This Demonic Sect's Nights Belonged to Her, Su Ling'er (Please Vote for Monthly Tickets! Please Keep Reading! Please Recommend!)

Which of these tasks had given her the Blood Condensing Grass?

Could it be the task of turning over Hundred Herbs Valley's medicinal fields?

After all, the other two tasks didn't seem to have anything to do with spiritual plants or herbs.

...Well, that wasn't quite right. Chopping firewood and bamboo did seem to have a little to do with them.

But it didn't seem nearly as closely related to spiritual plants and precious herbs as tending medicinal fields was.

Most likely... it was a reward for tending the fields!

Su Ling'er hurriedly put the cloth pouch away.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that those arduous, seemingly endless cycle of sect tasks weren't quite so torturous after all.

She knew these fiends were ruthlessly exploiting her labor, then giving her a tiny taste of sweetness to turn her into a donkey willingly walking in circles to grind grain.

Of course she knew that.

But...

Compared to Qing Xu Temple, this little "taste of sweetness" was far too sweet.

At Qing Xu Temple, it might have taken her, Su Ling'er, a year or half a year to save enough spirit stones to buy a single Blood Condensing Grass.

But here?

All she had to do was tend a medicinal field to get this spiritual herb.

For low-level cultivators, the Demonic Sect was practically generous—once you got past the five hundred identical tasks at the beginning, which were meant to break you in!

Naturally, she still had to escape.

And of course, she had to bring back what she'd learned.

Whether for the people of the world or to keep the Righteous Path's profound sects from being caught off guard by demonic cultivators, she would have to leave eventually.

Just not now.

Before she escaped, she'd wring as much as she could from this Demonic Sect!

She'd use the resources of these demonic cultivators to pave a path to immortality for her own cultivation!

These demonic cultivators kept making their disciples redo completed tasks to mentally control them.

She couldn't understand this constant infighting and waste of resources. There had to be better ways to control people mentally, yet they chose this method.

There must be some purpose she hadn't yet figured out!

But this was a place full of demonic cultivators. Perhaps they were simply insane.

Was this the "bottomless wealth" of a major Evil Cultivator sect? They simply didn't care?

Otherwise, she couldn't explain it at all.

And all this repetitive labor was probably just one part of their mental control. She would never become a tool in their hands!

She'd spend two or three days grinding tasks in this sect, then send back some of the information she had before the deadline, securing both a way to survive and a future for her cultivation!

Once she settled on this plan, the numbness and exhaustion in Su Ling'er's eyes gave way to determination.

She didn't hesitate any longer. Sitting cross-legged, she carefully tucked the Blood Condensing Grass into her robes.

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

Spiritual Power flowed through her parched meridians once more.

Her strength, too, quickly returned.

By then, the moon was high in the sky. It was the dead of night.

She had finally recovered completely, opening her eyes as the fullness in her dantian dispelled the exhaustion that had drained her dry.

This should have been the hour when all things fell silent. She had thought herself exceptionally diligent, working on sect tasks in the middle of the night.

But she hadn't expected that, at a time when most people should have been resting or cultivating in their cave abodes, the area would still be brightly lit.

It made sense that the Elder Qians, driven by the sect's higher-ups, were still at work.

After all, they were flesh-and-blood puppets made from righteous predecessors, meant to serve the Demonic Sect without pause.

Thinking of this, Su Ling'er clenched her fists.

But those disciples...

There were far fewer than during the day, but they were still active.

Weren't you all going back to your cave abodes?

Even if you weren't going to sleep, you didn't have to work on tasks nonstop, did you?

Were you really that diligent?

You wouldn't even go back to your cave abodes to meditate and cultivate, or take a short rest.

These fiends were so diligent. The Righteous Path was truly in peril!

Some people were still gathered around Elder Qian of the Transmission Hall, passionately discussing something.

They seemed to be saying that they'd drawn the wrong cultivation art and asking if they could try again. One moment they were beating their chests in frustration, the next they were howling at the sky like lunatics.

They really were a bunch of madmen.

But Su Ling'er couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore.

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

Only the hope tucked inside that coarse cloth pouch.

She knew only that, for the spiritual herbs she had once longed for but could never obtain, and for even more rewards and opportunities, it was time to start grinding sect tasks!

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

Outside the hall, beneath a tree.

Lin Qingfeng watched Su Ling'er's little face, its exhaustion now gone, and knew he had done the right thing.

If he hadn't called in this group of backup disciples, his junior sister might not have made it this far.

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

As expected, "opportunities" were what really motivated people!

After all, those few copper coins from the basic tasks were barely enough to toss to a beggar!

If they'd been limited to those tasks when they first established the sect, and the tasks hadn't been able to run on autopilot, the players wouldn't have given such lousy quests a second glance.

Watching the hope rekindle in Su Ling'er's eyes, he nodded in satisfaction.

He had finally inspired Su Ling'er to take the initiative and contribute to the sect.

Junior Sister!

Keep it up!

You only need to complete another four hundred ninety-nine thousand four hundred ninety-something tasks, and Gui Xi Secret Realm will open for you!

Your fellow senior brothers are waiting for you, too!

Then he started calculating. Someone at Qi Refining Great Perfection could only do about five hundred tasks a day. That was already much faster than an ordinary person, but how long would it take to complete over four hundred ninety thousand?

Still, she couldn't compare to a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even the worst of them could finish a batch of menial work in no more than five breaths.

Perhaps the "Golden Autumn Harvest Festival" would come in a few days. Event tasks then offered double contribution, which might speed up his junior sister's progress a little.

Meanwhile, Su Ling'er had already walked straight up to the task elder and immediately accepted a new task jade slip.

This time, she didn't hesitate at all. She infused it with Spiritual Power, and five lines of text lit up.

[Clear the sect's fallen leaves]

[Draw water and fill the nine vats on the back mountain]

[Chop a hundred loads of deadwood on the back mountain]

[Turn over three acres of medicinal fields in Hundred Herbs Valley]

[Cut down a hundred green bamboo stalks in the bamboo grove]

Without the slightest hesitation, she selected the one task she would do!

[Turn over three acres of medicinal fields in Hundred Herbs Valley]

Then she turned to leave.

Lin Qingfeng saw the fighting spirit rekindled in Su Ling'er's eyes and gave the backup group beside him a look.

The next moment,

the disciples following his junior sister once again erupted into deafening cheers.

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

"Just as expected of Gui Xi Sect's future star! Never stop striving, never stop fighting, Junior Sister!"

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

"Junior Sister's got great spirit!"

This time,

as Su Ling'er walked along the path to Hundred Herbs Valley, she listened to the familiar clamor behind her.

The corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly, beyond her control.

It was still noisy, and just as absurd as ever.

But for some reason...

With such a bright future ahead, those voices seemed...

not quite so unbearable anymore.

In fact, they were even a little...

pleasant?

Bah!

She really must be going crazy!

This had to be another plot by the Demonic Sect and Senior Disciple Brother!

But—

Su Ling'er shook her head, banishing the dreadful thought, then quickened her pace.

Medicinal fields!

Spiritual herbs!

I'm back!!!