My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 87 This sect seems pretty normal? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions! Seeking book recommendations!)

"Junior brother, come stand here."

Su Ling'er said to Wang Xiedi.

Wang Xie eagerly stepped forward, but before he could even speak, Su Ling'er grabbed him by the back of his neck and hung his collar directly on the end of the hilt of the flying sword in front of him.

"Senior Sister?!"

Wang Xiedi looked bewildered.

"Senior sister will take you to the registration hall."

The next instant, the wooden sword hummed and suddenly shot up from the ground!

“Ahhhhh——!”

The sudden feeling of weightlessness caused Wang Xiedi to let out a pig-like scream.

The wind howled and rushed into his mouth and nose.

His eyes were tightly closed, his legs were kicking wildly in the air, and his hands were gripping his collar tightly, as if he was afraid that he would fall from this height and be smashed into a pulp at any moment.

After a while, the expected fall did not occur.

He felt himself being held firmly, and apart from the howling wind and his collar being a little tight, it seemed... quite safe?

He peeked open one eye and was instantly stunned by what he saw.

The continuous mountain ranges and pavilions quickly shrank in the field of vision;
The surging clouds flowed right beneath our feet.

The visual impact of having the world beneath his feet made him forget his fear for a moment.

So... this is the Foundation Establishment perspective of flying on a sword?

As the initial fear and novelty subsided, a wave of dizziness washed over him. He felt his Dao heart...

No, it's my stomach that's churning.

……

Su Ling'er flew through the sky on her sword, while her senior brother flew behind her, supervising his junior sister's first mission.

The sword at her feet was still that unremarkable beginner's wooden sword.

This sword accompanied her through the Demon-Locking Tower and the Ascension Ladder, and even drank the blood of demonic beasts in countless sect battles.

The sword was already covered with fine scratches and nicks, yet it became even more resilient.

Su Ling'er did not want to replace the original wooden sword.

She didn't want to be like her senior brother or others in the sect, either carrying an ancient sword she found in the sword tomb or a cool-looking giant sword or saber.

Of course, there's another very practical reason...

Getting a better sword would cost too many spirit stones.

Moreover, this beginner's wooden sword seems to grow alongside her.

Its blade is simple and plain, just like it used to be.

She also wanted to use this sword to prove to the world that even the most ordinary wooden sword could still slay demons and eliminate evil spirits.

Just as Su Ling'er was lost in thought, she heard Wang Xiedi's voice transmission from behind her, which was hanging on the hilt of her sword.

[Wang Xiedi: Senior Sister, fly slower, I...I'm dizzy!]

[Su Ling'er: Junior Brother, how fast is this and you're already exhausted? With such little courage and such a weak Dao heart, how can you possibly pursue the path of immortality in the future?]

[Wang Xiedi: No, Senior Sister! I...I just wanted to...could I stand on the sword too? Hanging like this...it's a bit...unseemly, and it's really making me dizzy.]

Su Ling'er's heart skipped a beat.

I've only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and I'm not very skilled at sword control yet. It's already a struggle for me to carry someone. If you stand on this platform and start moving around, we'll both fall off!
But verbally, she's now a dignified senior sister!
He's a senior undercover agent from Qingxu Temple!
How can I admit that I'm incapable now?
[Su Ling'er: You have no cultivation and your temperament is unstable. Standing on it will only cause you to fall. Hanging here is safe for you and can also help temper your temperament.]

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiedi was not disappointed; instead, he felt deeply moved.

Oh, I see. My senior sister was thinking about my safety. I misunderstood her!

[Wang Xiedi: I've learned a lot!]

Su Ling'er: "..."

While Wang Xie was lost in thought, Su Ling'er had already controlled the flying sword and landed at the first stop, albeit somewhat shakily.

In front of the Zhishi Hall. Here, Wang Xiedi finally felt grounded. He received his sect token and uniform, and completed the entry registration.

Then, Su Ling'er was about to take him to carry out her senior brother's next mission.

I'm familiar with the sect's environment now.

The eldest brother also followed closely behind Su Ling'er, which made Su Ling'er dare not slack off in the slightest.

So they strolled through the food pavilion, saw the towering flames of the alchemy pavilion, and passed by the roars emanating from the body-refining hall.

Nothing particularly unusual happened in these places at this time.

Aside from that bunch of identical-looking Elder Qians, this sect seems... pretty normal at the moment?

This made Wang Xiedi lower his guard against this sect somewhat.

Until they arrived at Baicao Valley.

To Wang Xiedi's surprise, the people working diligently in the vast medicinal fields were not his disciples, but rather a group of spirit beasts.

[Wang Xiedi: Senior Sister, they're actually using spirit beasts to farm! This... this kind of feat is beyond the capabilities of ordinary sects!]

[Su Ling'er: This is nothing, but you might have to work here with these spirit beasts too.]

[Wang Xiedi: ???]

What does this mean, senior sister?
Let me dig the ground with the spirit beast?
However, before he could figure it out, Su Ling'er had already led him into the area that still haunted her to this day.

Equipment Refining Pavilion.

Before you even get close, a terrifying shockwave, a mixture of burnt iron residue and a thick stench of blood, hits you.

Su Ling'er calmly introduced:

"Junior Brother Wang, this is where our sect refines weapons."

Then came a barrage of praise for how wonderful and perfect the place was.

But in the transmission of divine consciousness.

[Su Ling'er: Be careful! This is the place I told you about, where they use living people to forge weapons and temper bodies! Don't look around or say anything out of line!]

Wang Xiedi's heart tightened. Just as he was about to reply telepathically, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Not far away, a disciple named [Ji] wore an extremely satisfied smile on his face.

Surrounded and cheered by his fellow disciples, he opened his arms and jumped into a large cauldron bubbling with a strange green medicinal soup without hesitation!
"Pfft!"

"Ahhhh——!"

Wang Xiedi's pupils instantly contracted!

He jumped! He really jumped!

Why? !
Why would someone laugh as they jump into a pot of boiling water?!

When his senior sister mentioned it before, he was shocked, but ultimately there was a layer of imagination between them.

But when this reality is laid bare before your eyes, the impact is devastating!

He saw the man's skin blister and ulcerate at a visible speed, then melt away inch by inch, turning into blood that dissolved into the medicinal soup, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

And the white bones, too, continued to dissolve and shrink in this strange medicinal soup...

The piercing screams gradually faded away completely.

The Guixi Sect disciples around them, as well as Shi Gandang who was about to receive the medicinal soup to temper his body, completely ignored this!
Some people even clapped their hands and cheered loudly!

Wang Xiedi felt his stomach churning.

The people around were still applauding and cheering?!
What are you doing?!
Is this an evil ritual of cooking soup with living people?!

No, no, no, this is beyond the realm of common sense!
Help! There's definitely no normal person here!

The horrific scene before my eyes began to distort and spin, and the faces of the cheering demons became blurred...

Ultimately, his world was plunged into complete darkness.

He fainted.

(End of this chapter)