Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

"A declaration of war?"

Hearing this, Lin Qingfeng shook his head and let out a laugh, as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"Alas, Junior Sister, you’ve misunderstood again."

He stood with his hands behind his back, adopting the composed air of a veteran who had seen through the ways of the world. He spoke leisurely,

"Junior Sister, of the three thousand Great Daos, each has its own path.

One person’s poison is another’s nectar.

To them, this is not a declaration of war, but... a supreme coronation and a gift of grace."

"I have gone to such great lengths precisely to help you ascend to the heavens in a single step."

"Trust me, they will be moved to tears of gratitude for this."

Su Ling’er: "..."

’I’ll believe you when pigs fly! You’re one twisted devil!’

She was screaming internally, but she didn’t dare let any of it show on her face. She could only lower her head again to look at the script in her hands—a document that could only be described as a declaration of war.

The lines on it were utterly inflammatory, with every sentence challenging the very foundation of a normal sect.

[...You are not worthy of knowing my name. You need only remember that I am the only star your sect will ever need to look up to in this lifetime...]

[...Now, raise your right hands and offer your insignificant loyalty to me, and to the great Guixi Sect!...]

[Loyalty!]

[Loyalty!]

[Loyalty!]

Holding the thin script, Su Ling’er felt as if it weighed a ton, scalding her hands.

’These lines... Even Wang Xiedi would probably die of second-hand embarrassment on the spot if he heard them...’

And this was an entire sect!

An entire sect!

’Could that whole sect... really be full of such freaks?’

Horrifying images uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

Su Ling’er shuddered and quickly shook the terrifying thought from her head.

A moment later, the two stood beneath the ancient tree in the center of the NPC residential area.

Su Ling’er noticed that the Guixi Sect disciples, who usually loved to gather for any excitement, were nowhere to be seen today.

Only her Senior Brother, Lin Qingfeng, was here.

’What is he on guard against?’

’Or is today’s ceremony so wicked that not even our own sect’s disciples are allowed to watch?’

Lin Qingfeng hadn’t dared to call his own player-disciples over for support. He was afraid some other repressed fanatic would pop up and start worshiping his junior sister too.

’That would be no good at all!’

He then slowly turned to Su Ling’er and asked,

"Are you ready, Junior Sister?"

Su Ling’er took a deep breath, went through several rounds of mental preparation, and finally gave a difficult nod.

"...I’m ready."

"Very good."

Su Ling’er saw a flicker of Spiritual Qi at his fingertips, as if he were communicating with someone far away using some sort of Secret Technique.

[(Guixi Sect) Lin Qingfeng: Hey, I’m ready on my end. What about you guys?]

[(Dawa Sect) Wa Wei X Feng: We’re ready! We’ve been ready for ages!]

[(Dawa Sect) Wa Wei X Feng: The brothers are all lined up!]

[(Dawa Sect) Wa Wei X Feng: Start already! I can’t wait any longer!]

A moment later, a smile that said ’everything is under control’ touched the corner of Lin Qingfeng’s lips.

With a flick of his finger, he drew a Top-Grade Memory Stone from his storage pouch, and it flew out to hover in mid-air.

As he channeled Spiritual Qi into it, the Spirit Stone erupted in a brilliant glow, instantly projecting a massive, illusory light screen before the two of them.

Light and shadow flowed across the screen, and the scene on the other side began to sharpen into focus.

It was a vast, cloud-wreathed plaza where immortal cranes cried in unison—an extraordinarily magnificent sight.

As far as the eye could see, the plaza was densely packed with Cultivators, their numbers even more impressive than those at the Guixi Sect’s last Golden Autumn Harvest Festival.

However, Su Ling’er sharply noticed a bizarre detail.

Among the tens of thousands of Cultivators, every single one... was male.

Not a single female Cultivator could be seen.

’What kind of draconian rule is this?’

’Or is it that only men can practice the Dawa Sect’s demonic techniques?’

Lin Qingfeng’s brow twitched. He had noticed the same problem.

[(Guixi Sect) Lin Qingfeng: Where are all those professional female hosts you hired for your sect?]

[(Dawa Sect) Wa Wei X Feng: We paid a fortune for them; they’re high-maintenance. If we acted like this toward a native NPC from another sect in front of them, they’d just jack up their appearance fees later, wouldn’t they?]

[(Dawa Sect) Wa Wei X Feng: For the long-term stability of the sect, they don’t need to be involved in today’s event!]

Lin Qingfeng couldn’t help but be secretly amazed.

’Impressive. They’ve even calculated something like this so clearly.’

’I wonder if their pilgrimage will be more shocking than when the Original Criticism Sect cosplayed as primogems to worship their idol.’

’In any case, a scene like this absolutely has to be recorded!’

Without a change in expression, Lin Qingfeng discreetly activated another Memory Stone to record the proceedings.

At this moment, on the light screen, the male disciples of the Dawa Sect were all dressed in uniform Daoist robes. Their expressions were solemn and dignified, yet they couldn’t hide the ecstatic excitement deep in their eyes.

They looked as if they were awaiting a sacred ritual. The person in the lead had the most fanatical expression, his eyes glued to the light screen, anticipating the arrival of a certain existence.

And when Su Ling’er’s figure finally appeared clearly on the light screen, the Dawa Sect’s plaza instantly erupted!

Countless disciples could no longer maintain their solemn facades, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"She’s here! She’s here!"

"It’s the true, heaven-sent beacon of the Dao! Our Supreme Holy Mother!"

"SOB... I’m finally seeing her live! I can die without regrets!"

Watching the frenzied scene on the light screen, Su Ling’er felt her skin crawl.

This wasn’t some inter-sect exchange; it was clearly a bona fide cult celebration!

Compared to this bunch of incomprehensible lunatics, the demonic Evil Cultivators described in storybooks seemed like harmless, innocent boys next door!

Just as Su Ling’er was reeling from the shock, her Senior Brother’s reminder sounded in her ear.

"Junior Sister, it’s starting."

"Read from the script. Show them the presence of a Holy Daughter of our Guixi Sect."

’Wait a minute!’

’I think I just heard something wrong!’

"Senior Brother, since when did I become the Guixi Sect’s Holy Daughter?!"

’What in the world has been happening without me knowing?!!’

’It’s not because of that ’Holy Mother Dao Embryo’ nonsense you were spouting, is it?!’

’Explain yourself! Hey!’

"Huh? Didn’t I tell you before? Well, you are now! Make sure you have stage presence! Get ready to perform!"

’After all, we can’t just have an ordinary junior sister receiving the worship of an entire sect!’

’She needs a bit of gravitas.’

’This way, both sects can maintain their dignity.’

’Mwahahahahahahaha!’

Su Ling’er was rather confused. ’Does Senior Brother mean I’ve become one of the sect’s important figures?’

Then she saw Lin Qingfeng on the other side, expressionlessly taking out yet another Memory Stone, obviously to record this historic moment.

And so, from this day forward, Su Ling’er, the junior sister of the Guixi Sect, gained a new identity in addition to her role as the sect’s guide.

The Guixi Sect’s—Holy Daughter!