In the bushes.
Qin Luo, Su Muwan, Wang Xiaohua, and Shen Fei exchanged glances.
"Really undetectable?"
Su Muwan curiously examined the black mist clinging to her body, her eyes widening in surprise. "Qin Luo, this ability of yours is impressive."
Qin Luo chuckled lightly. "The powers of the Shadow Clan are strange and varied. Concealing one's aura is just a minor trick."
"But the main thing is..."
He snapped his fingers.
Buzz—!
In an instant, Su Muwan's appearance transformed.
Before everyone's eyes, she took on the likeness of a female elder from the Mystic Wind Pavilion.
Even her physique adjusted subtly, leaving no room for suspicion.
She excitedly touched her face, then examined her new body—only for her expression to darken as she glared at Qin Luo. "Hey! So why did you turn me into some old hag?!"
Qin Luo sighed with a wry smile. "Young Miss, this is Elder Huang Feng of the Mystic Wind Pavilion. Her cultivation is at the Spirit Source realm."
"The reason I chose her is because her personal disciple was killed by the Starlight Sect's leader, so she harbors deep hatred for them."
"Moreover, she's been the hidden force behind the constant conflicts between these two sects."
"Most importantly..."
A peculiar glint flashed in Qin Luo's eyes. "She's a traditionalist who forbids her disciples from using any electronic devices."
"And the list of prodigies we're targeting later has been finalized."
"Without exception, they're all opponents of peaceful coexistence with the Alliance and refuse to use modern technology."
Su Muwan tilted her head, only half-understanding. "So, Qin Luo, you're planning to... frame someone?"
"But..."
She frowned. "I don’t know the Mystic Wind Pavilion’s techniques. Mastering them would take at least an hour or two."
An hour or two to master them?
Qin Luo blinked.
Alright, he had to admit—he’d underestimated Su Muwan again.
Still...
"No need. We have a simpler solution."
Qin Luo turned to Wang Xiaohua, a core member they’d brought from the Alliance.
She clearly wasn’t suited for assassination work, her nervousness and timidity plain to see.
When she noticed everyone staring at her, she stammered, "U-um..."
"My system is called the [Ten Thousand Techniques Replication System]... It can temporarily copy a technique's abilities onto someone else."
The group nodded in understanding.
Meanwhile, Shen Fei pulled out a manual titled [Mystic Wind Technique].
He glanced at Qin Luo. "Brother Luo, I’ve earned the Sect Leader’s trust these past few days, so I managed to retrieve this from the scripture vault. It was seized during the sect war."
"Though it’s not their core technique, it should at least make it obvious which sect was behind the attack."
Qin Luo nodded. "Then... let’s begin."
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......
Within a tranquil courtyard.
A prodigy sat cross-legged on a meditation stone, deep in cultivation.
Lately, the sect had been flooded with modern gadgets—phones, cola, fridges, TVs.
To him, these were nothing but poison, eroding their will!
An alliance between ancient sects and the modern Alliance?
How laughable!
He would never accept it!
Though he’d heard from some junior brothers that they’d posted promotional videos of the sect online—only to be mocked by the Mystic Wind Pavilion.
Serves them right.
If they hadn’t used electronics, they wouldn’t have been humiliated!
Just as the thought crossed his mind—
A sudden, inexplicable dread surged in his chest.
Whoosh!
A strange rustling sound.
"Who’s there?!"
His eyes snapped open as he roared, his body shooting into the air in a burst of starlight.
But just as he prepared to strike—
A razor-sharp gale slashed toward him.
His body stiffened mid-air as he whirled toward the source—and the moment he saw the figure, his eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
"Huang Feng?!!"
There, hovering in the air, was Su Muwan.
She raised her hand, a swirling vortex forming in her palm. Her voice rasped with a cold sneer.
"The Starlight Sect’s leader killed my disciple. Today, this old woman will slaughter her way through you all!!"
With that—
Boom!
The whirlwind in her palm erupted violently.
The unfortunate prodigy had no time to defend himself before the raging storm swallowed him whole.
"Gah—!"
The wind was like countless blades—first shredding his robes, then slicing into his flesh.
Crimson gashes bloomed across his skin, blood spraying into the air, stretched into eerie red threads by the gale.
As the wind intensified, his body twisted grotesquely, limbs bending at unnatural angles.
His joints creaked ominously, as if on the verge of snapping.
His mouth stretched wide in a silent scream—the sound torn away by the howling tempest before it could escape.
Thud!
He collapsed to the ground in terror, his final thought a single, searing realization:
The Mystic Wind Pavilion... launched a night attack!!!
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The next morning.
At the Mystic Wind Pavilion’s grand plaza.
Bang!!
"Outrageous!!"
A white-haired elder slammed her cane into the ground with such force that the stone cracked like a spiderweb.
Her face flushed crimson with fury, veins bulging on her forehead as she glared at the disciples huddled together, engrossed in their phones.
Disbelief. Rage. Humiliation!!
Huang Feng felt she might faint from sheer anger!
Gritting her teeth, she hissed, "These brats! After emerging into the modern world, they should be doubling their efforts in cultivation!"
"Yet now? Each one of them glued to these wretched things—do they even remember what cultivation means?!"
She paced the plaza, her steps heavy enough to make the ground tremble.
Her sleeves billowed as she ranted, "The Mystic Wind Pavilion’s thousand-year legacy was built on discipline and relentless training! And now? Reduced to this farce by these... these toys!"
Her rage mounting, she stormed toward the phone-obsessed disciples and bellowed, "Get over here, now!"
The thunderous command echoed across the plaza.
!!
The disciples jolted in fright, exchanging nervous glances before shuffling toward her with bowed heads.
None dared meet her scorching glare.
One slightly braver disciple peeked up—then immediately regretted it.
Oh no...
Elder Huang Feng’s face was practically contorted with rage.
They were in for a scolding like never before.
Huang Feng’s finger trembled as she pointed at them. "Do you even remember who you are? What your purpose is?"
"Must you waste your potential and descend into mediocrity before you wake up?!"
"Remember—our enemy is the Starlight Sect! Do you think they’re wasting time on phones?!"
All the disciples kept their heads bowed, not daring to utter a word.
Their minds buzzed with silent complaints.
Old Master, you probably don’t even know the Starlight Sect has already modernized by creating social media accounts.
Meanwhile, we’ve got nothing.
Just as Huang Feng was about to reprimand them for their lack of remorse, a man came flying from a distance, his voice roaring with fury:
"Huang Feng!!! What in the world did you do last night?!"
"You actually killed seven prodigies from the Starlight Sect?!"
"Are you trying to get the Mystic Wind Pavilion besieged by the entire cultivation world?!"
As his words echoed—
BOOM!
Huang Feng stood frozen in shock.
I… killed who?
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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