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

Seeing the disciples of the Enforcement Hall tense up, their nerves clearly frayed, Qi Yuan quickly fished a token from his sleeve.

“Senior Brothers, relax. In truth, I am a personal friend of Fairy Ji. This is her token; feel free to verify it.”

The middle-aged Demonic Cultivator blinked, stunned for a moment. “Which Fairy Ji?”

But as he saw Qi Yuan stepping toward him to hand over the token, panic seized him. He scrambled back several steps, throwing his hand up in a frantic ‘stop’ motion.

“Halt! Don’t… don’t come any closer! My eyesight is excellent; I can see it clearly from over there!”

Was this kid joking? Who knew if he was closing the distance to launch a sneak attack?

And there was no way in hell he was touching that token. Knowing these types, it was probably coated in contact poison or rigged with some other sinister trap.

On paper, he was a dignified peak Golden Core cultivator. He shouldn’t be terrified of a mere mid-Foundation Building rookie. But logic went out the window when facing a maniac who had single-handedly slaughtered the entire population of Blood Refining Peak.

Could a normal Foundation Building cultivator do that?

Against such a vicious and ruthless monster, no amount of caution was excessive.

Qi Yuan stopped, shrugging. “I’m referring to the Saint Sect’s Legacy Disciple, Ji Chan’er. She should be arriving any moment now.”

“Legacy Disciple Ji?”

The name sent a shockwave through the Enforcement Hall squad. Their faces twisted in disbelief. They hadn’t expected this butcher to actually know Ji Chan’er, one of the four great beauties of the Saint Sect.

In the Nether Fiend Sect, Ji Chan’er was the undisputed dream lover of countless male cultivators. Her fame eclipsed even that of some high-ranking Grand Elders.

As the legitimate daughter of the Ji clan, she possessed noble blood, heaven-defying talent, and a status that placed her at the very apex of the Legacy Disciples. She was even a contender for the position of Holy Maiden.

The middle-aged cultivator eyed Qi Yuan with renewed suspicion.

“You know Senior Sister Ji? If you have connections like that, how did you end up assigned to a dump like Blood Refining Peak?”

Before Qi Yuan could answer, a streak of escape light, ethereal as condensed smoke, tore through the air.

It descended rapidly, revealing a woman of peerless beauty in a flowing purple skirt. It was Ji Chan’er, arriving right on cue.

“Greetings, Senior Sister Ji!”

The moment she appeared, the Enforcement Hall members rushed forward, bowing deeply with exaggerated respect.

Ji Chan’er nodded slightly, her expression cool. “Rise.”

“Yes!”

The disciples straightened up cautiously, though they kept their heads lowered and eyes cast down, maintaining an attitude of absolute subservience.

Facing someone of Ji Chan’er’s stature, these ordinary Outer Sect enforcers didn’t even have the right to look her in the eye.

Qi Yuan, meanwhile, stood to the side with the posture of a model student—eyes fixed on his nose, nose fixed on his heart. Internally, however, he was bracing himself for the demoness’s interrogation.

From an outsider’s perspective, his behavior was admittedly scummy.

Last time, this demoness had rolled out the red carpet, inviting him to be an Inner Sect Disciple with a mountain of benefits. He had flatly rejected her.

Not long after, he had sneaked into the sect as a lowly Outer Sect disciple on his own accord. And now that he’d caused a massacre, he was shamelessly asking her to clean up his mess.

It was… awkward.

Just thinking about it gave Qi Yuan the urge to punch something.

Damn it all. Who knew the system would issue such a cursed mission? It wasn’t like he was bored enough to abandon his prestigious life as a Holy Scion of the Saint Sect to play grunt in a Demonic Sect.

If this leaked, the severity would be ten thousand times worse than his stint as a servant in Falling Cloud Valley. That, he could spin. This? This was straight-up betraying his master and ancestors.

Fuck.

After shooting a subtle, resentful glare at the sky, Ji Chan’er swept her gaze over the carnage nearby. Her beautiful eyes narrowed. Even she was momentarily shaken by the brutality of the scene.

She quickly masked her shock and sent a secret sound transmission to Qi Yuan.

“These people… did you really kill them all?”

Qi Yuan paused, then replied via transmission:

“Actually, my sword killed them. But I guess you can count it as me.”

“It’s not like I wanted them dead. They barged into my courtyard without cause. I was merely exercising my right to defend my cave dwelling.”

He looked at her with an expectant, slightly pitiful expression.

“So, Fairy Ji, can you handle this? If it’s too much trouble, don’t force yourself. I have my own exit strategy.”

He wasn’t bluffing. With his teleportation function, unless a supreme powerhouse locked down the space, he could vanish instantly.

The downside was that the ‘Big Qi’ identity would be burned. He’d have to invent a new persona to infiltrate the sect again, which was a massive hassle.

Waiting and seeing seemed like the better play.

Ji Chan’er nodded calmly, her voice echoing in his mind.

“Don’t worry. They’re just Outer Sect fodder. Dead is dead. I’ll have an elder from my clan make a call to the Outer Sect Enforcement Hall. They’ll drop the investigation.”

The demoness was reliable.

Qi Yuan relaxed. He was just about to transmit some sweet words of flattery when the sky—previously clear as glass—suddenly dimmed.

Dozens of gloomy streaks of light swarmed around a massive flying carriage made entirely of white bone. It tore through the clouds and mist, landing heavily in front of the group with a crushing pressure.

The curtains, woven from human finger bones, parted slowly.

A black-haired old man stepped out. He wore luxurious robes cinched with a jade belt. He had a broad face, heavy ears, and a beard that reached his chest. His aura was terrifyingly obscure, deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

The Outer Sect disciples jumped in fright. Recognizing the newcomer, they threw themselves to the ground in panic.

“We pay respects to the Deputy Hall Master!”

The middle-aged cultivator was dumbfounded. He had called for backup, but he never expected the main hall to take it this seriously. They had sent a titan.

This old man was none other than Situ Kong, the Deputy Hall Master of the Inner Sect Enforcement Hall.

Ji Chan’er frowned, a flicker of wariness crossing her face. She quickly composed herself and curtseyed politely.

“Greetings, Uncle-Master Situ.”

She shot Qi Yuan a sharp glance, signaling him to follow suit.

Qi Yuan caught the hint instantly. He stepped forward and bowed with practiced respect.

He didn’t know who this old guy was, but the entrance alone screamed ‘Big Shot’.

“I didn’t expect Junior-Niece Ji to be here. What a coincidence.”

Situ Kong nodded amiably at her, then shifted his gaze to Qi Yuan. His tone went flat.

“I heard something big went down in the Outer Sect. Since I was idle, I decided to come take a look.”

Qi Yuan’s mouth twitched.

Idle? You old geezer, you just came here to find trouble with me, didn’t you?

Despite his internal complaints, he obediently recited his version of events.

“…And that is the whole truth. Please, Deputy Hall Master, you must believe me. I have always been a law-abiding, honest, and simple man. I would never maliciously harm a fellow disciple.”

Qi Yuan spoke with a face full of righteous sincerity.

“Really?”

Situ Kong narrowed his eyes, looking the young man up and down with evident curiosity.

“This matter is full of peculiarities. Naturally, I cannot listen to your side of the story alone. How about we let the victims speak for themselves?”

With a flick of his wide sleeve, a bone-chilling Yin wind howled into existence. Black mist erupted, blotting out the sun and plunging the peak into darkness.

It was a terrifying display of necromancy.

However.

Seconds ticked by. Aside from the impressive special effects, absolutely nothing happened. No ghosts rose. No wails were heard.

“Huh?”

Situ Kong froze.

His figure blurred and reappeared instantly beside the mountain of corpses. He examined them closely, and his expression shifted from confidence to genuine shock.

“Why… why are the souls of the deceased missing?”

Silence fell.

Everyone turned to look at Qi Yuan, who stood there with an innocent, wide-eyed expression.

Under the weight of their gazes, Qi Yuan let out a dry, awkward laugh. He slowly reached into his storage bracelet and pulled out a small black flag, steaming with thick, ghostly energy.

“Ah… they’re all in here,” he said sheepishly. “Do you want me to call them out?”

The crowd stared at him, mouths agape, utterly speechless.

Good heavens!

Not only did he butcher them, he extracted and refined their souls!

And this guy has the audacity to claim he’s law-abiding and honest?! Do you take us for blind fools?!