Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

Chapter 156: Chapter 148: What Is He Doing to the Technique Transmission Hall?

Hearing this, Disciple A’s expression grew even more horrified.

"I... I was sent by the Sect Leader, of course!"

"Y-You... stay away from me!"

"Our senior sister told us everything!"

"Y-You... You’d even go after non-human creatures, and you’ve made a move on old men... Is all of that really true? You don’t even spare men?!"

"Stay away from me! You’re terrifying!"

The thought of nearly losing his virtue in his sleep sent shivers of fear down Disciple A’s spine.

"Huh?! Our senior sister told you?!"

"No, that was just a Heart Demon!"

"That was a trial, it wasn’t real! The mantis thing was an accident!!!"

"Besides, you’ve got it all wrong! I really just walked into the wrong hut! I swear! I..."

"See! You admit you went after non-humans and old men!!! Stay away from me!!!" This only made Disciple A more certain of what Wang Xiedi had done.

"No, how can you be so dense!!!"

While he frantically tried to explain, the shouting had already woken everyone in the surrounding thatched huts.

Soon, all the undercover agents had gathered with torches in hand, only to witness a chaotic scene:

Disciple A, looking utterly wronged, was huddled in a corner. Wang Xiedi, with an equally aggrieved expression, stood by the straw bed.

Both were frantically trying to explain the situation from their own perspectives, plunging the scene into utter chaos.

However, thanks to their preconceived notion of Wang Xiedi as a pervert, Su Ling’er’s prior warning, and his past track record, all the newly arrived agents were thoroughly biased. They firmly believed...

’It was definitely Wang Xiedi who was up to no good!’

Su Ling’er watched the farce unfold, feeling a splitting headache coming on.

"Sigh..."

She let out a sigh.

"Wang Xiedi... How about you go back to the mantis pile... and cool down a bit?"

"You can come back when you’ve gotten over it."

"But I really didn’t do anything!!!"

Wang Xiedi cried out.

"All these identical thatched huts just appeared out of nowhere! I really just walked into the wrong one!

And those other things were just a Heart Demon and an accident!

You have to believe me!

I swear!

I’m really no threat to any of your virtues!!!"

But his defense was feeble.

From that day on, a small wooden sign appeared in front of every thatched hut in the wilderness.

On it, the name of the hut’s owner was scrawled in crooked writing.

Beneath the name, without exception, was a drawing: a gleaming Heart-Protecting Mirror with a conspicuous red X drawn through it. Next to it was a line of small words: "No Wang Xiedi Allowed."

Wang Xiedi felt even more alienated from his comrades.

...

After this incident, the undercover agents finally began their "cultivation" careers in the Guixi Sect.

「In the Transmission Hall.」

Under Su Ling’er’s leadership, the agents prepared to do sect tasks alongside the dozen or so fanatical disciples.

However, they soon discovered that a few new sect tasks had become available.

In addition to the original tasks of sweeping floors, fetching water, chopping firewood, cutting bamboo, and tilling the herb gardens, the jade slip now showed several new options:

Tasks like "Disposing of Spirit Beast Dung," "Sowing Seeds in Hundred Herbs Valley," and "Feeding at the Beast Taming House."

When Su Ling’er and Wang Xiedi saw the "Feeding at the Beast Taming House" option, they both froze.

They exchanged a look, each seeing a flicker of incredulous absurdity in the other’s eyes.

[Wang Xiedi]: S-Senior Sister... D-Does this mean... we can just waltz right in, all official-like, just by accepting a task?

[Su Ling’er]: ...Seems like it.

Wang Xiedi instantly had a meltdown.

’What was the point of all the trouble I went through to sneak in?’

’If I’d known I could just get in by accepting a task, why would I have gone through all that effort?’

’No, that’s not right. It seems like it still would have been too late...’

"Sigh..."

He let out a long sigh, his heart filled with endless regret.

"If... if only I’d unlocked this task a little earlier..."

After a period of repetitive labor, the new undercover comrades finally noticed something was amiss. freёwebnovel.com

During a break, one of the disciples couldn’t help but ask:

"Hey everyone, have you noticed?"

"It seems like the tasks we work so hard to complete just reset themselves after a short while!"

"What’s up with that?"

Su Ling’er, long accustomed to this strangeness, immediately shared her insights with them:

[Su Ling’er]: This is the demonic sect’s method of indoctrination. They use this endless, repetitive labor to grind down your willpower and crush your spirit, making you willingly become ’fodder’ for the sect’s operations.

[Su Ling’er]: But rest assured, even though we’re doing their work, it all gets reset. In reality, it’s like we haven’t done anything at all, so don’t let it weigh on your conscience.

Wang Xiedi immediately backed her up, recounting his own past experiences with dramatic embellishments, which terrified the listening crowd.

Li Chunfeng, however, was completely absorbed in his own world, practicing drawing and sheathing his sword with a rhythmic "SHING! CLACK! SHING! CLACK!"

Hearing the disciple’s question, he spoke without turning around:

"Why are you overthinking it? Feel like you’re getting ripped off?

I’m just a mortal. I’ve got work, a place to stay, I don’t have to worry about my next meal, and I even get a glimpse of Immortal Techniques...

This is already a blessing from the heavens!

Lighten up, everyone. At least we’re still alive, right?"

Listening to them, Su Ling’er looked at her comrades. Though they were in a den of devils, their hearts were still full of hope. A genuine flicker of optimism sparked within her.

’Maybe... maybe we can actually succeed?’

Just then, a figure appeared at the entrance of the Transmission Hall and walked straight up behind Li Chunfeng, who was frantically "thrusting" his Wooden Sword.

’It’s Eldest Brother!’

Su Ling’er’s heart seized, and the hairs on her arms stood on end.

’What is he going to do?!’

’Has Mr. Li’s bizarre behavior finally aroused his suspicion and murderous intent?!’

...

Lin Qingfeng’s figure appeared at the entrance of the Transmission Hall without any warning.

He had just come for a routine patrol to see if the twelve new "Palus"... ahem, junior brothers, were contributing properly to the sect.

’With this many people, the rate we’re grinding contribution points should be skyrocketing, right?’

But the moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by an extremely bizarre sight.

He saw that mortal disciple, the one with a talent for the Sword Dao, Li Chunfeng, with his back to him, letting out heavy, ragged breaths. HUFF... HUFF...

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’I don’t even want to scan him with my Divine Sense. I’m afraid it might get tainted by what I see.’

’What is he doing??’

’What is he doing to my Transmission Hall?’

’Seriously, even those freaks from Indian internet videos aren’t this ridiculous. Are you getting off on a building?’

’In front of all these people, in broad daylight... dude, you’ve got some serious nerve!!!’

’I’m almost impressed!!!’