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

After entering the City Lord’s wife’s courtyard, Richie Zhang walked for a short while before being intercepted by a pale-faced young maid.

The maid covered her nose with one hand and pointed a trembling finger at the three-story building in the center of the garden.

“Hey! You, the night soil carrier!” she hissed, her voice quivering. “When you’re emptying the buckets, stay far away from that building. That is where the Madam rests. Unauthorized personnel are strictly forbidden from approaching.”

The stench of the manure had turned the maid’s face a sickly green, but her terror when mentioning the building was unmistakable.

“Oh?” Richie Zhang flashed a simple, honest smile, feigning ignorance. “Little sister, what do you mean by that? Does the Madam not need to use the toilet like the rest of us?”

The maid glared at him with disgust. “Are you stupid? The Madam is a fairy-like figure. How could she possibly need to use the toilet?”

She took a step back, looking like she might retch. “I said don’t go over there, so don’t go over there. If you die, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With that, she turned and scurried away, as if staying a moment longer in his vicinity would cause her to vomit.

“I heard this City Lord’s wife is over forty,” Richie Zhang muttered to himself as he watched her leave. “Even if she’s a fairy, she’s an old fairy. Now, someone like Junior Sister Shang—fresh and dewy—she could be called a fairy. This one? Probably just an old monster…”

After grumbling a few complaints, Richie Zhang found a secluded spot to stash his manure buckets. Then, with a flicker of movement, he vanished from the spot, darting silently toward the small building.

He poked half his head through a first-floor window. The room was empty.

“Looks like she’s upstairs.”

Confirming the coast was clear, Richie Zhang vaulted through the window with practiced ease, making zero sound.

The moment his feet touched the floor, a bone-chilling cold assaulted him, causing him to shiver violently.

This old fairy… the Yin energy in her room is heavy enough to freeze water, Richie Zhang thought, rubbing his arms.

He crept up the stairs. Upon reaching the second floor, his gaze was immediately drawn to the center of the room.

The bedroom was exquisitely furnished, displaying incredible craftsmanship and wealth. Lying on an extravagantly luxurious jade bed was a graceful, alluring figure.

The woman wore a flowing crimson dress embroidered with gold thread. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall over the bedding. Although her face was turned away, the curve of her silhouette alone was enough to stir a man’s imagination.

Found her!

Suppressing his excitement, Richie Zhang furtively fished a Recording Talisman from his robes. He needed to snap a picture of the target to win the bet.

Just as he raised the talisman, the figure on the bed moved.

The City Lord’s wife sat up. Her movements were stiff, mechanical. Slowly, she began to turn her body around.

Even more terrifying, Richie Zhang felt the air around him congeal. The spiritual energy in his meridians turned sluggish, and even his thoughts felt like they were moving through molasses.

What… what the hell is this?!

Big sister, I just wanted a photo! No need to get so sensitive!

Realizing his body was locking up, a stroke of desperate genius hit Richie Zhang.

He lunged forward, grabbed the City Lord’s wife by her shoulders, and forcibly stopped her from turning around.

“Madam, go back to sleep! Don’t turn around, it’s me, the City Lord!” he shouted.

However, in the next second, physics took a backseat.

While her shoulders remained pinned, the City Lord’s wife’s head continued to rotate backward. It twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees until she was staring directly at the man behind her.

Her face was completely obscured by a curtain of black hair, revealing only a pair of pitch-black eyes—no whites, no pupils, just an abyss of malice.

“Wait! You’re not the City Lord’s wife! What the hell are you?!”

Witnessing this scene, Richie Zhang nearly pissed himself. He tried to let go and run, but dozens of black tentacles erupted from the void, binding him tight and rendering him immobile.

As his consciousness began to fade into darkness, he used the last ounce of his strength to crush a specific tooth in his mouth—a molar carved with microscopic, complex runes.

As an elite disciple of the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary, this Talisman Tooth was his final lifeline. Once crushed, it would send an emergency distress signal to his closest allies.

However, as the darkness took him, a despairing thought crossed his mind.

Reed River City is hundreds of thousands of miles from the Sanctuary. My reliable friends are too far away to help…

The only person close enough to receive the signal is… Lucky Li.

Richie Zhang’s heart filled with absolute hopelessness.

That Evening.

The City Lord’s Manor was a sea of lights and colorful banners.

From the City Lord down to the lowest stable boy, everyone was bustling about, preparing for the arrival of a VIP.

Outside the main gate, a large section of the street had been cleared. Red carpets paved the way, the dust had been settled with clean water, and silk ribbons hung from the trees. It was a scene of solemn grandeur and immense wealth.

Not long after, a luxurious flying ark ignored Reed River City’s strict no-fly zone, cruising arrogantly over the walls before hovering above the manor’s entrance.

As the ark slowly descended, City Lord An Lingxiu hurriedly led his children forward and bowed deeply.

“This humble official, An Lingxiu, respectfully welcomes the Holy Scion of the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary!”

The cabin door hissed open. Two figures of extraordinary bearing stepped onto the red carpet.

The man was handsome and aloof; the woman was gentle and ravishing. It was Qi Yuan and Bai Xirou.

Qi Yuan gave a faint nod, his gaze landing on An Lingxiu.

“Rise.”

An Lingxiu appeared to be in his forties, with a scholarly, refined appearance and a slightly thin frame. Hearing the command, he quickly straightened up and extended a hand in invitation.

“To have the Holy Scion visit my humble abode is an honor that brings me immeasurable joy. Please, proceed to the main hall. I have prepared a banquet to wash away the dust of your journey.”

An Lingxiu’s heart was pounding against his ribs. The Holy Scion of the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary was a figure of immense status. Even the Emperor of the Xia Kingdom would have to descend from his throne to greet such a personage, let alone a mere City Lord.

“Let’s go.”

Qi Yuan nodded indifferently. Surrounded by sycophantic officials, he was ushered into the main hall of the manor.

Inside, a massive table was groaning under the weight of rare delicacies. A row of beautiful maidservants stood silently by, holding golden trays and jade decanters.

Qi Yuan took the seat of honor without a shred of hesitation. He swept his gaze across the table, looking at the gathered local dignitaries.

“I have long heard that the City Lord’s wife is peerlessly elegant and stunningly beautiful,” Qi Yuan said casually. “Why is she not here to welcome this Holy Scion?”

Clang.

Someone dropped a chopstick.

Aside from Bai Xirou, who remained impassive, everyone in the hall froze. The local powerhouses exchanged awkward, terrified glances.

Good heavens… he’s asking about the wife immediately?

Is the rumors true? Does this Holy Scion have a fetish for… married women?

Many guests cast pitying glances at City Lord An Lingxiu.

If the Holy Scion takes a fancy to your wife, what can you do? You can only offer her up with a smile.

It seems our City Lord, known for loving his wife dearly, is about to be forced to wear a bright green hat…

Hearing Qi Yuan’s question, An Lingxiu felt his scalp go numb. He stammered, terrified.

“H-Holy Scion, please forgive us. My… my humble wife is feeling unwell today…”

“Unwell?”

Qi Yuan waved his hand dismissively, his tone brooking no refusal.

“Call her here. Tell her to pour wine for this Holy Scion.”

This ghost dared to attack a disciple of my Sanctuary, Qi Yuan thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. Does it think I don’t exist?

Even if it’s a Ghost King, it’s going to serve me a drink tonight!