Is It Wrong to Bully the Novice Village for System Rewards?

Chapter 251: What in the World is Happening?!

*Swoosh!*

Before he could even process the new scripture that had appeared in his mind, a powerful repulsive force surged from the Moluo God-Slaughtering Tower, ejecting him in an instant.

The world spun into a blur, and when it settled, Qi Yuan found himself standing just outside the tower’s entrance.

Immediately, he was bombarded by countless gazes—a mixture of raw admiration, profound awe, and sharp jealousy.

Realizing he was the focal point of the entire assembly, Qi Yuan frowned. A knot of dread tightened in his stomach; this was getting out of hand.

*This is bad.*

*I was way too flashy during this trial. The demonic cultivators are definitely going to get suspicious…*

Just as he was frantically scrambling for a cover story, a formidable demonic cultivator in a black robe flew toward him. The man, built like a mountain with a powerful jaw and a bristling, tiger-like mustache, strode right up to him and asked with a curious smile, “Disciple-Nephew Qi, your cultivation has suddenly vanished, leaving you like a mortal. Is it because you consumed a Mortal Transformation Pill beforehand?”

*A Mortal Transformation Pill?*

Qi Yuan blinked, stunned for a second before the gears in his head started turning. He quickly adopted a solemn expression.

“Hall Master Xu, your insight is as sharp as ever. This disciple did indeed take a Mortal Transformation Pill. I hoped to brave the trial with my physical body alone to push my limits and achieve the best possible result.”

Internally, he was bursting with joy.

He’d been racking his brain for a plausible excuse, and this guy just handed him the perfect one on a silver platter. Talk about a lifesaver!

*This Hall Master of Internal Affairs is a true saint!*

“So it *was* the Mortal Transformation Pill.”

Xu Wanchuan beamed with satisfaction, his eyes filled with genuine appreciation. “Disciple-Nephew Qi, you are so young, yet your attainments in the path of body refinement are already this profound. The next generation is truly a force to be reckoned with.”

With that, his expression turned formal, and he announced in a booming voice, “Disciple Big Qi of Blood Refining Peak, trial result: nine hundred and ninety-nine floors!”

“Next, Inner Sect Disciple Chen Tianhuan of Jueshen Ridge.”

As his voice faded, a young man with a scholarly air, delicate features, and a placid smile stepped forward and flew into the tower.

Ordinarily, Chen Tianhuan’s appearance would have caused a stir. He was one of the most popular candidates for this trial, considered an equal to Wu Hengshan and a titan among the current Inner Sect Disciples.

But not today. Everyone was still reeling from the aftershocks of Qi Yuan’s monumental achievement. Who had the mental capacity to care about anyone else? The Inner Sect prodigy’s entrance went completely unnoticed, failing to create so much as a ripple.

After all, no matter how brilliant Chen Tianhuan was, he couldn’t possibly compare to the monster who had just conquered the nine hundred and ninety-ninth floor.

Though the trial wasn’t officially over, everyone knew the truth. The title of champion already belonged to that heaven-defying anomaly.

The bookies running the betting pools were already sweating bullets.

***

At the exact moment the Hall Master announced his score, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in Qi Yuan’s mind.

**[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully reaching the 999th floor and completing the Moluo God-Slaughtering Tower trial mission.]**

**[Reward: 3,000 Comeback Points, 3 Top-Grade Purple Heart Nirvana Pills, 1 additional free teleportation anchor, and Primary Sword Dao Expert.]**

**[Detected Host completed the additional objective: climbing another 900 floors of the Moluo God-Slaughtering Tower.]**

**[Additional Reward: 180,000 Comeback Points.]**

**[All rewards for this Main Mission have been delivered to the system inventory. Infusing Primary Sword Dao Expert…]**

As the system’s voice faded, Qi Yuan’s mind jolted.

A torrent of information on the Sword Dao flooded his consciousness, a deluge of insight that washed over him like a baptism, connecting disparate concepts into a coherent whole. Countless exquisite sword techniques integrated themselves into his very being, becoming as natural as breathing. There was no awkwardness, no unfamiliarity.

He felt like a grandmaster who, after decades of arduous practice, had finally achieved a sudden, transformative epiphany.

The experience was surreal. He hadn’t even crossed blades with anyone yet, but a profound sense of calm and confidence settled over him. It was as if, with a sword in hand, he could change the very fabric of a battle.

A moment later, Qi Yuan’s eyes snapped open. A razor-sharp glint flashed in their depths before being replaced by unrestrained joy.

He hadn’t expected much from the so-called [Primary Sword Dao Expert]. He was already a Soul Formation cultivator, a significant figure in his own right. What use were a few basic sword skills?

But he’d been dead wrong. The system’s definition of “Primary” was on a completely different plane from his own.

Anything worthy of being called a “Dao” wasn’t a mere collection of techniques or formulas; it was something far closer to the fundamental laws and origins of the universe. Even this sliver of understanding was enough to elevate him to a new level.

If he were to face an enemy with a sword now, his combat prowess would be amplified immensely.

“As expected of the system,” he mused. “This [Primary Sword Dao Expert] is ridiculously effective. My current understanding of the sword is probably on par with some of the greatest experts from the Abyssal Sanctuary…”

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, deepening his respect for the damn system’s power.

The Abyssal Sanctuary was filled with nothing but sword fanatics, cultivators who dedicated their entire lives to the blade, who probably slept with their swords. And with a single infusion of [Primary Sword Dao Expert], he had reached their level. It was utterly absurd.

*Good grief. If ‘Primary’ is this insane, what would ‘Advanced’ be like? I’d be unstoppable.*

After reigning in his surging excitement, Qi Yuan’s gaze swept through the crowd and landed on Ji Chan’er. She was already looking his way. Their eyes met, a silent and imperceptible exchange passing between them.

They were practically an old married couple at this point. A single glance was all it took for Qi Yuan to know that the demoness was thoroughly pleased with his performance.

He also received another piece of thrilling news—he was about to get very, very rich.

***

Soon, the Hall Master’s voice echoed across the plaza again.

“Inner Sect Disciple Chen Tianhuan of Jueshen Ridge, trial result: four hundred and forty-four floors. Next…”

The score surpassed Wu Hengshan’s, placing Chen Tianhuan second among all participants and drawing a fair amount of attention. Several high-ranking members of the sect cast appreciative looks his way, clearly impressed with the prodigy.

To follow a freak like Big Qi would have shattered the will of a lesser cultivator. The shock alone would have sown doubt and anxiety, crippling their performance. Yet this junior had managed to remain composed and perform at his peak. It was truly commendable.

Chen Tianhuan himself had delicate features and a tall, straight posture. A faint, constant smile gave him a gentle and refined air, belying the fact that he was a ruthless monster who had even murdered his own Dao companion.

***

As the sun began to set, the trial drew to a close. After Chen Tianhuan, not a single disciple managed to break through the three-hundredth floor.

One demonic cultivator, seemingly inspired by Qi Yuan, even took a Mortal Transformation Pill, attempting to replicate the miracle of bulldozing the tower with pure physical might. He was torn to shreds by the tower spirits before he even reached the fortieth floor.

The scene was exceptionally brutal, and it drove a crucial lesson into the minds of all the other ambitious cultivators: without an absolutely terrifying foundation in body refinement, using a Mortal Transformation Pill to climb the tower was a fool’s errand.

Finally, under the expectant gaze of the entire sect, Sect Leader Shen Honglian rose from her throne. Her voice, deep and resonant, carried across the plaza.

“The results of this Demon Tower trial are decided!”

“Effective immediately, all who have ascended beyond the ninety-ninth floor are promoted to Legacy Disciples! You are hereby bestowed one hundred Spirit Nurturing Pills and two thousand high-grade Spirit Stones.”

“Furthermore, the ten disciples who climbed the highest shall have these rewards doubled. You will also each be granted a Dharma Treasure and may select a suitable inheritance from the Inheritance Hall.”

A wave of envy washed over the crowd. The disciples who had just missed the top ten looked on with bloodshot eyes.

The Inheritance Hall wasn’t like the public Scripture Repository; it was the true heart of The Saint Sect. Every technique within was a foundational text of immense value. Unless one was a top-ranked Legacy Disciple, they could only dream of setting foot inside.

“This disciple thanks the Sect Leader for her guidance!”

Though Qi Yuan couldn’t care less about the sect’s inheritances, he dutifully bowed along with the others.

Just then, a faint smile touched Shen Honglian’s lips. Her phoenix-like eyes swept over the disciples and settled on Qi Yuan, standing in the center.

“Big Qi, Chen Tianhuan, Wu Hengshan,” she said, her voice light but clear. “The three of you have distinguished yourselves from a sea of competitors to claim the top three positions. Your talent is exceptional, your will, unyielding. You are truly rare prodigies.”

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.

“As it happens, my own lineage is rather sparse. How would the three of you like to become my personal disciples?”

Her words sent a shockwave through the assembly.

From the lowest-ranking disciples to the highest-level elders, every jaw dropped. They stared at Shen Honglian in utter disbelief, unable to process the staggering decision she had just made.

The Sect Leader of The Saint Sect taking on three personal disciples at once? It was completely unprecedented in the sect’s entire history.

Qi Yuan, meanwhile, had frozen solid, a statue amidst the chaos.

*What in the world is happening?!*

*Me? The dignified Holy Scion of the Tai Xuan Sect… is being invited to become the personal disciple of the demonic sect’s leader?*