My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 98 How can there still be human trafficking? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions! Seeking book recommendations!)

In a corner of the cultivation world of "Jintian", a rain curtain hangs in the sky, where a sect with a rather oppressive style sits.

The Da Wa Sect. This place does not cultivate the Golden Core Dao, nor does it seek supernatural powers or invincibility. The "Dao" pursued by its disciples is quite peculiar, even...abnormal.

The daily training in the sect is a series of perverse rituals.

Beneath the pavilion overlooking the water, there always stands a beautiful female disciple, revered as the "Holy Maiden."

She would lean against the railing listlessly, reciting the sect's sacred text, "The Admonitions of the Holy Maiden," in a tone that was three parts indifferent and seven parts disdainful.

The voice lacked any enthusiasm for preaching or answering questions; it was merely perfunctory and annoyed.

Outside the pavilion, dozens of male disciples would sit cross-legged regardless of the weather, listening attentively.

There was no resentment at being slighted on their faces, but rather an expression of sudden enlightenment.

However, the "holy maidens" on the pavilion had no trace of the demeanor of immortals.

Their true identities are nothing more than "live-streaming hosts" hired by the guild leader from the mortal world at great expense.

She is also known as "Wa Xue Mei" (Wa Schoolgirl).

Inside the pavilion, they complained about the hardship of maintaining a disdainful attitude and grumbled about the tedium of reading from a script, treating it as a lucrative business opportunity.

……

In the cave of the Dawa Sect Master.

The president, "Wawei X Feng," was sprawled out on a chair, his face covered with a book of erotic pictures he had somehow acquired, and was fast asleep.

In his view, the path of the Dawa sect is to seek a sense of existence affirmed by "disdain" in the extreme humility and sacrifice; it is to see through the supreme truth of "form is emptiness" in endless "offering".

"Om-"

A slight vibration interrupted his meditation. Somewhat impatiently, he removed the erotic painting from his face, and the screen of light unfolded before his eyes.

A message from a friend? He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the ID.

[Lin Qingfeng (of Guixi Sect): Hello, are you there?]

……

After a brief exchange, the president of the Da Wa Sect looked at Lin Qingfeng's message, and the ease on his face vanished.

[Wa Wei X Feng (from the Da Wa Sect): You said you'd sell me your sect's newest good-for-nothing? And you want to exchange him for a cultivation technique that can lead to the Mahayana stage? Lin Qingfeng, are you out of your mind?]

[(Da Wa Zong) Wa Wei X Feng: Even if Da Wa Zong has a bad reputation, we're not a dumping ground for trash! Besides, we already have enough of this type here; we don't need another one to lower the overall level!]

[Lin Qingfeng (of the Guixi Sect): Is that so?]

[Lin Qingfeng (of the Guixi Sect): That old Taoist priest your sect sent last time, who infiltrated our sect, tarnished our reputation, and even attempted to infiltrate us. Shouldn't I find an opportunity to personally go there and have a word with you about it?]

The head of the Dawa Clan had a gloomy expression.

That old Taoist priest really is from their sect!
When they first heard that Guixi Sect had recruited its first native NPC, who was also a junior sister, some people in the sect couldn't hold back any longer, and he couldn't stop them.

As a result, that person was kicked out of the sect and was branded as an undercover agent!
But he remained defiant in his words.

[Wawei X Feng (from the Da Wa Sect): One thing at a time. A Mahayana cultivation technique? Lin Qingfeng, why don't you just steal it? No one in my sect, not even myself, has reached that level of cultivation. Do you think I would have one? Even if I did, would I trade it for a piece of trash with terrible aptitude?]

Even if you lose the fight, you can't lose your spirit; you can't lose your morale.

Lin Qingfeng never expected that it really was an undercover agent sent by their sect, and this explosion exposed him!
Then the cultivation method can be even more justified!

[Lin Qingfeng (of Guixi Sect): I don't care. That old Taoist's actions have severely damaged the bright and noble image of my sect, causing immense psychological trauma to everyone in the sect, especially my naive junior sister. You must make amends for this loss.]

[Lin Qingfeng (Guixi Sect): We don't have Mahayana cultivation techniques, but surely we have Nascent Soul techniques? Note, not your own creations!] [Wa Wei X Feng (Dawa Sect): No! Don't even think about it! And what's wrong with our own creations? You're complaining about them!!!]

Seeing that the other party was unmoved by reason, Lin Qingfeng finally revealed his true intentions.

[Lin Qingfeng (of Guixi Sect): Fine, I won't make things difficult for you then.]

[Lin Qingfeng (of the Guixi Sect): Then I don't need any profound cultivation techniques. Just find me one suitable for someone like Wang Xiedi... someone similar to the disciples of your sect, the kind of technique suitable for him to cultivate.]

[Lin Qingfeng (of Guixi Sect): By the way, you can create this yourself!]

【(Da Wa Zong) Wa Wei X Feng:】

I knew it!
……

And the other side.

Qingxu Temple, a forbidden area in the back mountain.

The stone gate was tightly shut, isolating it from all outside sounds.

Xuan Yuan Daoist sat cross-legged on a futon, the incense burner in front of him emitting wisps of smoke, but his mind was in turmoil.

Counting on my fingers, there was less than a month left until the Upper Heavenly Furnace Sect came to collect the tithe tax.

Time is of the essence, and if Wang Xiedi can achieve something this time, he might not only be able to collect enough shares, but also use it to give Qingxu Temple a chance to breathe for the next hundred years.

This was a path to survival that he, as the sect leader, had to fight for for Qingxu Temple.

Regardless of what sacrifices are involved, and who will be kept in the secret forever...

However, the future is uncertain.

Recently, undercurrents have been surging in the cultivation world, and a shocking rumor has already spread throughout all the major sects.

It is said that, in order to revive an ancient immortal vine that was on the verge of death, the righteous and demonic paths actually reached a rare cooperation.

As a pillar of the righteous path, the Heavenly Furnace Sect also participated in the operation. The righteous and demonic paths did not hesitate to activate the spies that had been lurking in the neutral zone for many years, such as the Cloud Falling Sect, the Immortal Sword Sect, and the Hundred Flowers Valley, all in order to compete for the [Spirit Eye Tree] essence that only flows out once every two hundred years.

This major event, which affected the entire cultivation world, made all resources extremely scarce.

The disciples that Xuan Yuan Daoist sent to various places to seek opportunities all returned empty-handed, and many even lost their lives along the way.

He knew in his heart that even if the Heavenly Furnace Sect was not the mainstream of the righteous path in this operation, it would inevitably suffer some losses.

As for who will make up for the losses, it will probably be the subordinate sects.

The subsequent tithes will only be heavier than ever before.

If they cannot produce anything of real value, the lineage of Qingxu Temple will likely come to an end here.

If one's own personal disciples are lucky, they may be able to become outer disciples in the upper sect.

He placed all his hopes on the mysterious and unpredictable "Guixi Sect".

We can no longer sit idly by and wait to die!
then.

Xuan Yuan Daoist's eyes narrowed, and he took out an ancient tortoise shell covered with cracks from his storage bag.

This is the treasure passed down from Qingxu Temple, the [Questioning Mystery Armor]. Each time it is used, it will consume one's lifespan of sixty years.

He bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of his blood onto the tortoise shell.

In an instant, blood beads seeped in, and a faint golden light burst forth from the crack.

He muttered incantations, pouring all his divine sense into it, trying to glimpse a glimmer of hope!
(End of this chapter)