Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

Yet the only response she received was dead silence.

Because Lin Qingfeng was still watching his short videos.

One by one, the so-called immortal masters put on a show of futile and comical struggle within this domain where the rules had been rewritten.

Every attack was easily neutralized by the ripples in front of the yellow-robed figure.

Every plea for mercy went unanswered.

Su Ling’er watched everything unfold before her.

She watched the Cultivators who normally treated all living beings as ants. Now, they were either attacking frantically or begging humbly, making a disgraceful spectacle of themselves.

When Su Ling’er saw the female Cultivator trying to offer herself to curry favor with her First Senior Brother, her stomach churned.

’Are these the high-and-mighty celestial maidens of usual days?’

’Are these the great Cultivators who see mortals as worthless weeds?’

In the face of death, this group of so-called "enlightened masters" had less dignity than a stray dog wagging its tail and begging for scraps.

’What’s even more hateful is that this seductive slut actually dared to get ideas about First Senior Brother!’

’What kind of man is First Senior Brother?’

’How could a ruined woman like her dare to even dream of defiling First Senior Brother’s sacred body!’

’In her dreams!’

She subconsciously glanced at Lin Qingfeng’s back.

His figure was aloof and peerless.

No matter the grotesque display before him, no matter the winds and frosts or blades and swords, he remained as firm as a mountain.

Even when faced with such blatant seduction, First Senior Brother’s Dao heart remained as solid as a rock, without the slightest ripple.

Su Ling’er suddenly understood.

’This isn’t disregard.’

’It’s contempt.’

’It’s absolute refusal.’

’To First Senior Brother, their pleas are nothing but poison coated in sugar. He scorns to even listen.’

’Their attacks are the struggles of an ant trying to shake a tree. He scorns to even pay them mind.’

’From the moment this group chose to stand with the corrupt imperial power and raise their butcher’s knives against us and the people of Jinnan City, they were no longer human in First Senior Brother’s eyes. They weren’t even opponents.’

’They are just filth.’

’Dust that must be swept away.’

’And since they are dust, who would listen to the excuses of dust?’

’Who would respond to the pleas and offerings of dust?’

Su Ling’er lowered her head and looked at the [Slow Sword] in her hand.

The blade hummed softly, its cold light glinting.

This sword had been placed in her hands by First Senior Brother himself.

’What does this mean?’

’It means First Senior Brother has bestowed the authority to "sweep away" upon me!’

’First Senior Brother is telling me: when facing these long-decayed evils, there’s no need for hesitation, no need for pity, and certainly no need for superfluous words.’

’Since the imperial court slanders us as demons,’

’Then we shall use demon to attack demon!’

’We just need to wipe them out!’

’As for the gap in our realms?’

Su Ling’er glanced at the Evil Cultivators who had been attacking them, their frantic efforts all in vain.

First Senior Brother had already shielded everyone behind him from all storms. He even gave her the "Slow Sword," bridging the once-insurmountable chasm between Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul for her.

’First Senior Brother said I can do it.’

’So I definitely can!’

’If the path ahead is a mountain, I’ll level the mountain.’

’If the path ahead is a sea, I’ll fill the sea!’

’The blood of this great Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator will be the best whetstone First Senior Brother has given me!’

...

On the other side of the battlefield.

Mr. Wang had also gone mad.

"Die! Just die for me!!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he recklessly burned his blood essence.

𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Every time his turn came, he would unleash the strongest attack of his life.

The Thunder Dharma Aspect roared, its giant hammer smashing down again and again.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The earth trembled, and the air wailed.

But the ripples before the yellow-robed figure were like an unshakable canopy of heaven.

The moment any destructive force touched those ripples, it was like a clay ox entering the sea—vanishing without a trace.

Lin Qingfeng didn’t even spare him a glance.

Because he was still scrolling through his short videos!

This humiliation of being utterly ignored was harder for him to accept than death itself.

"Damn it! Damn it all!!"

Mr. Wang roared, and the phantom of his Dharma Aspect began to flicker unsteadily.

Just then, the Power of Rules descended again.

Inhale—exhale—

Mr. Wang’s movements were once again forcibly frozen.

His turn was over.

After a few more futile struggles, the red-robed young woman who had been standing behind the yellow-robed figure moved.

It was finally her turn!

Su Ling’er took a deep breath.

"A single thought, a flower blooms..."

The profound feeling from when First Senior Brother had controlled her body to slay the demon wolf echoed in her mind.

Although she felt she couldn’t perfectly replicate such a miracle, she felt she could now use the same sword moves from back then!

(Because this is a built-in sword move of the Slow Sword!)

The [Slow Sword] in her hand seemed to sense her state of mind. The blade trembled slightly, letting out a clear cry that thirsted for blood.

"A single thought, a flower blooms..."

Su Ling’er murmured, slowly extending the longsword in her hand.

VMMMM—!

In an instant, a familiar point of hazy green light bloomed once more on the tip of the [Slow Sword].

The point of light swirled like an exploding star. While it lacked the world-enveloping majesty of that first sword strike, a green lotus flower truly did coalesce from the void, slowly blossoming atop the blade.

Its petals drifted down, dreamlike and illusory.

"...One Sword, Green Lotus!"

With a sharp cry, Su Ling’er’s figure suddenly shot forward.

Her Body Technique was erratic. In the pupils of the immobilized Mr. Wang, his vision was completely filled by that beautiful yet deadly green sword light.

PFFT!

The lotus shadow dissipated, and the sword light flashed like lightning.

The [Slow Sword] broke through his Protective Gang Qi and pierced into Mr. Wang’s body.

A spray of blood and light splashed out simultaneously.

After stabbing him, Su Ling’er didn’t even have time to pull out her sword and admire her handiwork before her body involuntarily leaped backward, hopping back to her starting point.

She reset her stance and resumed that strange rhythm of breathing and shrugging.

Mr. Wang: "..."

He looked at the bloody hole in his shoulder, then back at Su Ling’er, who had just hopped away.

’What is this?’

’What the hell is this?!’

’Stab me with a sword and then run away?’

’What does she take me for, a mighty Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator?’

’Even a piddling little Foundation Establishment Cultivator like you dares to humiliate me like this? Using me for sword practice?’

’You whelp... you insolent whelp!!’

Mr. Wang was so angry he wanted to tremble, but all he could do was inhale and exhale; he couldn’t even shake.

He could only watch helplessly as she threw his dignity as a powerful expert to the ground and repeatedly stomped on it!

’I’ll kill you!!’

It was Mr. Wang’s turn again.

He attacked again, heedless of everything.

Ineffective.

Still ineffective!

Then, it was his turn again!

Still no effect!

He had turn after turn, but each time his attack was easily neutralized by Lin Qingfeng’s invisible ripples.

Finally, it was Su Ling’er’s turn again.

She hopped forward and continued to execute the Green Lotus Sword Song.

PFFT!

This time, the sword stabbed him in the thigh.

Su Ling’er hopped back to her original position again.

Watching this scene, the mental defenses of the other Cultivators began to crumble bit by bit.

One of the elders, used to a life of luxury, didn’t want to be slowly poked to death by a Foundation Establishment Stage disciple or some other nobody, didn’t want to be humiliated like Mr. Wang.

He gave a bitter laugh and slapped his own forehead with the back of his hand.

BANG!

His brains splattered, and his body fell stiffly to the ground.

It was like toppling the first domino. They had found the only way to find release on this battlefield without suffering further humiliation.

"Senior! This junior knows his mistake!"

"This junior will now commit suicide to atone! I only beg you, Senior... do not doom my soul to eternal damnation! I will be a good person in my next life..."

SQUELCH!

A sharp blade pierced his heart, and the old man ended his own life.

"Hahaha! We’re all going to die! We’re all going to die!!"

Others dropped all pretense, their usually concealed malice erupting just before death.

"We came here with you to ransack homes, wipe out families, and slaughter a city anyway! Since I’m not getting out of this alive, you commoner scum can forget about living too!"

During his turn, that Cultivator blasted his magic treasure at the group of mortal military commanders behind him.

"Die with me! All of you can be buried with this ancestor!!"

RUMBLE!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Dozens of mortal commanders were instantly blasted into a bloody mist.

"I’ll kill them too! Damn it, it’s all your fault! It’s your fault for dragging us into this death trap! You all deserve to die!!!"

Another man’s eyes turned red. He summoned a divine seal and sent it hurtling toward the imperial soldiers who were still "channeling" during their action turns.

In an instant, the once-solemn formation of the imperial army turned into a living hell.

Screams, curses, and crazed laughter intertwined.

They slaughtered each other.

Rivers of blood flowed.

Mr. Wang watched it all with a bitter smile.

He watched his colleagues, who were usually so sanctimonious, now either killing themselves outright or slaughtering others in a frenzy.

’Perhaps this is what we were like all along.’

He glanced again at the red-robed girl, who was still inhaling and exhaling, preparing for her next leaping stab. His gaze passed over her and landed on the yellow-robed figure who stood with his hands clasped behind his back the entire time.

He smiled.

He remembered how, in his youth, he had once wiped a mortal city off the map for a Spirit Stone Vein.

Afterward, he had merely stated nonchalantly that he had purged a den of Evil Cultivators occupying a Spirit Vein for the sake of the common people.

He had also, for the sake of hoarding a few treasures "borrowed" from the national treasury, annihilated an entire Cultivator family that had noticed his scheme—along with their mortal relatives—overnight, framing them as "demonic fiends."

’And now, before a more powerful existence, I am nothing more than an ant that can be crushed at will.’

’The Celestial Dao’s cycle is just.’

’Today, it’s finally my turn.’

Mr. Wang stopped struggling. He simply faced Lin Qingfeng’s direction from afar and bowed deeply.

This bow was the submission of the defeated.

"I... have lost."

"Your Excellency’s Divine Techniques are unparalleled in this era. I am utterly convinced of my defeat."

He turned his head and gave Su Ling’er one last look.

"Little girl in red, no need to trouble yourself with testing your sword on me back and forth."

As his voice fell, the Spiritual Qi in his body reversed its flow. His Nascent Soul erupted with a brilliant light, and then... it shattered, piece by piece.

Puff.

Blood poured from Mr. Wang’s seven orifices. His body went limp and collapsed, all signs of life gone.

Su Ling’er watched this scene unfold.

She gripped the sword in her hand even tighter.

’These people... they’re just a pack of demons in human skin!’

’Nothing more than a bunch of Evil Cultivators!’

’Kill!’

’Kill them all!’

Because Su Ling’er had long tempered herself by absorbing blood-fiend and resentful qi, the thick stench of blood and despair now permeating the battlefield was constantly stimulating her nerves.

A primal craving stirred madly within her.

’The blood essence of these Cultivators, their lifetime of Cultivation... it’s all the purest nourishment!’

’Since they are demons, I shall use their flesh, blood, and souls as resources to forge my own staircase to the heavens on the righteous path!’

’Use demon to attack demon! Use slaughter to stop slaughter!’

’These people who aid the wicked are no different from those Evil Cultivators.’

’They are all dust.’

’And all of them should be swept away.’

She closed her eyes, and her Cultivation Technique began to operate on its own.

Wisps of blood-fiend and resentful qi, mixed with the Spiritual Qi that had yet to dissipate from the dead Cultivators, transformed into streams of blood-red air that converged from all directions and drilled into her body.

She began to refine it all on the spot!

...

An unknown amount of time passed.

A screen of light dissipated before Lin Qingfeng’s eyes. He smacked his lips, still wanting more, and closed the interface.

As he thought this, he prepared to see how his junior sister was doing with hacking away at that old Nascent Soul geezer.

’With my junior sister’s Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivation, even with the sharpness of the [Slow Sword], she’ll probably have to grind away at him for a good while...’

He casually swept his gaze across the scene.

The next second.

The hand Lin Qingfeng held behind his back trembled slightly.

’Holy shit?’

’What happened to all those people?!’

’All those Nascent Soul and Golden Core masters... does that mean they couldn’t even withstand a single round against you, Junior Sister? You killed them all, didn’t you?!’