My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 82 Strange Movements at Qingxu Temple (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions! Seeking book recommendations!)
bamboo forest.

With a slight exertion of his hand, he managed to pull Su Ling'er, along with the bamboo she was holding, out of the ground!

And so, a strange scene unfolded in the bamboo forest under the cover of night.

The eldest brother carried the junior sister with one hand, while the junior sister clung tightly to a bamboo stalk that had been uprooted.

"Senior Brother! Is there really no way to turn things around?!"

Su Ling'er cried out in despair.

"I know you really want to practice, but you just need someone to help you make up your mind."

Lin Qingfeng's voice was incredibly "gentle".
"Don't be afraid. For your sake, I don't mind being the bad guy."

“ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh, if you want to hate someone, hate your brother!”

Of course I hate you!

How could I not hate you?!

Which eye of yours saw that I really wanted to practice?!
Do I not want to practice well at all?!

How exactly did you interpret what I said?!

You clearly wanted me to practice, but you insist that I wanted to practice on my own!

Heavens above, earth below, the laws of nature are above, this is utterly outrageous!
This den of iniquity is terrifying!

It's over. My future, Su Ling'er's future, is probably going to be ruined here!

My dream of becoming a sword immortal!

My path to immortality!!

I want to become a sword immortal, not a sword immortal!
While struggling, Su Ling'er grabbed another bamboo stalk next to her.

This time, Lin Qingfeng simply pulled up the bamboo stalk, carried it on his shoulder, and had Su Ling'er hold the top of the bamboo.

"If you'd like to hold it, then so be it."

"It's alright, I don't mind the weight. It's just carrying a bamboo pole. Let's go."

"Oh, by the way, the bamboo is sect property. Since it was damaged because of you, we will deduct a portion of your spirit stones depending on the situation."

The next moment, Lin Qingfeng, carrying the green bamboo with Su Ling'er hanging from it, transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the weapon-refining pavilion.

In the night wind, only Su Ling'er's desperate screams remained:
"Senior Brother! I really didn't mean that!"

"Listen to me properly, please!"

You even pulled up bamboo stalks to drag me into getting beaten up!
They even want to use this as a pretext to withhold my spirit stones!
Are you even human?!

The weapon-refining pavilion was brightly lit that night.

The attic, which used to be filled with clanging and banging, sounded... unusually desolate tonight.

"Junior Sister, unleash the full power of the 'True Explanation of the Return to Origin of Myriad Transformations'!"

Whether you can reach a higher realm in the future depends entirely on your will and your Dao heart!

Of course, there were also other disciples of the Weapon Refining Pavilion who made the final deductions about this technique.

"Ahhhhhhh—!"

"Show me your Dao heart! Show me your will!"

"Ahhhh——!"

"Now is the time for you to truly embark on the path to immortality, so be patient!"

To die To die!

Inside the weapon-refining pavilion, Su Ling'er's screams were heart-wrenching.

She diligently circulated the "True Explanation of the Return to the Origin of All Things" in an attempt to alleviate her pain.

Even though the pain of being hit by a giant hammer was reduced by several times by the cultivation technique, it was still unbearable.

The "Supreme Purifying Heart and Stabilizing Soul Technique" kept her strangely lucid, forcing her to clearly experience the still excruciating pain even after it was weakened.

Because Su Ling'er was "not very obedient" and always causing trouble, the disciples did not prepare a comfortable jade platform for her.

She was firmly fixed to a black iron anvil board engraved with runes, her limbs bound by rune chains, unable to move an inch.

The runes were also inscribed with the operating principles of the "Sword Refining Technique," forcing Su Ling'er to passively operate this method on top of it.

This time, Lin Qingfeng also personally took action, and together with the "Weapon Refining Pavilion Team" led by Shi Gandang, each held a huge magic hammer.

Several senior brothers and sisters manipulated various magical artifacts to "refine" her.

Because of the extremely high level of willpower and Dao heart that Su Ling'er demonstrated on the Dao Inquiry Ladder, the people in the Refining Pavilion forged her almost without reservation.

Each forging session is accompanied by intense pain and an explosive infusion of spiritual energy.

The runes engraved on the cutting board lit up instantly and began to operate passively and frantically, channeling their enormous energy into her body according to the trajectory of the "Sword Refining Technique".

Not only that. Every time a round of forging ended, the alchemy fanatic Lu Wu would immediately rush over and force-feed her a Foundation Establishment Pill before proceeding to the next round of forging.

Not far away, strange green bubbles were bubbling up from a huge medicine cauldron.

The "sacrifice" also came to this place.

The expert "medicinal guide" player was standing by the cauldron.

He looked at Su Ling'er screaming in agony on the chopping board and shook his head.

Junior sister, let me show you what real screams are like!

Without hesitation, he leaped into the scalding hot medicinal soup.

"Ah—ah ah—ah—!!!"

The next moment, he began to scream in agony.

His whole body convulsed, and his flesh and bones dissolved at a visible speed in the medicinal soup.

His hand, now only bony, reached out towards Su Ling'er.

The stark white bones sizzled and dissolved under the corrosive effect of the medicinal broth.

His facial skin was dissolved, revealing the flesh and blood underneath, and then the hollow bones within.

In his final moments before losing consciousness, he shouted with all his might:
"Junior Sister...you...will definitely succeed in Foundation Establishment..."

Don't let everyone's hard work go to waste...

Don't let my sacrifice be in vain!

Su Ling'er: "!!!"

Don't put all the blame on me!
Don't you know how to put up a fight?!
Think about it, if we work together to escape from here, you won't have to die!
She watched helplessly as her senior brother reached out his hand to her, saying things like "Don't let his sacrifice go to waste," and wishing her "success in Foundation Establishment"...

I don't want this kind of foundation building!

I refuse to sacrifice others to achieve this foundational achievement!

I can successfully establish my foundation by relying on the sect leader's marrow cleansing and purification techniques!

There's no need to do it this way!

What exactly is going on with this Demonic Sect?!
Why...why did he have to do this?!

Is the brainwashing of the Demonic Sect really that difficult to break?

Su Ling'er watched helplessly as her senior brother completely dissolved in the medicinal soup, leaving not even a trace of bone behind.

His face seemed to be gradually blurring in her mind.

But at this moment, she had no time to care about any of that.

Because the medicinal soup, made by the sacrifice of a fellow disciple, was being poured over her body.

A sizzling sound of burning filled the air.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The screams continued all night long.

As the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, and the final hammer fell, all sound ceased abruptly.

Su Ling'er has mastered the basics of the "Sword Refining Technique".

She has achieved foundation building.

……

Meanwhile, in a secret chamber on the back mountain of Qingxu Temple, three hundred miles away.

The sect leader, Xuan Yuan Daoist, dressed in a simple Daoist robe, stood before rows of life tablets.

These life tokens all belonged to his undercover disciples who were secretly sent to various emerging sects (including those that might bring special value) to gather intelligence.

At this moment, most of the life tablets on the shelves inside the secret room were broken.

There is only one, and it remains intact.

This means that most of the undercover agents he sent out have died.

The day when the Upper Sect "Heavenly Furnace Sect" will collect the "tithe tax" is drawing near.

The spies sent out never even sent back any news.

His gaze fell on the only exception among the countless shattered life tablets.

That was also a life tablet belonging to an outer disciple.

The name engraved on it is—Su Ling'er.

(End of this chapter)