Elder Ming was the closest to her, suffering the greatest impact. The ringing directly shattered his eardrum, and blood seeped from his ears and nose. He let out a miserable cry, realizing he could no longer hear.

He looked at Qin Liuxi in horror as she passed by him, glancing over with cold eyes.

Elder Ming’s pupils contracted, his hands trembling.

Qin Liuxi entered the Holy Temple unimpeded, her expression increasingly unsightly. What’s this? Someone who knows no spell at all becomes an elder, and those followers are all just regular people.

They’re relying solely on a glib tongue and hallucinatory holy water to preach everywhere, attracting countless believers to become saints of this Tiansheng Sect.

What a joke?

Preaching turns out to be easier to gather believers than teaching the Dao. How embarrassing for those of the righteous path. Is it really that they lack a clever tongue that can make the dead seem alive?

Qin Liuxi entered the Holy Temple, everything inside pure moon white, with a ceramic statue standing solemnly in the center, its head slightly lowered, eyes drooping, overlooking all beings.

She met those eyes, and suddenly her mind was filled with endless flames, fiery tongues dancing seductively, devouring, and in the center of the sea of fire, something seemed to be leaping within.

Qin Liuxi stared far out, her eyes burning from the fierce heat of the flames, yet she still watched that leaping thing.

It was a fireball.

A fierce fireball, carrying a powerful intent to destroy.

The fireball bounced, as if something inside it was about to burst out. Qin Liuxi felt a palpitation, instinctively wanting to suppress it, but couldn’t.

A fire Qilin leaped out beside the fireball, glaring at her but never approached.

A voice came from the sky, Qin Liuxi shivered, biting down hard on her tongue tip, the sea of fire quickly vanished. She opened her eyes; they were a deep red, and the ceramic statue she had locked gaze with seemed to hold a hint of a smile, as if saying, "You and I are the same."

"Demon Path, she is from the Demon Path." Someone exclaimed, "Her eyes are red."

Qin Liuxi snapped back to reality, turning to see a follower standing amidst a crowd of suddenly gathered believers shouting. The believers stared at her in terror.

"Not of our kind, her heart must be different. Demons deserve to die, burn her, burn her!" Someone started shouting.

Qin Liuxi laughed angrily. Her, the Demon Path?

Once someone spreads baseless rumors, it quickly becomes a widespread belief, especially when in this case, it’s not baseless but caught ’in the act,’ making everyone choose to believe their own eyes.

This must be the Demon Path, or even a ghost, for how could a normal person’s eyes be red?

Qin Liuxi sensed the Power of Faith waning, utterly speechless, looking at the holy follower labeling her as Demon Path, causing her to lose faith, equating to pulling Silver from her wallet.

Absolutely intolerable!

Qin Liuxi stared at him, the follower’s mind went blank, suddenly raising his hand, slapping his face repeatedly, while saying, "I’m babbling nonsense, you foolish fools, been deceived, we’re the real demons!"

"Sorcery, she’s casting sorcery, quickly bring the holy water!" Elder Ming decisively shouted.

"Heavenly Saint is merciful. Cultivation is not easy, just leave quickly. Do good deeds and accumulate virtue in the future, and Heavenly Saint will let you depart. Now go!" A strange voice echoed from the northeast corner of the hall.

Qin Liuxi looked over, several dressed like Elder Ming were crowding around a round-faced middle-aged man approaching her.

"It’s the Holy Light Sect Leader." Someone knelt down, shouting fervently for the Sect Leader, especially those white-robed people.

Qin Liuxi snorted, finally someone with cultivation appeared.

But to let her go?

Really a smart choice, earning the name of compassion without losing their own people. Yet looking at the wary glances, it’s clear they’re cowardly.

But, don’t they know it’s hard to send off a deity once invited? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Tiansheng Sect: We have no love for inviting plagues, you came uninvited!

Indeed, she came uninvited, but they say she is the Demon Path—how could a demon ever obediently comply without causing some trouble before leaving, to live up to the title they bestowed?

Qin Liuxi swung the horsetail whisk, pointing at those people, shouting loudly: "Ta! This humble Daoist once calculated with fingers that this place is overflowing with demon energy, asked the Three Pure Ancestors to descend and subdue the demons, and sure enough, you dead demons tried to lure this humble Daoist into becoming one of you upon entering this hall and glimpsing this eerie figure? Pah, this humble Daoist is devoted to the Dao, willing to martyr for it rather than fraternize with you to deceive the world!"