Tang Xiaoyu walked on the road back, constantly patting her own chest.
"It's good to have run fast, otherwise I would have exposed myself."
Then she said disdainfully: "I'm a single dog that no one loves, so what, so what? Am I arrogant? I'm not."
"Thinking about love all day long, want me to eat dog food? See if I don't break up every one of you couples."
While her mouth kept spewing skewed words, she soon returned to the main hall.
"I'm back again."
Zhang Huizhu said: "Where did you run off to?"
"Oh, I went to watch the disciples compete in martial arts."
"What's good to watch about that? In a few days we’re going to attend the convention held once every five years by the Demonic Cultivators, where the prided geniuses of each sect will compete and exchange pointers. "
Tang Xiaoyu felt so bored: "Why does the Demonic Cultivation World also have this kind of activity?"
Zhang Huizhu explained: "This is different from those grand meetings of the righteous path. We mainly go to exchange experiences and discuss plans for the Demonic Cultivation World in the next five years."
"I see! Can I not go then?"
"You must go this time, because your cultivation method is very important to us demonic cultivators."
Tang Xiaoyu corrected: "It's the Patriarch's cultivation method. The Patriarch can now also hear your appeals, so there is no need for me to go, right?"
Zhang Huizhu thought for a moment: "Fine then!"
Zhang Huizhu seemed to have thought of something: "Right, you still don't have an official position yet. I hereby appoint you as the Inner Elder of the Kindness Sect!"
"Thank you, Sect Leader."
"Don't stand on ceremony, we have actually wronged you."
"We're all one family, why be so estranged?"
"It is us who were being overly sentimental."
Zhu Six patted Tang Xiaoyu's shoulder and said: "What I admire most about Xiaoyu is her mentality to calmly face anything, no matter what happened in the past, without wallowing in past grief."
"Xiaoyu, how do you do it?"
Tang Xiaoyu angrily said: "Are you praising me or saying I'm heartless?"
"What did I say wrong again?" Zhu Six asked.
Tang Xiaoyu waved her hand: "Forget it, just take it as you praising me. Why do I have such a good mentality?"
"Because I have no choice! I can't go around with a long face every day, making it seem like everyone owes me millions, can I?"
"If I'm in a bad mood, do I also have to put everyone else in a bad mood?"
"If so, how twisted would my heart be!"
Tang Xiaoyu disliked participating in this convention. She didn’t have any protagonist’s luck regarding that secret realm, so why go? (But the author likes it, so I can water quite a few chapters, get a bunch of people to shout 666, and get a few hundred more words out.)
Time passed quickly. Zhang Huizhu took people to participate in that whatever convention. Tang Xiaoyu was left with the task of patrolling the sect.
"You two, stop kissing over there. Don't you know that is very lacking in public-spiritedness?"
"You two on the martial arena, could you talk less nonsense? It’s just a matter of a few breaths, yet you can drag it out for half an incense stick’s worth of time."
"When you unleash your skills, do you have to shout it out? Afraid that others don't know your details?"
"Think I won't call you out just because you're pretty? Giving everyone that long face every day?"
Tang Xiaoyu berated whoever she saw. The disciples all circle around when they catch sight of her.
Those who used to pretend to be aloof and cold have now changed their style.
They had to change! If not, Tang Xiaoyu would be able to pick on them and lecture them for a whole day whenever she caught them.
If you ask the disciples who they fear most now, it's not even their Sect Leader, only fearing Tang Xiaoyu.
After completing the first step of her plan, Tang Xiaoyu started assigning tasks to the disciples.
The task was for each disciple to develop one household of devout Patriarch worshipers.
Ten days later, on the square of the Kindness Sect, over ten thousand disciples stood there hanging their heads low.
Below the statue of the Patriarch, Tang Xiaoyu was holding a criticism meeting.
"Who can tell me what you all were up to these past ten days?"
No one dared to speak up.
"I told you to go develop worshipers for the Patriarch, and you injured so many people?"
"Who's going to reimburse me for these medical fees?"
Tang Xiaoyu directly threw a stack of paper onto the ground: "This is the good deed you did for me. Just the severely injured alone number over three thousand, not to mention the minor injuries."
"Come, let me demonstrate for you all how to develop worshipers."
Tang Xiaoyu then acted out a kick: "Old man, I need a worshiper household here. Your family has the honor of becoming worshipers of the Patriarch."
Tang Xiaoyu looked at everyone: "What's this? Han traitors entering the village to capture innocent civilians?"
"Have you never heard of Buddhism? Look at how they hoodwink believers."
"Not only making people desperately faithful, but also willingly offering up money."
"What do they rely on? It's that deceiving mouth of theirs."
As Tang Xiaoyu spoke, she got angrier: "What's grown under your two nostrils? A mouth, comrades!"
"If anyone dares ask who my comrades are, see if I don't beat them to death!"
The people below quickly shook their heads, indicating they won't ask.
"I'll give you another ten days. If it's still the same after ten days, you know the consequences."
Everyone desperately nodded, showing they understood.
"Those who didn't show up for assembly today, tell them to go to the main hall. I want to have a heartfelt discussion about life with them."
"Dismissed."
In an instant, everyone disappeared without a trace.
"Senior sister, Elder Tang said that those who didn't go to today's assembly must all go to the main hall. He wants to have a discussion about life with you."
"Wish yourself good luck. I'm going down the mountain first to develop worshipers."
After half an incense stick’s worth of time, over twenty people appeared in the main hall.
"Talk. What's going on?"
A male disciple said, "Elder Tang, I have a stomachache."
"What's this? Giving birth already? Do you need me to check if it's a boy or girl?"
That disciple quickly shook his head. "No need, no need."
Tang Xiaoyu then pointed to a particularly beautiful female disciple with an icy expression: "You also have a stomachache. It’s time to give birth."
"Elder Tang, please mind your words."
Tang Xiaoyu twisted her neck. "Think you have special privileges just because you're pretty? Think every man should give you face?"
The female disciple said, "I don't have that notion."
"I don't care if you have that notion or not. I just can't tolerate you pretty people, so why don't you go stand aside first."
Tang Xiaoyu then walked in front of a few male disciples with an inflated sense of self-importance: "Think you're better than me just because you're more handsome?"
"You now have two options. One is to reflect on yourself facing a wall for one year. The other is to develop worshipers from two households."
Everyone chose the second option.
After two months, Tang Xiaoyu had tossed the Kindness Sect disciples to utter misery. Some wanted to debate Tang Xiaoyu but got scolded by her into questioning their lives.
When Zhang Huizhu came back with her group, she found not a single disciple in the sect, so she asked Tang Xiaoyu. The answer she received was that everyone had left for business trips.
"Xiaoyu, I have good news to tell you. After consultation among everyone, we have decided to launch a full-scale attack on the righteous path in ten years time."
Tang Xiaoyu tightly clenched her fist: "Has this day finally come? You who once harmed me, are you ready?"
People are always like this, understanding everything one moment, then failing to understand the next; grasping great principles one second yet losing control of subtle emotions the next.
"Isn't your decision a bit rash?"
Zhang Huizhu replied, "This is not rash, but we have been preparing, waiting for an opportunity all this time. I didn't expect for this opportunity to come so suddenly. We have been waiting far too long for this opportunity. Far, far too long."

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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”