Blood Condensing Grass!

I understand!

Understand my ass!

I don't understand and I don't want to understand!

You bunch of demons are just mentally controlling me!

Afterward, Lin Qingfeng changed the subject.

"However, sect property is strictly regulated."

"No spiritual grass, not a single plant or tree here, can be taken privately."

"A disciple once harbored wicked thoughts and secretly took spiritual medicine. He was caught by the enforcement elder afterward, had part of his cultivation crippled, and was confined to Reflection Cliff for several hours."

"Learn from this lesson, you must remember."

Su Ling'er: "..."

Well, Senior Disciple Brother!

You're afraid I'll dig up the fields and steal a few more spiritual grasses when I'm bored, aren't you?!

You're personally watching me, how would I dare?!

And all those people who only help with their mouths are here, it makes me so angry!

You even have to tell me this specifically!

You speak of exploitation so grandly, and frame your oppression so righteously!

They spend money to grow their own, which is "private gain."

I'm forced to work for the sect, and that's "for the greater good"?

And in the end, you warn me not to steal sect property?

Do you think I'd dare?

You're all watching me, where could I possibly steal from?

Despite the furious roaring in her heart, she still had to maintain appearances.

"Senior Disciple Brother... Junior Sister understands, Junior Sister understands!"

"It was my narrow-mindedness! I almost failed the sect and Senior Brother's expectations!"

"Junior Sister will go now!"

With that, she stopped looking at anyone else, turned, grabbed a hoe from the side of the field, and walked into the three-mu medicinal field.

Behind her, the familiar clamor started again.

"One hoe, one drop of sweat! Junior Sister's Dao Foundation is like an iron mountain!"

"Digging through three mu of land! Foundation Establishment is not a dream!"

"Digging for immortal destiny in the soil! Success comes naturally!"

Su Ling'er no longer looked at them. She closed her eyes, shutting out all the noise.

She channeled Spiritual Power into the hoe. As the hoe fell, it turned over fresh soil.

Spiritual Power slowly dissipated with the labor and the passage of time.

She glanced around and saw the Senior Disciple Brother taking out platters of spiritual fruits from his storage bag. He and the "atmosphere group" disciples sat on the bluestone of the field ridge, eating plump purple spiritual fruits one by one.

The disciples, whose faces had seemed vacant before, seemed to come alive again. They chatted with the Senior Disciple Brother as they ate.

"Little Junior Sister's efficiency is too low. When will our sect prosper?"

"Although Little Junior Sister is already fast with her Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivation."

"I really want to open a secret realm! Why is Little Junior Sister working so slowly!"

"But it's true that she's having a hard time. Our sect only has her, so we can only exploit her alone."

As if remembering something, they suddenly shouted in Su Ling'er's direction:

"Little Junior Sister! Hold on! We believe in you!"

After shouting for a few sentences, they resumed their feasting and chatting.

Su Ling'er's veins throbbed.

If you think my efficiency is low, why don't you come help?!

You're just watching from the sidelines, offering verbal encouragement, and you have the nerve?!

Is there no justice?!

You know I'm having a hard time, but you won't even offer to help!

And "only me"?

Are you guys not people?!

Is the entire sect relying on me alone to hold it up?!

Su Ling'er's gaze unconsciously met Lin Qingfeng's, who was currently biting into a spiritual fruit.

Lin Qingfeng paused his chewing for a moment, looking at his junior sister with some confusion.

Immediately, a knowing smile appeared on his face.

He understood!

His junior sister felt her cheering squad was being too lazy. She needed encouragement from her senior brothers and sisters right now, so how could they be so perfunctory?

He cleared his throat and said loudly to those around him:

"Everyone! Junior Sister is exhausted again, are you all going to become listless too? Get yourselves together!"

"Beat the drums! Cheer her on!"

Boom! Boom! Boom-boom-boom!

"The better you till the land, the faster you'll walk the immortal path!"

"If you don't give up! We won't abandon you!"

Su Ling'er listened to the noise, which was several times louder than before, and watched the group who had regained their vitality. Her head felt like it was going to explode.

A disciple passing by glanced curiously at the medicinal field Su Ling'er was tending.

This startled her so much that she quickly lowered her head, as if she wasn't the one there.

It was too embarrassing!

She shouldn't have glanced at Senior Disciple Brother like that!

And to constantly be the focus of attention for passersby, feeling this awkward atmosphere surrounding herself.

Please, someone, destroy this damned Demonic Sect, ahhh!

Finally, Su Ling'er finished all her tasks.

She placed the jade slip, signifying the completion of her tasks, onto the stone platform before the task elder.

The elder reached into a storage pouch behind him and pulled out a dusty cloth bag, then pushed it towards Su Ling'er.

Su Ling'er's heartstrings were lightly plucked at this moment.

Finally, no more of those broken copper coins!

She reached out and touched the bag. The rough cloth felt very light in her hand, filling her with a sense of surprise.

Then, she untied the drawstring and looked inside.

Her eyes, which had already grown somewhat numb, first showed confusion, then slowly turned to shock...

Following that, a slightly moist liquid seemed to well up in her eyes.

Although the light in the hall was somewhat dim, the item within the bag seemed to emit a faint glow of its own.

Even though there were two pieces of broken silver in the bag, Su Ling'er had long since ignored these mundane items.

What met her eyes was a low-grade spiritual plant, emerald green all over, with a touch of vermilion at the tip. A faint fragrance of grass and wood wafted from its roots into her nostrils.

A name, from the depths of her mind, suddenly surfaced.

Blood Condensing Grass!

This was actually Blood Condensing Grass!

Although it was a low-grade spiritual grass, judging by its age and size, it was at least over a year old!

Outside the hall, Lin Qingfeng and his noisy cheering squad were still standing there, waiting for her to begin her next "labor."

Su Ling'er secretly glanced at them. They must want to continue watching her numb, struggling, and finally compromising self.

But Su Ling'er was certain that what they didn't know was that some things had already changed in her world.

The past of Qing Xu Temple once again surfaced in her mind.

For an outer disciple like her with a Pseudo Spiritual Root, Blood Condensing Grass was a spiritual plant that she could only hear about but never obtain.

For outer disciples at the second or third level of Qi Refining like them, wanting to obtain a spiritual plant?

Don't even think about it.

What the sect could provide were always just Bigu Pills, a few copper coins, and the minimum guarantee of three spirit stones per month.

To be taught a Qing Xu Temple cultivation technique was already an immense grace.

The aptitude of outer disciples was clear. Even though Blood Condensing Grass was a low-grade spiritual grass, giving such a thing to an outer disciple would be a complete waste.

For inner disciples to obtain it, they still needed to accept sect missions and take risks outside the sect to exchange for such a plant.

And those missions, for outer disciples like them, were even life-threatening.

As for personal disciples?

Naturally, they didn't need to think about anything. The Sect Master and elders would personally deliver the spiritual grasses of the best quality, or even finished pills, into their hands.

Personal disciples had only one task!

That's cultivation.

Then inherit the Dao lineage.

Although she had the Qing Xu Temple Sect Master's promise, this Blood Condensing Grass was a tangible temptation right before her eyes.

It was a treasure she never dreamed she could obtain so easily within the Demonic Sect.

Qing Xu Temple had strict sect rules prohibiting disciples from private fighting, which was for the protection of sect resources.

Outer disciples wouldn't have many foolish enough to provoke inner disciples.

Even so, there was still the cold mockery and verbal attacks from the outer disciples towards the inner disciples in private.

But at least on the surface, everyone was still harmonious, with no life-or-death struggles. At most, there were a few taunts, but no one would actually make a move.

But here, in this place she considered a Demon Den, disciples killed each other, ambushed each other, and took fellow disciples' lives with a laugh. There was simply no order.

But...

It was also here that, with just a flip of the dirt, she obtained a spiritual plant that even inner disciples of Qing Xu Temple needed to exchange for through sect missions.

The labor she put in seemed insignificant compared to this reward.

But... why was this?

Had this Demonic Sect already been willing to spend such costs to cultivate their "tools" just by undergoing "mental control" five hundred times?