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

Chapter 238: The Trash Talk of Justice

At the same time.

Within the Mirror World.

Bang!

After stepping through the final gate, the scene before Bai Xirou’s eyes shattered with a deafening roar, dissolving into cascading layers of escaping light. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the original Mirror Hall.

The walls and floor were polished to the extreme, gleaming like crystal and reflecting her slender, graceful silhouette with perfect clarity.

Bai Xirou focused her gaze and scanned her surroundings. The vast hall was just as empty as before, with one notable exception: a small, antique bronze mirror now floated silently in the center of the room.

The mirror was about the size of a palm and forged from pitch-black metal. Its surface was etched with countless profound, labyrinthine patterns that shimmered brilliantly in the ambient light.

Gazing at the dormant artifact, Bai Xirou felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of warmth and security. It was as if the mirror harbored a specific power designed to draw her in.

After a moment of hesitation, she took a light, cautious step forward. Reaching out, her delicate fingers wrapped around the mirror’s handle.

Instantly, a blindingly radiant light erupted from the glass, illuminating every corner of the grand hall.

An illusory figure materialized within the glare. Ethereal, hazy, and dreamlike, the silhouette gradually resolved into a stunning young girl with a waterfall of silver hair.

The girl stood barefoot, draped in nothing but a layer of translucent gauze, yet she radiated an aura that felt utterly detached from the mortal coil.

“I am the Mirror Spirit of the Mingxiao Mirror.”

The silver-haired girl’s cool, detached gaze swept over Bai Xirou. Her voice was ethereal, ringing with the clarity of a celestial bell.

“Eighty thousand years… I never imagined the destined one to pass my trial would be a mere Golden Core fledgling.”

“During the trial, the flow of time in the outside world is suspended. You spent months toiling through the three stages, but in reality, scarcely a fraction of a second has passed.”

Hearing this, Bai Xirou let out a massive sigh of relief.

Just moments ago, she had been stressing over how her inexplicable, months-long disappearance would panic her companions. It seemed her worry was for nothing.

However, that relief was quickly swallowed by an uncontrollable surge of profound awe.

The ability to casually pause the flow of time in the real world… such a heaven-defying method was completely unheard of. The true origins of this Mingxiao Mirror vastly exceeded her wildest imaginations!

Stifling the shock in her heart, Bai Xirou took a deep breath, forced her expression into one of serene respect, and bowed deeply.

“This Junior, Bai Xirou, greets Senior Mirror Spirit.”

“If Junior may be so bold… what has become of the companions who entered this realm with me?”

The Mirror Spirit gave her an impassive look. “The moment you cleared the final trial, the other four were forcibly ejected from the Mirror World. You will see them once you return.”

A look of genuine relief washed over Bai Xirou’s face. The fact that the rest of her team was alive proved that this Mirror Spirit wasn’t bound to some malevolent, bloodthirsty demonic artifact.

The Mirror Spirit’s beautiful eyes locked onto Bai Xirou. Within her silver pupils, a kaleidoscope of bizarre, rapidly shifting images seemed to play out—cities rising and falling, oceans drying into deserts, the relentless march of time itself.

“From this moment forth, you are the master of this Mingxiao Mirror, and of me. He who holds this mirror can reverse Yin and Yang, bridge the gap between the hidden and the illuminated, and, to a certain extent, peer into the flow of the future. It illuminates and shatters all falsehoods.”

“However, your current Cultivation is far too weak. You cannot yet unleash the Mingxiao Mirror’s true might. For now, the mirror will only grant you a minor [Illusion-Shattering] effect.”

“No matter how flawless the disguise or how profound the transformation technique, before this mirror, there is nowhere to hide.”

Bai Xirou listened in silent astonishment. She hadn’t expected the Mingxiao Mirror to possess such divine utility.

The ability to scry the future? Even among the legendary Innate Spiritual Treasures, this had to be a top-tier existence!

Having delivered her piece, the Mirror Spirit offered a faint, fleeting smile. She dissolved into a crescent of silver light, wrapping around the bronze mirror before shooting directly into the center of Bai Xirou’s brow, anchoring itself within her Sea of Consciousness.

The Spirit’s voice echoed directly in her mind.

“Now, I shall impart the Dao formula required to command the mirror. Commit this to memory…”

A short while later.

A wave of vertigo washed over Bai Xirou. When her vision finally cleared, she found herself standing in a dense jungle choked with foul miasma.

Grotesque, gnarled trees jutted out at odd angles, choked by thick, thorny vines. The distant, bloodcurdling roars of savage beasts echoed through the fog—a stark contrast to the idyllic, bird-filled paradise of the Mirror World.

This is the original secret realm!

Realizing where she was, she quickly suppressed her lingering shock. Scanning the brush, she spotted her four companions lying unconscious on the damp soil. She hurried over to wake them.

……

Meanwhile.

Nether Fiend Sect. Inner Sect.

Qi Yuan returned to the demonic temptress’s cave abode, looking thoroughly refreshed and overflowing with vigor. After casually shooing away the flock of overly attentive maidservants waiting to pamper him, he retreated to his private cultivation chamber.

He had just learned from the maids that Ji Chan’er had returned to the Ji Clan’s ancestral estate to handle some logistical nightmares.

With Patriarch Ji Qingcang’s grand birthday banquet rapidly approaching, the entire Ji Clan was running around like headless chickens. Ji Chan’er was likely so busy her feet hadn’t touched the ground in days.

Naturally, as the absolute MVP who had single-handedly saved the Ji Clan from total annihilation, Qi Yuan firmly believed that if he wasn’t seated at the head table, no one else had the right to even look at a pair of chopsticks.

After casually tossing up a restrictive ward over the door, he didn’t immediately empty his pockets to count the loot he’d extorted from those two unlucky Holy Scions. Instead, he sat cross-legged on his meditation cushion, closed his eyes, and began to review his newly Awakened innate abilities.

Upon breaking through to Soul Formation, his signature core ability, Blood God Four Refinements, had officially leveled up to the Blood God Five Refinements.

In gamer terms, Qi Yuan could now pop five stacks of his ultimate ‘burn-my-own-HP-for-damage’ buff, causing his combat stats to skyrocket astronomically.

Just like before, the fifth stack was strictly a ‘mutual assured destruction’ panic button. If he popped all five layers, it didn’t matter if he killed the boss or not—he was guaranteed to lose half his life in the process.

However, the upgrade wasn’t just a shiny new suicide button. The passive benefit was that the side effects of popping four stacks had been drastically reduced. It was no longer a guaranteed trip to the ICU; he could actually consider using the four-layer burn as a standard ultimate attack.

Sure, he’d still hit a debuff phase of extreme weakness afterward, but at least he wouldn’t suffer irreversible organ failure.

Qi Yuan had a sneaking suspicion that, thanks to the residual effects of the Heaven-Mending Pill, the Blood God Five Refinements still had room to grow!

But that wasn’t all. He had also unlocked a completely new innate divine ability.

He decided to dub it: [The Trash Talk of Justice].

Obviously, that was just Qi Yuan’s own chuunibyou-flavored internal naming convention. According to the overly dramatic naming rules of the Cultivation world, the system called it the [Word of Punishing Sin].

The Word of Punishing Sin was an auditory attack. By uttering a specific verbal command, he could directly inflict psychological and spiritual damage on an enemy. But the real kicker was the karma scaling: if the target was burdened with heavy karmic sin, the spoken word would act as a massive, unavoidable debuff.

The severity of the stat-drop scaled inversely with the target’s Cultivation and directly with their accumulated bad karma.

The more puppies you kicked, and the lower your level, the harder Qi Yuan’s voice would physically crush you.

Based on his initial estimates, if he used the Word of Punishing Sin on a standard, mass-murdering Soul Formation cultivator, the sheer weight of their sins would instantly shave off thirty to forty percent of their combat power. It was an absolutely broken debuff.

Of course, if he tried it on a mass-murdering Dao Integration realm powerhouse, the level gap would resist the effect, probably only dropping their stats by around ten percent. Better than nothing, but not a guaranteed win.

Still, Qi Yuan was ecstatic. As the old gamer adage went: debuffing the boss is just as good as buffing yourself. Furthermore, the Word of Punishing Sin was an AoE (Area of Effect) skill! If he ever got ganked by a mob, dropping a localized verbal nuke could instantly turn the tide.

Best of all? He was currently living in the headquarters of a Demonic Sect. Literally every single person in his zip code was dripping with horrific karmic sin.

In this environment, the [Word of Punishing Sin] wasn’t just a good skill—it was a god-tier exploit!

“Alright, the housekeeping is done,” Qi Yuan muttered, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he opened his eyes. “Time to figure out how I’m going to climb that tower.”