Chapter 487 - 465: Time to Fulfill the Fated Opportunity for Little Junior Sister

Chapter 487: Chapter 465: Time to Fulfill the Fated Opportunity for Little Junior Sister

Lin Qingfeng was very satisfied watching his little sister suddenly flip out before him.

This was the special effect from the [Netherworld Ghost Lamp] he’d paid for. Anyone who looked at him would feel a chilling wind and see an eerie underlight. Seeing his little sister so scared proved it was money well spent!

One had to remember, his little sister was a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator who could annihilate an army of a hundred thousand with a flick of her finger and slaughter every last Nascent Soul and Golden Core expert. Ah, no, she was a Fake Core stage Cultivator now!

If even she couldn’t handle it, wouldn’t it be hilarious to see how scared those native NPCs would get?

His gaze went past Su Ling’er, landing on the lone old man still following behind her.

The old man had a full head of white hair and a stooped figure. He too was staring at Lin Qingfeng in terror.

However, his terror didn’t stem from the paid special effect, but from Lin Qingfeng’s very existence!

Lin Qingfeng called up the game panel and glanced at it.

Just as he thought.

[Creature Aptitude: Dark Spirit Root (Single Spirit Root), Dao Foundation severely damaged, prospects on the immortal path are grim, outstanding Yin spirit talent, possesses special trait: [Barely Surviving]]

’Ignoring the negative statuses, just looking at his Spirit Root and talent, he’s practically a natural-born Ghost Cultivator.’

Lin Qingfeng looked at the empty mountain path again and nodded in satisfaction.

’This is efficiency!’

’How long has it been? All those mediocre, blank-slate types have already been sent packing, clean as a whistle.’

’Leaving only this hidden gem.’

’Just as I thought, making my little sister the welcomer and Holy Daughter was a stroke of genius.’

’Although she herself is a standard Cultivation Realm "Muggle," her eye for weeding out the useless is even more aggressive than the Ministry of Magic’s elite "Aurors."’

’Now *that’s* what you call vision!’

’She doesn’t pull any of that "misery loves company" nonsense just because she used to be useless herself.’

’Back then, the sect only took in some useless disciples out of desperation. We’re not supporting freeloaders now! Having her act as the welcomer has saved me so much trouble!’

’Not bad, not bad at all!’

At that moment, Su Ling’er suppressed the terror in her heart and stammered, "Gree... Greetings, Eldest Brother!"

When You Gu’s old eyes saw that face clearly, his pupils contracted violently.

Even though the face was deathly pale under the netherworldly light, and even though not a hint of Spiritual Power leaked from the other person’s body.

The fear carved deep into his soul still gripped his heart.

’It’s him!’

’The one who sent a sword strike from afar and completely annihilated his disciple You Quan’s soul!’

You Gu’s heart leaped into his throat.

’Even though this body of mine has undergone a thousand disguises, and my very existence was rendered unrecognizable by that sword strike, coming here is still like dancing on a blade’s edge or walking a tightrope in Yama Hall!’

’If I weren’t on death’s door, I would never have come here!’

’In a situation like this, hesitating for even a second is disrespecting your own life.’

’I don’t know how this will turn out, but there’s no harm in being the first to prostrate myself! It may be shameful, but it works! If one prostration isn’t enough, I’ll just smoothly do another!’

And so...

"THUD—!"

A dull impact.

You Gu’s knees hit the rocky ground again with impeccable form, his movements incredibly practiced.

Su Ling’er’s eyelids twitched as she watched from the side, a sense of absurdity welling up inside her.

’My god, old man, were you born to kneel? How long has it been, and I’ve already seen you kneel twice!!!’

’They say a man’s knees are worth their weight in gold. You’re an old man with one foot in the grave, so did your gold get buried with you?’

Lin Qingfeng was also taken aback.

’Well now, did he really get scared enough to just kneel?!’

The old man was now fully prostrated, his aged face pressed into the dirt, looking as if he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot to show his sincerity.

"This junior pays his respects to the Eldest Brother of the Guixi Sect!"

"Eldest Brother, your venerable presence is like the clouds parting to reveal the sun! This junior feels as if he has glimpsed the true face of the Great Dao! The way you stand there, Dao-rhythm flowing around you, secretly in tune with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth—though you have not spoken, your presence surpasses a thousand thunderclaps!"

"This junior’s meager cultivation is like a firefly before the bright moon, a frog in a well before the Eastern Sea! To be able to gaze upon your esteemed face, this junior must have exhausted the accumulated yin-virtue of eight lifetimes just for the blessing of this single glance!"

"With a true god like you presiding over the Guixi Sect, how could it last for merely a thousand ages? It is destined to punch the Nine Heavens and stomp the Netherworld, enjoying eternal immortal fortune and a lifespan equal to... no, a lifespan equal to the Dao itself!"

The corner of Lin Qingfeng’s mouth twitched.

’Ah, this...’

’Is this how this old man reacts when he’s scared? Truly, the human species is a diverse one! He’s got a good eye, though!’

’It seems my charm within this sect is so great that it can’t be concealed even with a netherworld filter on.’

Before Lin Qingfeng could even open his mouth to say a few cool words, a series of hurried and unsteady footsteps suddenly sounded from the mountain path not far behind him.

Wang and the others, who had just finished their task of helping to incubate new life and were about to return to their quarters, were now standing dumbfounded at the corner.

A dozen pairs of bloodshot eyes were fixed on the old man who had dropped to his knees at first sight, his flattery loud enough to shake the heavens.

A sense of crisis swept through the heart of every undercover agent.

’This old bastard... are his methods really that wild?’

’Look at him!’

’First meeting, he kowtows without a second thought, with none of the reserve expected of a Cultivator!’

’Now look at us!’

’What have we been doing? Still hesitating over a little bit of pride?’

’We’ve been going about this all wrong!’

’If this old bastard gets into the sect, with that shameless spirit, wouldn’t he soar straight to the top?’

’No! We can’t lose!’

Wang rushed out.

"THUD!"

Three zhang in front of Lin Qingfeng, he executed an exceptionally smooth sliding kneel. His knees made a crisp crack on the stone slabs that sounded painful, but his face was filled with fanaticism and piety.

"Eldest Brother!!!"

Immediately after, the dozen or so junior brothers behind him, not to be outdone, all scrambled over and dropped to their knees in a chaotic clatter. The sound of knees hitting the ground rose and fell, making Su Ling’er’s eyelids twitch.

"Eldest Brother! This disciple has achieved enlightenment! I have finally reached a great awakening under your and Miss Su’s guidance!"

"Before, this disciple was foolish, only knowing that Cultivation was for long life and for slaughter. But in that quiet room, as I used my own body heat to slowly warm that new life, I felt... the weight of life!"

A disciple next to him immediately chimed in, his face looking sacred:

"Yes, Eldest Brother! It wasn’t just a vigil; it was reverence for creation itself! In the long night, as I felt that faint yet tenacious pulse, I finally understood that every life that comes into this world is a miracle! They all need us to nurture them with our own flesh and blood!"

"It was pain! It was torment! It was the weakness of having my essence, qi, and spirit drained away! But it was precisely this suffering that allowed me to understand the meaning of ’letting go,’ the meaning of ’great love’!"

"Just as Eldest Brother said, ’How can one enjoy the fragrance of plum blossoms without experiencing the bone-chilling cold?’ Thank you, Eldest Brother, for granting us this opportunity to cultivate! This disciple... accepts it with delight!"

For a moment, the sound of weeping shook the area before the sect gate.

A group of grown men were kneeling on the ground, forcibly twisting their tragic experience of "being used as living incubators" into a supreme path of "understanding the true meaning of life and sacrificing oneself for others."

Lin Qingfeng stood there, listening to these heartfelt realizations. Thinking back to the mission he had artistically embellished, he instantly knew what they were talking about!

’Whoa! Being an alien brood-bed gets you this excited?’

’Excellent!’

’Look at these disciples, describing "being a petri dish" in such a fresh and refined way, interpreting "being tortured" so perfectly.’

’What does this prove?’

’It proves that they’ve been thoroughly trained by my little sister into die-hard loyalists of the sect! For the sect’s sake, they’re willing to endure any hardship, even finding joy in it!’

Lin Qingfeng shot an approving glance at Su Ling’er and nodded to himself.

’Indeed, making my little sister the sect’s guide was an absolutely correct choice.’

’Look at how she’s trained these newcomers. Every one of them is eager to live and die for the sect, to suffer a thousand or eight hundred more times. Their entire mindset has even been elevated.’

’This is the kind of awareness my righteous sect’s disciples should have!’

As for Su Ling’er, she was completely dumbfounded.

She looked at Wang and the others, who were all still kneeling on the ground.

’Wait a minute...’

’Why are you all out here in the middle of the night, acting like lunatics, instead of sleeping?’

’And...’

Su Ling’er sized up the group with a strange look in her eyes.

’Although I feel like your understanding of "the weight of life" has deepened, why do I also get the feeling that the direction of your understanding is a bit... off?’

’You’re spouting all these platitudes, claiming to understand life so thoroughly and be so compassionate... so why are you still hanging around this terrifying demonic sect instead of leaving?’

But Lin Qingfeng paid no mind to any of this.

He looked at the sea of kneeling people, listened to the endless praise, and felt a sense of comfort wash over him.

’Look at this!’

’Just look at this!’

’Even something like incubating an alien egg full of unknowns and dangers can be used by them to comprehend such profound truths of the Great Dao, even elevating it to the shores of philosophy.’

’What does this prove?’

’It proves my little sister’s training methods have already reached the Transformation Realm.’

’This ability to sell someone and have them help you count the money, and then have them kneel in gratitude after they’re done counting... she’s a natural-born capitalist... oh, no, a natural-born sect manager!’

"Ahem, very good."

Lin Qingfeng nodded slightly, his expression as calm as still water, and his eyes turned to Su Ling’er.

Since his little sister was so diligent, without a hint of laziness, it was time to fulfill some of his promises.

Besides, the "Sword Testing Conference" within the Yunzhou Realm was drawing closer by the day.

Lin Qingfeng looked at Su Ling’er. She possessed the soul-refining Secret Technique, the >; the toughness of a Body Refining practitioner from the >; and was even blessed with the many wonderful auxiliary cultivation methods of the >. However, she lacked any proper combat techniques!

’Last time, she was only able to use the Green Lotus Sword Song because she had my Slow Sword, but I still need to use that sword in the future!’

’Besides, what if she keeps using my sword and someone steals it or she loses it? It would be better to let her master it for herself!’

"Ling’er."

Lin Qingfeng smiled faintly.

With a slight flick of his wrist, an item and the Slow Sword quietly materialized in his palm.

[Rare Consumable: Artifact Replication Order (Sword-type) x1]

(Note: Can forcibly copy an exclusive Cultivation Technique or special skill attached to a sword-type weapon and convert it into a Skill Book that the user can learn.)