not only have to use pseudonyms, but also the names of their beloved family and friends in the mortal world!
If these demonic cultivators offend some powerful being by acting this way, wouldn't they be diverting immense disaster onto their defenseless mortal friend?

If this attracts pursuit from all sides, how will my friend, who is just an ordinary person, cope?
If a friend were to die as a result, what would they do for their friend's descendants?
This is terrifying! This sect is indeed a heretical and evil sect, and they don't even spare mortals!
Her heart was in turmoil, but she had no choice but to force a look of utter grief onto her face and begin the second round of her crying scene.

God damn it!

Inhuman!
You bunch of demons, you even scheme against ordinary people and your own friends, you're worse than pigs and dogs!
You want me to cry?

I'm crying for you poor, mortal friends!
……

Then the third question...

(End of this chapter)