Noon.
Su Lingâer dragged her exhausted body to turn in another one of the dayâs tasks.
Her face was pale, her eyes were bloodshot, and her body swayed slightly even as she walked.
And more than half of her Spiritual Power was spent.
"F-First Senior Brother..."
"I... I really canât... go on today. I really... canât take it anymore."
Lin Qingfeng stood not far away, watching her. She looked like sheâd rather die right then and there than continue working.
He glanced at the sect panel. Her contribution points were more or less in line with the dayâs expectations, so he nodded.
âHow can you look like this after working just until noon?!â
âYouâve only been on the job for a few days, and you already look like someone whoâs been working for a year?â
Sigh...
âLazy!â
âAbsolutely, utterly lazy!â
âUnfortunately, having only one usable NPC in the sect is such a disadvantage!â
âBut I canât let her mess up tomorrowâs Golden Autumn Harvest Festival. Thatâs when we can earn double contribution points!â
âI should get some rest, too. I need to recharge for tomorrowâs event!â
He walked over, the same gentle smile on his face.
"Youâve worked hard, Junior Sister. Letâs call it a day. Go back and get some rest."
"The path of cultivation requires a balance between exertion and rest. Donât exhaust yourself and damage your foundation."
"Th-Thank you for your consideration, First Senior Brother."
As if she had been granted a pardon, Su Lingâer immediately turned and walked toward her thatched hut.
As she passed by the other disciples, she deliberately played up her state of exhaustion.
After watching his junior sister leave, the First Senior Brother also returned to his immortalâs cave to log off and recuperate.
...
ăThe Thatched Hut.ă
The door was gently closed.
âNow, itâs time.â
âTime to take stock of my gains, select the intelligence Iâll use to request aid, and apply for extraction and support.â
She walked over to the pile of moldy straw and waved her hand.
CLATTER. A pile of items scattered onto the floor, emitting a faint, enchanting glow in the dim hut.
Four hundred and seventy-two low-grade Spirit Stones.
Over six hundred assorted low-grade Spirit Grasses.
There were also a few low-grade Magical Artifacts purchased from the market, as well as the basic Techniques that had been poured into her mind.
This was everything she had obtained over the past few days by constantly doing sect tasks and trading her existing resources.
This was her capital to escape this place, her hope for returning to Qingxu Temple and achieving Foundation Establishment.
Everything was ready.
From deep within her robes, she took out a mysterious jade slip.
This was a specially made communication slip, given to her personally by the Sect Leader before she departed.
âThis demonic sect is bizarre beyond belief, and its resources far exceed imagination.â
âAnd I absolutely cannot reveal all my intelligence. Otherwise, the moment I lose all my value, Iâll surely be cast aside!â
Su Lingâer gathered Spiritual Power at her fingertips and channeled it into the jade slip.
Following the Secret Technique taught by her Sect Leader, she guided her Spiritual Power in a specific pattern across the slipâs runes, attempting to unlock and trigger the communication Array within.
As long as the Spiritual Power followed the correct path and flowed over specific points, it would activate the arrayâs patterns.
The jade slip began to glow faintly with a soft light. An extremely subtle strand of Divine Sense was activated, attempting to extend beyond the sect, toward Qingxu Temple...
And then, it snapped.
It was as if it had hit an invisible wall; the Divine Sense was forcefully repelled.
Nothing. No response, no connection.
This entire region felt as if it had been completely sealed off.
âWhatâs going on?â
âIâll try again!â
Unwilling to give up, Su Lingâer channeled her Spiritual Power again. The jade slip lit up, and her Divine Sense once more slammed into the formless barrier.
Once, twice, three times... ten times...
The result was always the same.
âThe one the Sect Leader gave me is such junk!â
Su Lingâer felt discouraged, complaining inwardly,
âIt must be blocked by this demonic sectâs Mountain Protection Array!â
âSect Leader, oh, Sect Leader...â
âYou gave me something of such poor quality. How am I supposed to send a message back...?â
The communication slip was cut off from the outside world.
At this moment, she too was like an isolated island, trapped in this den of demons.
âIt seems my only choice is...â
Her hand brushed over her storage pouch before finally stopping at a hidden compartment on the inside of her belt.
Something was hidden there.
It was the last resort the Sect Leader had told her she could use if the communication slip failed.
The Gu vessel, which required an offering of blood essence to activate and had to be sent out within fourteen hours to successfully deliver its message.
The Contracted Spirit Insect...
...
She sat cross-legged, the small, bronze bell-like Gu vessel placed before her.
She opened the vessel. A black insect, no bigger than a sesame seed, lay quietly at the bottom.
This was the Contracted Spirit Insect.
It was also her only remaining hope of sending out intelligence.
Her fingertip brushed against the cool edge of a newly acquired short blade, a Magical Artifact.
Without hesitation, she pricked her finger. A single, plump droplet of crimson blood welled up.
She brought this drop of blood essence to the insectâs mouth.
The small insectâs antennae twitched slightly, and then it rapidly devoured the drop of blood essence.
A subtle yet unmistakably clear connection formed in Su Lingâerâs sea of consciousness.
It was a strange sensation. She could "see" through the insectâs eyes and feel its survival instincts.
âI canât hear any sounds from its surroundings, but this should be enough.â
The Sect Leader had said that if the communication slip didnât work, she should use this Contracted Spirit Insect to send her message.
She closed her eyes, sinking her mind into that connection, and began to imprint a portion of her intelligence about the Guixi Sect onto the insect.
The information was neither too long nor too short, but it was enough to whet the Qingxu Temple Sect Leaderâs appetite and convince him to help her return to the righteous path.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the Contracted Spirit Insect, which had grown somewhat restless.
âGo. Carry the hopes of Qingxu Temple, and carry my hope as well.â
The small black insect crawled out onto the windowsill of the thatched hut.
It squeezed through a crack in the window, then with a beat of its wings, it leaped and plunged into the vast night sky.
"BUZZ..."
Its tiny form was instantly swallowed by the sound of the wind and the rustling of the grass and trees.
Through their blood connection, Su Lingâer could clearly "see" the insectâs flight path.
It flew low, weaving inconspicuously through the waist-high grass and shrubs.
It flew past the barren fields, out of the sectâs central territory.
No one looked up. No one noticed.
It was so small, so insignificant.
âAs long as it flies beyond the mountain gate and breaks free of this peakâs Array... it will be able to find its own way to Qingxu Temple.â
âSo what if youâre a demonic sect?â
âYou wouldnât pay any mind to a perfectly ordinary insect, would you?â
...
ăHundred Herbs Valley.ă
Shen Nong was squatting on the ground, bored out of his mind, poking a new Spirit Plant he had named the "Weirdo-Strange Flower" with a twig.
"Yo, Mood Resilience +1, Growth Speed +1. Youâre pretty easy to please, arenât ya?"
He muttered to himself, just about to try a different way of "communicating his feelings" to the Spirit Plant.
"Hm?"
He glanced at the sectâs mini-map.
âWhatâs going on?!â
âA bright red dot just appeared on the sect map, and itâs moving fast!â
âHow did a red-named mob suddenly spawn inside the sect?!â