WDMJST 08

Chapter 8

Junior Sister,

At this moment, Lin Qingfeng had already uploaded Yan Buliu’s misdeeds to the sect’s public channel and pinned them to the top.

[Lin Qingfeng]: Because of disciple Yan Buliu’s despicable actions, Elder Qian Buyu has bugged out and will be unable to perform skill extractions or upgrades until the next system refresh tomorrow.

[Lin Qingfeng]: This incident even nearly caused our junior sister to have an accident — almost ruining our sect’s promotion!

[Lin Qingfeng]: Please spread the word: if anyone wants to settle accounts, go find Yan Buliu!

[Lin Qingfeng]: Video.mp4

The moment this message appeared, countless players who were still doing missions to exchange for skills erupted in fury. The sect channel filled with curses — everyone swore that when Yan Buliu next logged in, he would pay dearly.

Lin Qingfeng secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Good thing that “sacrifice” died fast enough — truly a professional scapegoat, quality guaranteed!

He glanced at the deathly pale Su Ling’er beside him and had to force himself to save face.

“Heh… Junior Sister, don’t be afraid. This is… perfectly normal.”

Su Ling’er turned to him with disbelief, eyes full of horror.

“Elder Qian… he… has a peculiar habit, you see. He likes to test our Dao hearts in this… creative way!”

“Ah, we’re all used to it.”

“That person just now was merely… asleep. And that puddle on the ground? His favorite watermelon juice before he naps.”

As he spoke, Lin Qingfeng forcibly turned her gaze away from the heap of bloody remains toward the Administrative Hall ahead.

Su Ling’er’s body went cold, her stomach churning.

“Asleep? Watermelon juice? His head exploded, and his leg’s still hanging from the tree! You call that asleep?!
Do I look three years old to you?!

‘Tempering one’s Dao heart’? By killing your own disciples?!”

She was horrified — this demonic sect was truly hellish.
Not only did disciples have to guard against each other, but even elders might suddenly kill them for fun.

Judging from the elder’s earlier madness, his cultivation wasn’t even that high — otherwise how could he have been sneak-attacked and end up repeatedly smashing his own head into a tree?

“So this… is a demon sect,” she realized. “I’ve finally seen it for myself.”

Suppressing her terror, she trembled out:

“I-I see! I must’ve misunderstood… S-so that’s what it was…”

Seeing she’d bought it, Lin Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness this junior sister is so dumb — even I wouldn’t believe my own lies, yet she does.

“Let’s go, let’s go! The registration office is just up ahead.”

At last, Su Ling’er followed him to a hall named “Hall of Affairs.”

Inside, the lighting was dim.
Behind a wooden desk sat an administrator, dozing off.

But when Su Ling’er saw his face clearly, she froze again.

That face — that expressionless face…

Wasn’t this Elder Qian Buyu, the one who’d just gone insane and smashed his head into a tree?!

Wasn’t he on that road just now?!
How is he here, perfectly fine?

Other than a change of clothes from elder’s robes to an administrator’s uniform, everything was identical!

“Could he be a master capable of dividing his body into thousands of forms?” she wondered.

“No… if he were truly so powerful, how could he have been ambushed by a disciple?”

Then she understood —
It wasn’t a clone. It was a puppet!

They must have refined living humans into identical puppets!
That would explain why a “disciple” dared to disrespect his “master.”
It also explained why one of the puppets malfunctioned and killed people!

“What a vile demonic sect,” she thought, trembling.
“Even their administrators might suddenly slaughter you.”

Lin Qingfeng noticed her pale expression. Of course he knew both were the same NPC model.

“Can’t the devs make more character models?!” he grumbled inwardly.
“Is it that hard to give them a different haircut? Look how scared my sect’s only NPC junior sister is!”

He straightened his face and began acting again.

“No need to panic, Junior Sister. This is none other than Elder Qian’s supreme divine ability — ‘Myriad Manifestations of One Body!’

Elder Qian’s Dao has reached the realm where one is all, and all is one.
Every person you see within the sect could be one of his incarnations.
That’s how he single-handedly manages the entire sect!”

He even added proudly:

“This divine art represents our sect’s secret technique — The Ten Thousand Forms Return to One!
In fact, rumor has it even our elusive Sect Master is one of Elder Qian’s incarnations!
Junior Sister, you truly chose the right place to join!”

Su Ling’er nearly coughed up blood from outrage — but mostly, fear.

“He’s lying so calmly,” she thought. “He clearly knows that ‘incarnation’ just killed someone! Isn’t he afraid this one will too?
And how can such a mighty being handle clerical work?
No, he’s just hiding the truth — covering up their evil art of refining humans into puppets!”

Her palms were slick with sweat.
“I mustn’t show doubt or fear,” she thought. “As a spy, the first rule is: stay alive!”

Taking a deep breath, she forced a bright, innocent smile.

“Waaah, so amazing, Senior Brother! It’s my fault for not knowing better! You’re incredible!”

She even tapped her own head shyly.

“Ehehe~”

Her fingers fidgeted nervously before her.

Lin Qingfeng exhaled.
Phew — this high-IQ NPC might react slowly, but she’s still easy to fool.

“Maybe I can train her to scam future newbies,” he thought.

Meanwhile, Su Ling’er was also relieved.
“Good, I fooled him. He shouldn’t be suspicious anymore.”

Just then, the administrator — Qian Buyu — woke up.
He raised his eyelids lazily, glanced at Su Ling’er, then mechanically pulled out a form.

When Su Ling’er looked at the paper, she was stunned again.

The questions listed were bizarre:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Hobbies:
Skills:
Married or not:
Any romantic interests:
Life aspiration:
Personal assets (including but not limited to spirit stones, treasures, elixirs, and heavenly materials):

“What… what is this?!
Do demonic sects really need all this information to recruit disciples?!”

But Lin Qingfeng looked at the form with pride — he’d designed it himself.

In this “sect-management” type of pay-to-win game, income generation was key.
This form was part of a collaboration with the matchmaking guild “Hall of Fate.”

They collected player data for “pairing algorithms” — in exchange for spirit stones.
Basically, it was like selling your data online for pennies.

Every new disciple was required to fill it out.

There was, however, one small bug:
Only the player ID had to be real — all other info could be nonsense.
Even if someone filled in “Attack Helicopter” as gender, the administrator NPC would still accept it.

Now, it was Su Ling’er’s turn — unaware of any of this, risking her life as an undercover spy.

“Name?” Qian Buyu asked expressionlessly.

Su Ling’er thought for a moment, choosing a plain alias.

“My name is Li—”

Suddenly, Qian Buyu’s eyes snapped open, radiating sharp light.

“You! Your name does not match reality!”

Su Ling’er froze.
“How… how did he know?! Can he read minds?!”

Just as she panicked, Lin Qingfeng interjected gently:

“Junior Sister, you can’t even remember your own name?
Don’t worry, take your time — this will be recorded officially.”

He suspected the game was just generating her NPC name in real time — maybe it glitched when she spoke too early.

But to Su Ling’er, it was an intimidation tactic!

Terrified, she could only stammer out the truth:

“D-disciple’s name is Su Ling’er.”

Qian Buyu’s eyes dimmed again as he wrote it down.
After being seen through once, Su Ling’er dared not lie further — answering half-truthfully.

Then came another shocking question:

“Your gender?”

She was stunned.
What kind of question was that?!
She looked down at herself — maybe not exactly “voluptuous,” but clearly not a man!

“What, do I really look like a guy to you?!”

“Senior Brother, do I really have to answer this one?” she asked, cheeks puffed.

“Cough… it’s standard procedure,” Lin Qingfeng said awkwardly. “Don’t sweat the details. Immortality awaits, just answer.”

“Female,” she muttered.
“Age, sixteen…”

When they reached height and weight, she nearly exploded.

“Senior Brother, even this?!”

Lin Qingfeng hurriedly handed her a soft ruler and scale.

“This is just for tailoring your uniform. Go on.”

After reluctantly reporting the numbers, the next question arrived:

“Married? Any romantic interests?”

Su Ling’er was speechless.
“What does this have to do with cultivation?!
Are they checking my karmic ties before turning me into a furnace?!”

“Ahaha, it’s for promoting harmony among sect members,” Lin Qingfeng joked nervously.

Finally, she squeezed out,

“Unmarried. Heart unentangled.”

The last question:

“List your personal assets.”

Her heart sank.
“So this is what they’re after — a robbery disguised as registration!”

She bit her lip, but Lin Qingfeng quickly explained:

“Just so we can assess if you need sect support — if you’re poor, we’ll help you.”

After countless nerve-wracking answers, she finally reached the end.

“Life aspiration?”

Meeting Qian Buyu’s cold gaze, she declared firmly:

“My aspiration… is to seek immortality and ascend to the heavens!”
“No — to become a peerless sword immortal!”

Qian Buyu had her press a red fingerprint.
Inside, she swore a silent oath:

“All this deception… is for the sake of justice, and the righteous path!”

Lin Qingfeng just sighed.
“With talent like hers, sword immortal’s a stretch. Maybe we can turn her into a sword instead?”

As Su Ling’er pressed her print, Lin Qingfeng’s system alert chimed:

【Sect Quest “Guide for New Disciples” Completed!】
【Reward: +100 sect points, +10 reputation, +500 cultivation XP】

He relaxed with a grin.

“Done. Finally tricked you in.”

To Su Ling’er, those words were the devil’s laughter.

“So it’s true!” she thought. “This really is a demonic sect!
He admitted he tricked me in!
What vile hypocrisy!”

Then, something even more shocking happened.

Lin Qingfeng’s aura suddenly surged!

He had leveled up — right after her registration.

“What?! He broke through?!” she thought.
“Right when I signed the form?!”

Her mind raced.

“That wasn’t a registration form… it was a demonic contract!
It stole my fortune and essence the moment I signed!
Every new recruit is nourishment for them!”

Tears welled in her eyes.

“Sect Master, I’ve infiltrated the demonic sect for justice! Please, someday, save me!”

As she mourned internally, Lin Qingfeng received his next quest:

【Next Mission: Introduce new disciple Su Ling’er to the sect.】
【Locations: Herb Valley, Smithing Pavilion, Alchemy Hall, Transmission Hall, Dining Hall…】
【Reward: +1000 sect points, +10 reputation, +1800 XP】

“Ah, more missions,” he mused. “Let’s start with dinner.”

“Junior Sister,” he said warmly, “you must be tired.
Let’s get your identity token and sect robes.
I made yours red to match your outfit.
Then we’ll grab dinner at the Dining Hall.”

Su Ling’er’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Identity token? Robes?
He said measuring me earlier was for tailoring — and now they’re already made?!

He was lying all along!”

Now she was certain — she’d signed a slave contract.

Yet when she checked her body, nothing felt drained — which terrified her even more.

“So they’re stealing something deeper… my very fate, perhaps…”

“Truly worthy of an ancient demonic sect,” she thought bitterly. “Their methods are terrifyingly advanced!”