This Demonic Sect's Night Belongs to Her Su Ling'er

And which task was it that gave this Blood Condensing Grass?

Could it be the task of tidying up the herb garden in Hundred Herbs Valley?

After all, the other two tasks, no matter how you looked at them, had nothing to do with spiritual plants or spiritual grass.

...That's not quite right either, chopping wood and cutting bamboo seemed to have a tiny bit of a connection.

But it didn't seem as closely related to spiritual plants and precious herbs as the herb garden did.

It was highly likely... that it was the reward for tending the herb garden!

Su Ling'er quickly put away the cloth bag.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the extremely arduous sect tasks, which felt like an endless cycle, weren't so torturous anymore.

She knew that these devils were ruthlessly exploiting her labor and then giving her a little treat, making her a donkey willing to pull the millstone.

She knew this, of course.

But...

Compared to Qing Xu Temple, this little "treat" was far too sweet.

At Qing Xu Temple, she, Su Ling'er, would have to spend a year or a year and a half to save up enough spirit stones to buy a single Blood Condensing Grass.

But here?

She only needed to tend the herb garden to get this spiritual grass.

The Demonic Sect, for low-level cultivators, aside from the initial five hundred repetitive tasks meant for taming, could be called generous!

Fleeing was, naturally, something she had to do.

The intelligence also needed to be brought back.

Whether it was for the sake of all living beings, or so that the righteous Xuanmen wouldn't be caught off guard by the Demonic Dao's Evil Cultivators, she ultimately needed to leave here.

But not now.

Before escaping, she wanted to "shear" as much wool as possible from this Demonic Sect!

Using the resources of this Demonic Dao, she would pave the path to immortality for her own immortal journey!

These Demonic Dao Evil Cultivators always made disciples redo their tasks to exert mental control over them.

Although she couldn't understand this behavior of constant internal friction and wasted resources, believing there must be better methods of mental control, they chose this one.

There must be some purpose she hadn't yet grasped!

But this was the Demonic Dao's territory, and they might not be mentally sound.

This was the "wealth and arrogance" of a major Evil Cultivator sect, completely unconcerned, perhaps?

Otherwise, she couldn't explain it at all.

And this repetitive labor was likely just a part of their mental control; she would ultimately not become a tool in their hands!

After she stayed in this sect for two or three days, and before the deadline, she would transmit some of the intelligence she knew back, exchanging it for a future path to survival and immortality!

Once this thought was settled, the numbness and fatigue in Su Ling'er's eyes were replaced by a flicker of determination.

She no longer hesitated, but sat down cross-legged, carefully tucking the Blood Condensing Grass into her embrace.

Then, she closed her eyes and began to circulate the Myriad Transformations Return to Origin True Manual.

Spiritual Power flowed anew in her dried-up meridians.

Her stamina also recovered rapidly.

At this moment, the moon was high in the sky, past midnight.

She finally recovered to her peak state, opening her eyes. The feeling of exhaustion from being drained was dispelled by the fullness in her dantian.

It should have been a time when all things were silent. She thought she had already been quite diligent.

Still doing tasks for the sect in the middle of the night.

She just hadn't expected that, at a time when most people would be in their caves resting or cultivating, the surroundings were still brightly lit.

Those Elder Qians, driven by the sect's higher-ups, were still operating, which was understandable.

After all, they were blood and flesh puppets made from predecessors of the Righteous Path, meant to make Elder Qian serve the Demonic Sect non-stop.

Thinking of this, Su Ling'er couldn't help but clench her fists.

But those disciples...

Although there were fewer of them than during the day, they were still active.

Aren't you all going back to your homes?

Even if you don't sleep, you don't have to keep doing tasks, right?

Are you truly this diligent?

Not even willing to go back to your caves to meditate and cultivate, or even rest a little.

These devils are so diligent, indeed, our Righteous Path is in danger!

And some people were still gathered around Elder Qian of the Transmission Hall, spitting and debating something animatedly.

It seemed they were discussing something about a flawed cultivation technique, asking if they could try again, occasionally beating their chests and stamping their feet, sometimes howling at the sky, looking like madmen.

Truly a bunch of lunatics.

But now, Su Ling'er couldn't be bothered to think too deeply.

In her heart and in her eyes, there was only the Blood Condensing Grass she had just obtained.

There was only the hope contained within the rough cloth bag.

She knew that for the sake of the Spiritual Grass she had always sought but never obtained, for more rewards and opportunities, she had to start grinding sect missions!

This night in the Demonic Sect belonged to her, Su Ling'er!

Outside the hall, under a tree.

Lin Qingfeng looked at Su Ling'er's face, which had shed all its weariness, and knew he had made the right choice.

If not for the support disciples he had called, his junior sister might not have lasted this long.

Seeing that his junior sister had finally understood, he felt quite gratified.

As expected, "opportunities" were the most motivating!

After all, the sect missions only offered a few measly coins, enough to feed beggars!

If it weren't for the fact that they could only do these tasks when the sect was first established, and that they could be left to idle, they, as players, wouldn't even glance at such lousy missions.

He looked at the renewed hope in Su Ling'er's eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

Finally, he had mobilized Su Ling'er's subjective initiative to contribute to the sect.

Junior Sister!

Keep it up!

You only need to complete another 499,490 missions, and the Gui Xi Secret Realm will open for you!

Your senior brothers are also waiting for you!

Then he began to calculate: at Qi Refining Great Perfection, one could only complete about 500 missions a day. Although this was already very fast compared to ordinary people, how long would it take to complete over 490,000 missions?

Ultimately, it couldn't compare to Foundation Establishment, where even the worst Foundation Establishment cultivator could finish a simple chore in less than five breaths.

Perhaps during the "Golden Autumn Harvest Festival" in a few days, when event activities offered double contribution points, it might speed up junior sister's contribution progress.

Meanwhile, Su Ling'er walked straight to the mission elder without looking sideways and immediately accepted a new mission jade slip.

This time, she didn't hesitate at all. Spiritual Power surged into it, and the five-element characters lit up.

[Sweep Sect Fallen Leaves]

[Fetch Water to Fill Nine Water Vats in the Back Mountain]

[Chop One Hundred Loads of Dry Firewood in the Back Mountain]

[Till Three Mu of Farmland in Hundred Herbs Valley]

[Chop One Hundred Green Bamboo Stalks in the Green Bamboo Forest]

Without any hesitation, she selected them directly. She would only do this one!

[Till Three Mu of Farmland in Hundred Herbs Valley]

Then she turned to leave.

Lin Qingfeng looked at Su Ling'er's eyes, which had rekindled with "fighting spirit," and gave a signal to the support group disciples beside him.

The next moment.

The group of disciples following behind his junior sister erupted into a deafening roar once more.

"Junior Sister! I knew you could do it!"

"As expected of the future light of the Gui Xi Sect! Never stop striving, never stop fighting, Junior Sister!"

"What should we do when we face difficulties! We should smile and overcome them! Let's go!"

"Junior Sister is full of spirit!"

This time.

Su Ling'er walked along the small path leading to Hundred Herbs Valley, listening to the familiar clamor behind her.

The corners of her mouth, uncontrollably, curled up slightly.

Although it was still noisy and absurd.

But for some reason...

In the face of this bright prospect, these sounds, it seemed...

Were no longer so unbearable.

There was even a faint hint of...

Pleasant?

Bah!

I must be going crazy!

This is definitely a trick by the Demonic Sect and Senior Disciple Brother!

However...

Su Ling'er shook her head, casting the terrifying thought out of her mind, and quickened her pace.

The medicinal field!

The Spiritual Grass!

I'm here again!!!