Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

Chapter 188: Chapter 181: This Brother Will Now Help You Reassert Your Husbandly Authority

The scholar to the side was initially thrilled, thinking he would once again see the Immortal Master display his Divine Techniques to suppress the evil creature.

But!

He saw that the disciple named Wang Xiedi had somehow ended up in the Immortal Master’s grasp.

’What is the Immortal Master doing?’

Lin Qingfeng grabbed Wang Xiedi’s ankle with a single hand. With a casual flick, a torrential wave of Spiritual Qi surged into Wang Xiedi, forcing his body ramrod straight.

Su Ling’er watched in horror, screaming internally:

’No way?!’

’No way?!’

’It can’t be what I’m thinking, can it?!’

’I’m about to see Senior Brother use a person as a sword again!’

’It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!’

’This time, it’s not me suffering, it’s Junior Brother... and it looks like Senior Brother even wrapped him in a protective layer of Spiritual Qi...’

’But this is still absolutely terrifying!’

’Is this his idea of "reasserting his dominance"?!’

’Does Senior Brother want Junior Brother to be the one to defeat Shen Jieye, so he can bring her under his control?!’

’So Senior Brother has actually gone this far just to satisfy Junior Brother’s unique kink?!’

’But using a person as a sword is just wrong!’

’Oh, God, this is horrifying!’

Her thoughts drifted to the Sword Refining Skill she practiced, and to her own uncertain future.

Senior Brother was just forcibly wielding him as a sword. But she... she was taking it step by step, seemingly training to actually *become* a sword.

This current state of hers, neither human nor ghost, could easily lead people to mistake her for an Evil Cultivator or a Demon Cultivator.

Su Ling’er felt her future was looking incredibly bleak.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiedi, the "human-shaped treasured sword," looked at his own bizarre state and cried out in despair to his Senior Brother,

"No! Senior Brother! It’s not what you think! That’s not what I meant! Can you put me down?!"

"Don’t be so formal with me. I’m about to help you reassert your dominance. Let’s show that... what’s her name, Gaye... who the real master of the house is!"

"That way, she’ll behave herself and won’t stir up trouble in that shabby little hut of yours later on."

The moment he finished speaking, Lin Qingfeng completely released his hold on the curses. The horde of curses shrieked anew and surged toward them, a mass of hundreds of eyes.

Lin Qingfeng shouted at Wang Xiedi in his hand, "Junior Brother! Are you ready? Hold your own sword tight!"

"If you don’t want to get up close and personal with them... oh, right, you’d probably be quite willing to do that. Well, just mentioning it. It’s fine if you don’t hold it tight."

"Here we go!"

"No! I’m not ready yet, AHHHH—!"

Wang Xiedi let out a bloodcurdling scream.

He could only watch in horror as Lin Qingfeng, wielding him like a greatsword, nonchalantly charged toward the dark, swarming army of curses!

He absolutely did not want to get face-to-face with those curses and ghosts and have... "indescribable things" happen!

’Anything but that!’

He hastily gripped the novice’s Wooden Sword in his hand, holding it up vertically before him!

Meanwhile, Su Ling’er, the mother and son, and the scholar were all completely stupefied.

Su Ling’er stared, jaw agape.

The mother and son, on the other hand, had gained a completely new understanding of Cultivators.

As for the scholar, his mouth was hanging open wide enough to fit an egg, his eyes filled with the ultimate shock and terror a mortal feels when faced with an unknown power.

’The world of the Immortal Masters... so this is what it’s like?!’

...

Lin Qingfeng held Wang Xiedi aloft, preparing to charge into the dark, swarming army of curses.

Just before he moved, he suddenly felt like something was missing.

He glanced back at the stunned audience behind him. With a flick of his wrist, a ghastly Ten Thousand Souls Banner flew from his sleeve, landing with a WHOOSH and planting itself in the distant ground.

The surface of the banner stirred on its own, despite the lack of wind, emitting waves of mournful wails.

"Watch closely,"

"I’ll only teach this once. Aside from protecting Junior Brother, I’m not using any Spiritual Power. This is purely an application of sword moves.

"This is a perfect opportunity for you all to learn what it truly means to ’wield a sword.’"

He paused, then deliberately turned his gaze to Su Ling’er and added:

"Oh, right. One more thing."

"Junior Sister, don’t you dream of becoming a Sword Immortal?"

"Then what in the world was that you were doing earlier!"

"Anyone watching would think your dream was to be a Demon Path Body Cultivator!"

"You’re a real embarrassment to us Sword Immortals!!!"

"Remember to watch carefully! And learn well!"

The corner of Su Ling’er’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. In her mind, a tiny version of herself had already beaten Lin Qingfeng senseless several times over.

’Huh?!’

’You call what I was doing being a Demon Path Body Cultivator?!’

’How can you be so shameless?! If I hadn’t wrapped myself in that evil qi for close-quarters combat, we would’ve been swarmed and devoured by those damn things ages ago, you know?!’

’And you call swinging a living person around as a weapon "wielding a sword"?!’

’If you ask me, what you’re doing is the greatest insult to the very concept of a "sword"!’

’It’s a provocation to all the Sword Cultivators in the world!’

’This isn’t a Sword Technique at all, it’s an evil art! It’s torture! It’s a crime against humanity, you bastard!’

And with that, Lin Qingfeng’s "lesson" began!

Lin Qingfeng’s figure blurred into an afterimage, and he began to swing Wang Xiedi, who was still in his grasp, with astonishing power!

"First Form: Heavenly River Inverted!"

With a short cry, Lin Qingfeng swung his arm in a full circle, holding Wang Xiedi completely upside down by the ankles and lashing out horizontally as if wielding a massive whip!

"THUD! THUD! THUD!"

The dozen or so regular curses at the front, like bowling pins, were sent flying by the sweep. They shrieked as their bones shattered and tendons tore, hurtling toward the distant Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

A dark light flashed across the banner’s surface, and it absorbed them completely.

As the world spun violently before his eyes, Wang Xiedi felt the urge to vomit.

’AHHHH—!’

’I feel like my brains are being scrambled into a smoothie!’

’Also, what’s the point of this Wooden Sword in my hand?!’

"Second Form: Dragon Raises Its Head!"

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Qingfeng swung Wang Xiedi in a fierce upward arc!

The trajectory mimicked a divine dragon raising its head, and he used the back of Wang Xiedi’s skull to viciously smash into the bald head of the Foundation Establishment Stage old monk curse!

"DONG—!"

With a deep, resounding thud, the old monk curse staggered back. A large lump instantly swelled on its head, and it even dropped the string of skeletal Buddhist Beads it was holding.

Wang Xiedi was already seeing stars!

’Dragon Raises Its Head?!’

’You call this Dragon Raises Its Head?!’

’This is clearly Mount Tai crashing down on me!’

’And you’re using the back of my head to do the crushing!’

"Watch closely. Next, I’ll coordinate it with a Body Technique: Fleeting Shadows!"

Lin Qingfeng’s figure became ephemeral. He darted through the horde of curses, still holding Wang Xiedi, each flicker of movement accompanied by a ’smack’.

The lesser monk curses were swatted away like flies, sent flying one after another toward the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The onlookers were, once again, completely dumbfounded.

’My God, this is so cruel! So twisted!’