My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 125 Senior Sister is really gone... (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions! Seeking book recommendations!)

I have let my senior down...

I...I killed the Jade-Faced Mantis Girl...

I can’t do anything…

I...I'm such a useless piece of trash!!!

He clutched his head in anguish, trying to erase these memories from his mind and return to the peaceful state of sleep he had before.

But the despair in his heart completely devoured his reason and hope.

If... if I could have come just a little earlier...

If I hadn't been influenced by that feeling of laziness...

If... one could let go of responsibility and burdens...

Countless "what ifs" swirled in his mind, but each one pointed to the same unchangeable ending.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a group returning from a distance.

It was a procession of vengeful spirits carrying a magnificent jade coffin.

The spirit beasts following behind the procession were also holding up two huge white banners.

By the moonlight, Wang Xie could make out the words on the banner—

[Deepest condolences on the passing of Su Ling'er, the Holy Maiden of the Guixi Sect!]

May the Holy Maiden of Guixi Sect rest in peace!

boom--! ! ! ! !
Wang Xiedi felt as if his brain had been struck by a bolt of lightning from the heavens, and his mind went completely blank.

The Holy Maiden... Su Ling'er... has passed away...?
He staggered to his feet from the mud, staring wide-eyed in disbelief as he checked the glaring words on the banner again and again.

what happened?

What exactly is going on? !
What exactly happened while I was infiltrating?!

Senior sister... how could she... have passed away?!

He suddenly remembered the funeral procession he had seen during the day, and the magnificent jade coffin.

Could it be... could it be... that something had already happened to my senior sister back then?!

It turns out that everything back then was prepared for my senior sister!

An even more terrifying thought instantly shattered his last psychological defenses.

My senior sister's 'faking illness'... wasn't faking it!
She is truly critically ill!
And I... I not only failed to save the Jade-Faced Mantis, but also missed the only opportunity that my senior sister created for me with her life!

What have I done?!
"Snapped!"

He slapped himself hard across the face.

I have let down my senior sister who risked her life to create this opportunity for me!
I wasted the opportunity my senior sister created for me!

It was me...it was me who killed my senior sister!

I'm such a cowardly and irresponsible person!
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

He kept slapping himself, the light in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only a lifeless numbness and emptiness.

Why...why is this happening?

All that remained in his eyes was endless gloom.

He didn't know how he got back to the heart of the sect, or how he crossed that wilderness.

He dragged his heavy legs back to the thatched hut like a walking corpse.

He raised his head and looked at the bamboo house in the distance that belonged to his senior sister.

The bamboo house was pitch black, without any lights or people in sight.

His last glimmer of hope was shattered, and despair completely engulfed him.

Senior sister... she hasn't come back to rest yet at this hour...

He looked up at the sky.

My senior sister... is really... gone...

What...what have I done...?

With a thud, his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees on the muddy ground, facing the empty bamboo house. "Senior Sister—!"

"Senior sister—!"

He wept uncontrollably, his mournful cries sounding especially desolate in the desolate night.

"It's my fault! I'm so sorry!"

"You suffered so much all by yourself, and yet... I couldn't even fulfill the last thing you entrusted to me with your life..."

"You took such good care of me and the other outer sect disciples... I haven't even had a chance to repay your kindness... I haven't even grown into someone who can truly take responsibility... You're all dead, how am I supposed to go on living?!"

"Senior sister... Senior sister—!"

Wang Xiedi knelt there, crying and pounding the ground with his fists, trying to vent his endless regret and pain.

From afar, he was kneeling in front of his senior sister's lonely little bamboo house, crying like a child abandoned by the whole world.

……

Meanwhile, Su Ling'er felt like she was about to fall apart.

In order to get out of that damned coffin "legitimately," she paid the painful price of "working three times as much."

From the moment she emerged from the coffin, she tirelessly flew between various mission locations on her sword at top speed, frantically completing her tasks.

Tilling the medicinal herb fields, slaying monsters...

The beginner's wooden sword in her hand was almost leaving afterimages as she swung it, and streaks of light flashed in the sky, all of which were her figures moving back and forth between various mission points.

When spiritual energy and physical strength are exhausted, one circulates the "True Explanation of the Return to Origin of All Things" and the "Sword Refining Technique" to recover. Once recovered, one continues in this cycle.

She was lucky; while doing a mission, she encountered Elder Qian, who imparted his skills to her. When she exchanged her skills for a technique from him, he gave her a pretty good one.

【Flowing Shadow Flying Star Technique】.

This technique specializes in sword flight, allowing the flying sword to move faster, turn more flexibly, and consume less spiritual energy.

Under this terrifying frequency of missions, she felt that her proficiency in flying on her sword was increasing at an alarming rate.

at last.

Having completed three times the target, she dragged her exhausted body back to her bamboo house, guided by the moonlight.

She didn't want to think about anything right now; she just wanted to lie back in her bed and have a good night's sleep.

As a result, as soon as she reached the bamboo house, she saw a familiar yet infuriating figure kneeling at her door.

Who is that?
She looked closely, and when the gleaming mirror reflected in her eyes, she instantly understood.

It's Wang Xiedi!

He... was crying his heart out at his own doorstep?

No, you're wailing too?

what's the situation?
Were you infected by those senior brothers?

Countless question marks instantly popped into Su Ling'er's mind.

Is he blaming himself for failing the mission?
Why is this guy crying so sadly here?

Or perhaps... that praying mantis left an indelible shadow in his heart, leaving you unsure how to face it?
The thought of him because of the praying mantis ignited a nameless fire within her.

Can't you even handle this little setback?

You came even when I failed, but you should stay silent when you fail, thinking you can come back next time or wait for support later!
Will crying and shouting here solve anything?

Why did the sect leader send such a person?!
And you still have the nerve to cry?!
Su Lingling grew angrier the more she thought about it.

If you weren't so incompetent and more of a hindrance than a help, would I have wasted a whole day and attracted the attention of those devils for nothing?!
I was locked in a coffin and had to stay with three vengeful, mummified corpses!

They'll have to do three times the work after they leave!
I clearly managed to distract most people, and you still failed?!

You cried like this after failing?!

She suppressed her anger and walked over with a cold expression.

“Wang Xiedi,”

"What are you doing kneeling in front of my house in the middle of the night?"

(End of this chapter)