I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

No spirit pet was in mortal danger in this case.

No brains allowed inside.

[This is not a female-centric novel; please see the synopsis.]

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"All I did was drug my senior brother with aphrodisiacs and make him do a striptease for the whole sect, didn't I?"

"Isn't it just roasting Second Senior Sister's spirit pet into beggar's chicken?"

"I was worried that my fourth junior brother would miss his parents, so I dug up their remains and put them in his room."

"And there's my fifth junior sister's fiancé. I was just checking him out for her; who knew he'd fall in love with me?"

Inside the disciplinary hall, the eighteen leaders stood watchful, the atmosphere heavy and solemn.

Song Yao knelt dejectedly in the center, resigned to her fate: "Putting everything else aside, aren't they themselves at fault?"

The old elder, veins bulging and beard and hair standing on end, shouted: "They all went mad because of you! You're still in seclusion, what wrong could they possibly have done!"

It's better not to talk about it, because talking about it makes Song Yao even more excited.

She counted on her fingers and said seriously, "My senior brother has such a flexible waist and broad shoulders, he seduces me every day, who knows if he actually wants to jump?"

"My second senior sister's spirit pet is so fat, it runs up to me every day. Who knows if it wants me to eat it?"

"My fourth junior brother is always so sullen. What's wrong with me letting them reunite with their families?"

"And then there's my fifth junior sister, who complains every day about her fiancé being unromantic. I solved that problem for her, and why doesn't she thank me?"

After listing everything, she looked up, seeking approval: "How can you blame me?"

"You, you traitorous disciple! Pfft—"

"How dare you speak ill of your fellow disciples like this! You!"

The sounds of vomiting blood mingled with angry roars.

Song Yao looked at the group of elders who were in a state of panic, trying to dissuade them: "Stop throwing up, fireworks are not allowed inside..."

"Song Yao!"

"Shut up!"

Clearly, the eighteen elders broke down again, ignoring the blood streaming from their seven orifices, and knelt before the illusory figure in the high hall: "Hall Master, please be wise! Since this rebellious son entered the sect, has our Nine Saints Hall ever had a single day of peace!"

"Throughout the entire sect, who hasn't suffered at her hands? There are already rumors circulating that my Nine Saints Hall has raised a demon who specifically harms fellow disciples and elders. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have failed to break through your cultivation realm half a year ago!"

"The Nine Saints Hall is now in decline, its members are scattered, and it is beset by internal and external troubles, all because of her. We beg the Hall Master to severely punish this vile woman to uphold the rules of the sect!"

Above the hall, the illusory figure materialized into a human form.

The old master, who doted on Song Yao the most, looked at her with disappointment and a heavy weariness: "The Earth Realm has been in turmoil recently, with powerful demons running rampant. Several mortal cities have already suffered. As the third direct disciple of the Nine Saints Hall, your cultivation is not weak, but you have never used your mind for the right path."

"This time, I'm sending you to the borderlands to suppress the demonic beasts—"

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: 20 ...

Before he could finish speaking, several elders suddenly looked up.

The land is extremely dangerous, and it is now under the control of the Thousand Souls Academy. Although Song Yao is a sword genius who is rare in ten thousand years, he is all alone. How can he suppress the evil spirits?

The hall master seemed reluctant to let it go, his brows furrowing slightly as he slowly walked down the steps and stopped in front of Song Yao.

Then he crouched down, looking her in the eye, with a hint of expectation: "Yaoyao, do you really not know what you did wrong? If you are willing to admit your mistakes and repent, your teacher can..."

Song Yao blinked and interrupted him, "Master, actually your waist is quite slim too. Do you want to learn striptease?"

"?"

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Song Yao was slapped to the ground.

News of the death reached the Nine Saints Church half a month later.

When I woke up again, the system's mechanical voice rang in my ears: [Congratulations, host, the villain mission is complete. All enemies' resentment level is 100%. Mission rewards have been issued to the host. Wishing you good health and a bright future!]

Before Song Yao even opened her eyes, two lines of tears streamed down her face.

at last.

It's finally finished.

Since being hit by a car and transmigrated to this world five years ago, she has become a slave in the cultivation world.

An unknown system appeared out of nowhere and said she was a vicious female supporting character who needed to torment the entire Nine Saints Hall and turn them all to the dark side, thus paving the way for the kind-hearted male protagonist to conquer and heal the entire sect.

Yes.

The male protagonist.

This is an extremely psychologically disturbed novel featuring a domineering, arrogant, and charming male protagonist.

I heard that in the end, the male protagonist becomes the head of the Nine Saints Hall, and his fellow disciples become his right-hand men without complaint, while his senior and junior sisters become his confidantes as is the usual pattern.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of the plot, and with the system chasing after her with an electric baton, she has been utterly ruthless and cruel in bullying men and women over the past five years.

If even one dog in the Nine Saints Hall didn't turn evil, it would be considered her irresponsible act.

Fortunately, perseverance pays off. Through her relentless self-destructive behavior, the entire sect came to see her as a thorn in their side, wishing they could get rid of her as soon as possible.

She then died in the underworld, thus successfully completing her mission.

However, the system initially said that if she completed the task, she would be given a low-key new identity so that she could continue to live in the cultivation world. What will this new identity be?

A low sob interrupted her thoughts.

Song Yao wiped her face and opened her eyes with difficulty.

The room was a dimly lit woodshed, with four or five shivering boys and girls huddled in the corner.

Looking down again, he saw a coarse cloth shirt and an extremely empty stomach.

So hungry.

I feel like I'm about to faint from hunger.

What kind of Thunderous identity did the system give her, one that left her hungry and cold?

She didn't even have the strength to stand up. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to abandon her pride and crawl towards the boys and girls in the corner, using both hands and feet: "Fellow colleagues, I want to ask you something..."

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"A ghost!!"

"Help me!!!"

The scream pierced her eardrums, and Song Yao abruptly stopped moving.

ghost?

she?

Before she could react, the broken wooden door was kicked open with a bang.

An old man with a scraggly face stood in the doorway, holding a blackened fire poker in his hand, his squinting eyes full of ferocity: "What's all the noise about! Can't I even get some peace and quiet while I'm sleeping!"

He turned his head and saw Song Yao halfway through his sentence, and the fire poker fell to the ground with a "clatter".

His face twitched, and he forced out a distorted voice from his throat: "You, how did you wake up?"

Song Yao smiled at him in a friendly manner.

Unfortunately, he was even more terrified, taking two steps back and trembling like a leaf: "Weren't you dead for half a year?! I... I dug you out of your grave with my own hands! Are you a human or a ghost?!"

Song Yao: "......"

So, the new identity the dog system gave her was someone who had just been dug out of a grave and had been lying there for half a year—

dead?

After working diligently for five years, this was the reward she received. Song Yao roared, "I want after-sales service!"

She had barely uttered two words when she was so hungry that her brain was oxygen-deprived, her head tilted to the side, and she almost fainted.

Instead, the bald old man at the door snapped out of his daze, suddenly remembered something, a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he grinned, revealing a few yellowish-black rotten teeth: "Whether you're human or ghost, living is always more valuable than dead. Perfect timing, the master is entertaining guests today! Pick two people to serve them!"

Then he quickly stepped forward, grabbed Song Yao by the back of his collar, and then picked through the crowd, precisely grabbing the collar of the boy who was shaking the most and dragging him out.

My back burned from being rubbed against pebbles and dry grass.

Amidst the terrified pleas for mercy from the boy beside her, Song Yao managed to glean a few key words and piece together the current situation.

This place must be a gathering place for evil cultivators, who have captured many young men and women with spiritual roots for sexual exploitation.

No one who was taken to see the "master" ever came back alive.

As a corpse, she was less effective than them, but she was still usable.

Those wicked capitalist dogs.

Really shameless.

It's bad enough that he's become a corpse, but such a gruesome one at that.

After five years of diligent service as a beast of burden, I can finally become a ox-headed and horse-faced demon.

As he was cursing, he suddenly realized something was wrong and probed inside his body.

Her divine-level, fully-developed golden spiritual root is still there, and her inherited sword lineage is still there!

His cultivation level had not diminished in the slightest.

However, these powers were completely suppressed by a serpent seal. As soon as she tried to mobilize them, the seal began to operate, and her internal organs felt as if they were suddenly squeezed by a large hand.

Song Yao was already weak, and the pain made her dizzy and almost faint.

Before she could catch her breath, she bumped into the threshold from behind, and heard the leper old man's fawning voice in her ear: "Master, the medicinal herbs have been brought."

well.

Now they're not even considered corpses anymore; they've been turned into medicinal materials.

Song Yao forced a smile and estimated the extent of her meridians.

The metal spiritual root is no longer usable, but there is still a section of wood spiritual root that I have never cultivated. With the mental cultivation techniques and sword skills I have learned over the years, and even if I risk half my life, I might be able to escape.

She struggled to lift her eyelids and saw a large cauldron inside the room.

The cauldron was bubbling and steaming, emitting a foul stench, with several pieces of white bone pressed down at the bottom.

Two people sat cross-legged on either side of the tripod.

One was as thin as a bamboo pole, with sunken cheeks and bulging eyes that looked like two dead fish eyes in the firelight; the other was short and fat as a ball, with a greasy smile on his face, holding a handful of talismans in his hand, which he was adding to the cauldron.

Judging from their cultivation levels, they are not high; they should only be at the Golden Core level.

She had already tormented even those at the Nascent Soul and Void Refinement stages in the Nine Saints Hall, so she couldn't possibly die at the hands of a few evil cultivators.

Song Yao mustered her courage, seized the opportunity, and jumped up.

Before she could even run away, the two evil cultivators inside the house suddenly looked at her with fear in their eyes.

Song Yao stopped in her tracks and touched her face in surprise.

Could it be that the system finally did something humane, giving her a powerful and domineering face?

You can be awe-inspiring without doing anything?!

Very good, very good.

She cleared her throat, preparing to give her acceptance speech.

Behind him, a clear, indifferent voice, so familiar it was almost unbearable, suddenly rang out: "Make your move."

Song Yao: "......"

No.

Why would the Nine Saints Hall come here?