My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 91 Don't You Love Me Anymore? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions! Seeking book recommendations!)

Emerging from the Demon-Sealing Tower, it was nearly dusk.

Su Ling'er wielded the simple wooden sword and led the way.

Wang Xiedi obediently hung the sword on the hilt; after the previous incident, he was much more docile now.

But those eyes still uncontrollably followed the captivating red silhouette on the sword.

"Junior brother, the next place is the Inquiry Ladder."

The flying sword traced an arc and slowly landed on a spacious mountaintop platform.

When Wang Xiedi's feet touched solid ground again, he was completely stunned by the spectacle before him.

A staircase, entirely carved from white jade, rose straight up from the mountaintop beneath our feet.

Its end was swallowed up by the swirling clouds and mist, and its end could not be seen.

There are no railings on either side of the steps, only ancient Taoist patterns that flicker on the jade.

Standing at the foot of this ladder, one feels as insignificant as a drop in the ocean or a speck of dust, and a sense of shame and inadequacy arises spontaneously.

The mountain wind, carrying clouds and mist, rushed down the steps, and when it blew on my face, it had a refreshing and cool feel to it.

[Wang Xiedi: Senior Sister... Senior Sister! This sect is incredibly powerful! Such a wondrous sight!]

This was a profound shock, far more impactful than the initial impression of the sect.

[Wang Xiedi: This...this is something only top-tier sects could pull off! Qingxu Temple...no, even Tianlu Sect might not have such resources!]

After a brief moment of shock, he immediately remembered the purpose of his trip and the terrifying experiences he had previously witnessed, and became wary.

[Wang Xiedi: But... Senior Sister, could this place be like the previous ones, where some kind of shady dealings involving the disregard for human life exist?]

[Wang Xiedi: For example, if someone can't climb up, their soul is directly drained by the ladder?]

Su Ling'er stood before the ladder, her red robes fluttering gently in the wind.

She turned around, her expression solemn, still the dutiful guide she always was, and began to introduce him.

"Junior Brother Wang, this is the Daoist Ladder of our sect, a supreme treasure left over from ancient times."

This ladder does not test cultivation level, nor does it examine physical constitution or spiritual roots; it only asks for a heart that yearns for the Dao.

As long as one's resolve is firm, one can ascend the ladder.

With each step ascended, one is rewarded with a surge of spiritual energy; if one can reach the highest point, one will receive unparalleled benefits, and a complete transformation will not be difficult.

Her voice was clear and melodious, echoing on the mountaintop, possessing a certain ethereal quality.

Meanwhile, her slightly helpless telepathic message was simultaneously sent to Wang Xiedi's mind.

[Su Ling'er: Junior Wa, don't be so alarmed. What I just said is indeed true.]

[Su Ling'er: I didn't see any major hidden dangers at first. At most, when encountering a bottleneck, one might easily fall into a mental illusion, but after a while, one would automatically wake up and it wouldn't be life-threatening.]

[Su Ling'er: Besides, I did indeed break through to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining right here. You can go up and try it later; it will only benefit you.]

Even so, Su Ling'er didn't actually have any expectations of him.

Junior brother...

Ugh……

The thought of fainting at the sight of anything in the weapon-refining pavilion made her want to rub her forehead.

Not to mention in the Spirit Beast Garden...

The terrifying image of a man and a mantis caught in a passionate love affair flashed uncontrollably through her mind, sending a chill down her spine.

Forget it, forget it, forget it quickly!

If I keep thinking about it, my Dao heart will become unstable!
[Wang Xiedi: Thank you for your guidance, senior sister!]

Just then, they saw that familiar figure again.

Beside the entrance to the staircase leading to the Dao, a wooden table has been added.

Behind the wooden table sat an expressionless old man, none other than Elder Qian from the sect, who looked exactly like him.

He seemed to be everywhere, yet also like a soulless decoration.

Sitting there quietly, I wonder how many years have passed.

Wang Xiedi also felt something was strange. Why was this old man everywhere? Su Ling'er, on the other hand, stepped forward as if she knew the way well and paid Wang Xiedi a "ladder fee" of ten low-grade spirit stones.

Elder Qian accepted the spirit stones and waved his hand, signaling them to let them pass.

His expression remained completely unchanged throughout the entire process.

With everything prepared, Wang Xie took a deep breath and, filled with excitement and trepidation, officially stepped onto the towering white jade staircase.

First level.

The illusion was easily dispelled.

He walked steadily upwards, step by step.

Fifth level, tenth level...

He didn't walk fast, but every step he took was exceptionally firm.

Although the oppressive force emanating from the stairs was heavy, it did not make him feel unable to move an inch.

As he stepped onto the fifteenth step, the scene before him suddenly changed!
The surrounding mountain winds and clouds vanished in an instant.

The next moment, he found himself in what seemed to be an incredibly luxurious pavilion.

Beneath him was a soft, large bed covered with the hides of an unknown animal, and the bed curtains were made of the finest gold brocade.

Wang Xiedi felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he was about to concentrate on fighting back, he noticed a bulging bulge under the brocade quilt beside him.

It looks like someone is sleeping there?

Before he could react, a soft, delicate female voice came from the bed.

Her voice, tinged with the languid sweetness of someone just waking up, softly called out:

"Ms. sir..."

That one word, "My husband," sent a shiver down Wang Xiedi's spine.

The newly formed sense of vigilance crumbled instantly, and the doubts in their hearts deepened!

Husband?!
what's the situation?
What did my inner demons do?

However, he was still secretly pleased. He hoped and looked forward to what kind of wife his inner demons would arrange for him, hoping that she would be a wife who suited his heart.

But if that's the case, is the inner demon still an inner demon?
then.

Filled with anticipation and excitement, he reached out and yanked back the covers!
"Sister, I..."

The figure in the blanket stirred, slowly turned its head, and looked at Wang Xiedi.

It was a... extremely old face.

"..."

Wang Xiedi's smile froze on his face.

What kind of monster is this?!
What are you doing!

Why is it an old lady?!
Is this how his fantasy of youthful romance begins?!
This isn't what he expected!
Is this my inner demon?!

How terrifying!
He was so frightened that he almost rolled off the bed, scrambling to the corner and pointing at the old woman on the bed.

"what!"

Just then, with a creak, the carved wooden door was slowly pushed open.

Another old lady came in, carrying a bowl of hot soup.

When she saw Wang Xiedi, who was terrified in the corner, and the old woman on the bed, the soup bowl in her hand shattered on the ground with a "crack".

His cloudy eyes instantly filled with tears, and a heartbroken expression appeared on his face as he sobbed:

"Master!"

"Who...who is she?!"

"Could it be... that you no longer love me?"

Wang Xiedi: "???"

(End of this chapter)