Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

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And now, a strikingly similar scene was replaying before her very eyes.

The same kind of petty squabble, the same tense atmosphere...

But what was most crucial was that this time, her position had changed.

Back then, she had just been a clueless newcomer, the one being led, and had witnessed a tragedy unfold with her own eyes.

She even remembered how Senior Brother Lin Qingfeng had, at one point, abandoned her to flee alone, only to rush back for some unknown reason and shield her...

Emmm...

To this day, she still couldn’t fathom the reasoning behind her Senior Brother’s bizarre flip-flopping actions!

But now, she was the guide.

And behind her were twelve undercover sect-mates from Qingxu Temple, a group of "burdens" completely ignorant of the bloody rules of this place.

A surreal sense of displacement washed over her.

It was as if time had flowed backward. The scenery was the same, but the people in it had been turned completely upside down.

She subconsciously glanced toward the shadow of an ancient tree not far away.

Her stalker-like Senior Brother was still standing there silently, not saying a word.

Unlike the last time, he showed no intention of intervening.

’Is he... testing me?!’

Su Ling’er’s heart sank.

She subconsciously tightened her grip on the beginner’s Wooden Sword at her waist, which had been with her all this time.

However, her sudden move to grip her sword hilt instantly sent the undercover disciples behind her into a state of high alert.

’What’s wrong with her?’

’Why did she suddenly grab her Wooden Sword?’

’One second everything was calm, and the next she’s acting like she’s facing a mortal enemy?’

’Aren’t those just two disciples arguing in the distance?’

’Shouldn’t that be a common sight in this demonic sect?’

Countless doubts and anxieties were silently exchanged and festered between them through uneasy glances.

’Could it be... she’s going to attack those two arguing people?!’

’Enforce sect discipline?!’

’Is she going to make an example of them right in front of us?!’

One disciple’s thoughts took an even darker turn. He felt as if the tip of her Wooden Sword was faintly pointed in their direction.

’Could it be... she wants to make a move on us?!’

But a few sharp-witted disciples noticed something was off.

Su Ling’er’s gaze wasn’t fixed on the two quarreling individuals. Instead, she was vigilantly scanning her surroundings, her solemn expression suggesting she was on guard against some immense, unseen danger!

She had no time to pay attention to the commotion behind her. She knew perfectly well that with her current strength, if those two actually started fighting, protecting the twelve "burdens" behind her would be an impossible fantasy.

’What do I do?’

’What do I do?!’

In a flash, her eyes swept across the entire plaza as her mind raced, recalling the rules she had paid for in blood and tears during her time in the demonic sect.

Rule Number One: The more flamboyant and ostentatiously dressed a sect disciple is, the more unfathomable their power tends to be.

Although there were exceptions like her Senior Brother, who dressed simply but was freakishly powerful, such cases were rare.

’Find the most garishly dressed person. You can’t go wrong!’

Rule Number Two: If you encounter a fight, to ensure your safety, you must hide behind a disciple whose attire and Magical Artifacts are collectively more extravagant than those of the two combatants. Only then can you avoid immediate death!

This was the ultimate life-saving technique she had learned in this demonic sect, the art of "placing others before you" for protection!

Her gaze instantly locked onto a figure in the distance!

The disciple wore an incredibly flashy and ornate Daoist robe embroidered with complex golden scriptures. A spiritual light seemed to flow from it naturally, giving him a transcendent aura.

What was even more eye-catching was his sky-high mohawk, dyed a brilliant, fiery red. The man himself was like a giant, walking source of light pollution, practically screaming at all times: "Pay attention to me!"

’Confirmed!’

’Even if he isn’t one of the core demonic path leaders I recognize, he has to be one of the best among the disciples!’

’His power is definitely in a league of its own!’

’You’re the one!’

Su Ling’er made an instant decision, immediately sending a voice transmission to the undercover agents behind her, who were still puzzled by her on-edge demeanor:

"There’s danger! If you don’t want to die, follow me! Get that person in front of you!"

’Get that person in front of you?!’

Everyone was stunned. What was going on?

They followed her gaze and saw she was pointing at the disciple with the bizarre hairstyle and incredibly ornate robes.

’A crisis we know nothing about is coming...’

’So we’re supposed to push that person to the front to use as a human shield?!’

In an instant, the flicker of hope that had just ignited in their hearts was doused by a bucket of ice water, chilling them to the core.

’The Miss Su from before would never have done something like this!’

’Has she really fallen so far?’

’She might have spared our lives out of nostalgia for our old relationship, but her nature has been completely warped by the demonic sect. She’s fallen to the dark side!’

’This behavior, treating someone else as a human shield... how is that any different from what an Evil Cultivator would do?!’

However, when Su Ling’er saw them just standing there, frozen, with only Li Chunfeng having run behind the mohawked disciple without the slightest hesitation, she grew frantic.

In a flash, she grabbed the disciple nearest to her by the scruff of his neck and hurled him in that direction.

"What are you standing around for?! Hurry! We’re all going to die!!"

The disciple who was thrown let out a yelp and landed behind the man with the mohawk.

Seeing this, Dong Changsheng darted behind the mohawked man as well.

The others saw what was happening and quickly followed suit.

In the distance, the black-robed puppet that looked like a stalker transmitted the scene back to the Senior Brother’s immortal abode.

Lin Qingfeng focused on the image. When he saw his Little Junior Sister’s maneuver of "protecting" the mohawked senior brother, he couldn’t help but smile.

’Looks like my junior sister finally understands how to survive in the Cultivation Realm!’

’My work as her Senior Brother has truly paid off!’

Since everything was fine, Lin Qingfeng, who had just been about to head out, immediately turned around and went back into his grotto to soak in the hot spring.

Meanwhile, the mohawked senior brother had been watching the drama unfold with great interest, arms crossed. All of a sudden, he realized that more than a dozen junior brothers and sisters had appeared behind him.

And leading them was none other than the Little Junior Sister who had become the sect’s Holy Daughter, a sight that left him momentarily stunned.