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

Brain-dead System, just you wait!

Sooner or later, I’m going to slap a massive one-star review right onto your face!

After venting his fury, Qi Yuan composed himself. He quickly retrieved a communication talisman from his storage space, activated it, and spoke with a stone-cold expression.

“Lucky Li, where are you guys right now?”

On the other end, Lucky Li sounded startled. After a moment, he replied obediently:

“Senior Brother Zhang and I are at the Drunken Joy Brothel. Holy Scion, you have to believe me, this time it really wasn’t my treat! Senior Brother Zhang insisted on finding some girls to help him ‘heal his injuries’… Oh right, you’ll never guess who I ran into here…”

“Cut the crap.”

Qi Yuan was too exhausted to deal with these two hopeless clowns—Dumb and Dumber. He interrupted before the other could finish and commanded coldly:

“I am at the City Lord’s Manor. You have the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn to appear before me. Otherwise, face the consequences.”

“Huh?”

There was a stunned pause on the other end, followed by a frantic shout. “Holy Scion, don’t light the incense yet! Your little brother is on his way!”

Clatter! Bang!

The sounds of tables and chairs being knocked over echoed from the talisman. clearly indicating someone had already started sprinting.

“Junior Brother Qi, what are you doing?”

Just as Qi Yuan put away the communication talisman, a gentle female voice drifted from behind him. Turning around, he saw Bai Xirou walking slowly out of the room.

She looked completely different from the melancholy, haggard woman of yesterday. Now, she appeared exceptionally spirited and radiant, her complexion glowing. Her aura had stabilized at the peak of Foundation Building, ready to condense a Golden Core at any moment.

Although Bai Xirou could attempt her breakthrough immediately, on Qi Yuan’s advice, she had decided to wait until reaching the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary. The spiritual energy there was far more abundant, and as a disciple of the Sanctuary, she would enjoy a sliver of the sect’s karmic luck, increasing her success rate.

“Nothing much,” Qi Yuan said, giving Bai Xirou a slight nod. “I just summoned Lucky Li. I need to ask him something. He should be here soon.”

“Mhm.” Bai Xirou nodded in understanding. Her beautiful eyes curved into a smile. “You go ahead with your business. I’ll go say hello to Sister An.”

With that, she flitted away with light, graceful steps, leaving only a slender, retreating silhouette.

Not long after, two streaks of escape light flew in from the distance and landed hurriedly in front of Qi Yuan.

As the light faded, it revealed two male cultivators.

One was the Sanctuary elite, Lucky Li. The other, dressed in a green robe, was not his inseparable companion Richie Zhang, but rather Qi Yuan’s old acquaintance—the Holy Scion of the Celestial Zenith Sanctuary, Piao Genshuo.

How did these two end up together?

Seeing Piao Genshuo’s face—where each facial feature seemed to have its own agenda, refusing to coordinate with the others—Qi Yuan frowned slightly, but quickly returned to his usual calm.

Even if Piao Genshuo knew he was ‘Big Qi’ from Falling Cloud Valley, it wouldn’t cause any waves.

Although Piao Genshuo was a peerless genius at the peak of the Mid-Nascent Soul stage, he still fell short compared to a Heavenly Dao Nascent Soul. Otherwise, Qi Yuan wouldn’t have bothered with all those grueling, pit-digging missions to upgrade himself.

Before Qi Yuan could speak, Piao Genshuo stepped forward proactively to greet him.

“If it isn’t Junior Brother Qi! I couldn’t make it to your Holy Scion Inauguration Ceremony last time, but I trust my gift arrived safely. Today, hearing you were nearby, I specifically came to see you. Besides, the girls haven’t woken up yet anyway…”

Halfway through his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened. He stammered, trembling, “Holy sh*t! A few months ago, you were only at the Golden Core realm. When did you become a Mid-Nascent Soul cultivator?”

Qi Yuan gave a faint smile. “Senior Brother Piao, it’s been a while. You look as… unique as ever.”

“I’ve had some modest gains in my cultivation recently, hence the fortunate breakthrough. It’s a trivial matter, hardly worth mentioning.”

“Is that so?”

Piao Genshuo gave Qi Yuan a scrutinizing glance. When his eyes fell on Qi Yuan’s waist, he froze.

“Junior Brother Qi, that… that jade pendant looks somewhat familiar to me?”

“Senior Brother Piao, you must be mistaken,” Qi Yuan said, his expression unperturbed. “There are many similar pendants in this world. How can you be sure it’s yours? If you call out its name, will it answer you?”

“You’re right. Perhaps my eyes deceived me.”

Piao Genshuo nodded, half-convinced but mostly confused. He muttered, “My Nine Luminaries Liluo Pendant is currently in someone else’s hands. It’s unlikely you could have obtained it…”

Feeling reassured, he put on an enthusiastic expression again. “Junior Brother Qi Yuan, since we are both Holy Scions of our respective Sanctuaries and fate has brought us together, why don’t we go to the Drunken Joy Brothel for a celebratory drink? What do you say?”

Qi Yuan ignored him. His eyes shifted to Lucky Li standing to the side, and he asked in a deep voice:

“Lucky Li, I’m asking you: Is the Wang Family’s Ancestor, Wang Tiande, truly dead?”

“The Wang Family’s Ancestor?”

Lucky Li was taken aback. He hadn’t expected his Holy Scion to ask such a random question. However, seeing Qi Yuan’s serious expression, he didn’t dare to be negligent. He nodded with absolute certainty.

“Wang Tiande is absolutely dead. After confirming his crimes, it was I, your humble subordinate, who personally chopped his head off.”

“That old monster wasn’t at the Nascent Soul stage. I’ve never heard of a Golden Core cultivator surviving decapitation. He’s definitely dead as a doornail.”

Seeing that Lucky Li wasn’t lying, Qi Yuan frowned deeply, lost in thought.

Unlike Nascent Soul cultivators, Golden Core cultivators do not possess the ability to survive independently of their physical bodies. Even if they have refined clones, once the main body dies, the clones dissipate.

Unless it was some kind of heaven-defying art that allowed a cultivator to become immortal through their clones… But secret arts of that level were at least Saint-grade. If Wang Tiande truly had such an ability, he wouldn’t have resorted to such crude, ghostly arts to extend his life.

Just as his thoughts were racing, Piao Genshuo pulled Lucky Li aside and whispered curiously:

“Brother Li, what’s this about the Wang Family’s Ancestor that your Holy Scion mentioned?”

Feeling a sense of camaraderie with Piao Genshuo as fellow patrons of the brothel, Lucky Li didn’t hide anything and immediately recounted the deeds of the Wang Family’s Ancestor.

“This is truly outrageous! To think such a fiend was hiding within Reed River City.”

Piao Genshuo listened with righteous indignation and cursed angrily, “Well done, Brother Li!”

“It’s a pity letting him die like that was too easy. If it were me, I would have first extracted his soul and refined his spirit, making that old dog suffer for eternity without hope of reincarnation!”

Wait!

Hearing this, Qi Yuan, who had been racking his brain, suddenly had his eyes light up. He grabbed Piao Genshuo’s sleeve.

“What did you just say? Say it again!”

Seeing Qi Yuan so excited, Piao Genshuo gave him a puzzled look and instinctively repeated himself.

“I said I would make that old dog suffer for eternity without hope of reincarnation.”

“The sentence before that?”

Piao Genshuo scratched his head. “Oh… the sentence before? I said I would first extract his soul and refine his spirit.”

“That’s it!”

Qi Yuan slapped his thigh excitedly. “We’ll summon the Wang Family Ancestor’s soul back and kill him one more time!”

“????”

The two people beside him were utterly dumbfounded.

Holy sht!*

What kind of deep-seated grudge is this?!

No matter how you looked at it, the Wang Family was just an ordinary cultivation clan in Reed River City—ants by the roadside.

As the Holy Scion of the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary, Qi Yuan had not only issued a task targeting the Wang Family, leading directly to their extermination, but now… he wouldn’t even let the dead rest?

He wanted to summon the old ancestor’s ghost just to kill it again?

Is it really necessary to be this ruthless?!

Thinking this, Piao Genshuo and Lucky Li looked at Qi Yuan with expressions full of strangeness and fear. They both carefully searched their memories, wondering if they had ever offended him before.

If they had, they needed to make amends immediately.

This guy’s vindictiveness was simply too terrifying!