Teachings? Forced Brainwashing

Looking at the three options that appeared before him, Jiang Li felt utterly miserable.

The system had a relaxed air of not caring whether he lived or died.

Every choice it offered was negative.

Especially the second option.

What the hell was "expose his Undercover Identity and sacrifice himself for righteousness"?

Was that even human language?

Never mind a mere +300% Cultivation Speed—even if it were +1000%, he would never choose it.

As for the first option, Jiang Li ignored it outright.

Because it was essentially the same as the third option: expose Demonic Cult infiltrators, only with a much higher difficulty of execution.

But since he was already about to put righteousness before family, why would he care how many he took down?

Naturally, he had to maximize the value.

Jiang Li's face darkened.

He chose the third option.

He knew it.

From this moment onward.

His life as an undercover agent would reach an epic level of difficulty.

Because he had stepped into the spotlight.

Tired. Let the world burn.

The cultivation art "Profound Yellow Heart Refining Art" began its operation.

As the cold, mechanical electronic voice rang out, Jiang Li's body was placed under the cultivation art's complete control.

The next second.

His body abruptly rose to its feet, and he spoke expressionlessly:

"Well said!"

"Once a demonic cultivator, always a demonic cultivator."

"I, Jiang Li, report under my real name that Wang Long, Wang Hu, and Li Xiao are infiltrators from the Yin Puppet Sect."

Under the control of the cultivation art "Profound Yellow Heart Refining Art," Jiang Li raised his hand, pointed at the three people he had named, and made a shocking declaration.

Jiang Li: ...

6.

Because he did not even know those three people.

Much less know that they were Demonic Cult infiltrators lying in wait.

He had, however, heard of the Yin Puppet Sect.

It was one of the most renowned Devil Dao Sects. Though it could not be mentioned in the same breath as the Ten Thousand Demons Sect or the Heavenly Mystery Holy Land, it was still a major sect with Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators in its ranks.

Its Corpse Refining Technique stood unrivaled beneath heaven.

After reporting them, he did not know whether he would survive, but he knew his death would definitely be miserable.

The Yin Puppet Sect might even see him as a thorn in its side.

The heart he had been holding in suspense finally died.

At the same time.

Inside the Preaching Hall.

All the disciples were startled by Jiang Li's sudden accusation.

Reporting infiltrators in public—had he gotten carried away?

Was he not afraid of retaliation?

Though the Heavenly Mystery Holy Land belonged to the righteous faction, and Slaying Demons and Defending the Dao was its sacred duty, the Yin Puppet Sect was likewise a major Devil Dao Sect. As cultivators, seeking advantage and avoiding harm was human instinct.

Not many people practiced justice as Jiang Li did.

This man truly was not afraid of death.

The disciples thought.

Subconsciously, they moved away from where Jiang Li stood, leaving this protagonist ample space.

The three Yin Puppet Sect infiltrators who had been named did the same.

An empty patch opened up around all four of them.

Countless gazes focused upon them.

There was shock, confusion, wariness...

Wang Long, Wang Hu, and Li Xiao, the three people named outright, were also panicking.

By all rights, very few people knew they were infiltrators. How had this Jiang Li learned of it?

Wang Hu, the burly man, spoke first, glaring furiously. "How can you slander innocent people out of thin air?"

Wang Long followed immediately after, staring at Jiang Li with dark eyes. "If you cannot give a proper explanation, I will never let you off."

The two were blood brothers.

They were broad-backed and thick-waisted, both with cultivation at Qi Refining Level 6. Merely standing there, their presence overwhelmed Jiang Li.

The last to speak was Li Xiao.

"Junior Brother Jiang, we do not know who ordered you to falsely accuse us like this, but we are fellow disciples after all. As long as you tell us who instructed you, we will not hold your actions against you."

He had the face of an honest man and little presence.

Yet his cultivation had reached the astonishing Qi Refining stage.

Compared to Jiang Li, they were the true standouts among the Heavenly Mystery Holy Land's Outer Sect Disciples.

Now that all three had denied it in succession, their righteous indignation made the surrounding disciples feel there had to be something fishy going on.

For a moment.

Everyone's attention turned toward Jiang Li.

Jiang Li likewise looked at the system.

Heavy-hearted.

Did this Damn System think people would believe him just because he waved his arm and shouted?

If he could not nail the identity of Yin Puppet Sect infiltrators onto these three today, his good days would be over.

System, use whatever damn tricks you have.

As if it had heard Jiang Li's cry, the system gave another "ding."

NPC dialogue triggered. The cultivation art "Profound Yellow Heart Refining Art" is not good with words. Please enter dialogue content.

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Friendly reminder: Dialogue content will be imbued with a "Teachings" effect. The more profound the Teachings, the stronger the effect of reflection and repentance.

Jiang Li's mouth twitched.

If you were so damn bad with words, why did you make a public announcement?

Selective social anxiety, huh?

This was utterly absurd.

But right now, the urgent matter was to nail down the identities of the three Yin Puppet Sect infiltrators.

Jiang Li came back to himself.

His gaze lingered for several seconds on the effect tagged "Teachings."

If he wanted Demonic Cult infiltrators to turn over a new leaf, this tagged skill was indispensable.

After thinking it over.

Jiang Li entered his dialogue.

His body, controlled by the cultivation art "Profound Yellow Heart Refining Art," opened its mouth in sync.

His voice boomed like a great bell, Righteous Qi surging through it.

"I am trying to save you. Your road through life is still long, and you still have beautiful futures ahead of you. There is no need to throw away your lives for the Demonic Cult. I believe you know that as well."

Jiang Li: Why does it feel like I am cursing myself?

Upon hearing this.

Wang Long and Li Xiao sneered.

What the hell did he mean, save them?

His idea of saving them was pinning a capital crime on them?

In this situation, admitting it was what truly meant having no future.

Just as they were thinking this.

The next second.

Wang Hu's originally vicious expression abruptly turned silent.

His head slowly lowered.

As though Jiang Li had struck right at his heart.

Jiang Li was overjoyed.

He pressed his advantage.

And continued entering words.

"Senior Brother Wang Hu, I sincerely hope you can abandon darkness and turn toward the light, become a good person. Being an infiltrator does not feel good. Though I cannot truly feel what you feel, I understand the hardship of this difficult situation, where every step is fraught with hardship."

Upon hearing this.

Wang Hu nodded gently and gave a soft "Mm."

Even his voice carried a trace of sobbing.

His eyes had turned red.

He looked as though he were about to cry.

"Junior Brother, you are right. I really am an infiltrator from the Yin Puppet Sect planted within the Heavenly Mystery Holy Land. During all these years of infiltration, I have endured torment from my conscience every single day. I have already deeply realized how wrong my actions were. I repent. Arrest me. I really am a piece of trash."

The moment those words came out.

The entire hall erupted in an uproar.

He had admitted it.

Wang Hu, an Outer Sect Disciple at Qi Refining Level 6, had admitted that he was an infiltrator from the Yin Puppet Sect.

Beside him.

Wang Long and Li Xiao's expressions changed drastically.

Wang Long in particular, his own blood brother, stared at his tearful younger brother with an utterly incredulous look.

No.

Since when had your mental fortitude become so fragile?

A few words and you were about to cry?

Were you a child?

"Wang Hu, what nonsense are you spouting? Have you been bewitched?"

Wang Long shook his brother by the shoulders.

Trying to make him wake up.

Jiang Li secretly clicked his tongue. The effect of the cultivation art tag "Teachings" was simply too heaven-defying.

With only a few sentences, it had sent a brutal, inhuman Demonic Cult infiltrator into a state of reflection, making him repent for his actions.

How was this teachings?

This was damn forced brainwashing.

He did not hesitate.

He turned his spearhead toward Wang Long.

"Wang Long, can you really bear to make your younger brother live such a life of constant fear with you? Is there a possibility that he has long grown weary of being an infiltrator?"

The more Jiang Li spoke, the more fired up he became.

The more Wang Long listened, the quieter he became.

He buried his head like an ostrich.

Finally.

As though he could no longer bear the condemnation of his conscience, he began to sob.

The croaking of frogs filled the air.