Troublemaker’s Guide to Immortality

Chapter 80: When the Tyrant Takes Charge



The fifth man trembled uncontrollably.

Wh-what was going on?

Had Gu Jinghong gone completely mad from humiliation?

But even if he had, why come after them instead of Yun Jin?!

"Found the last one." Gu Jinghong's lips curled into a sinister smile.

Th-this was terrifying.

All five men felt their legs go weak.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Gu Jinghong skewered the fifth man onto his makeshift chain and dragged all five of them toward the back mountains.

The surrounding disciples shivered in fear.

"Save us… please save us…" The last man in the chain waved his hand weakly in despair.

The other disciples could only watch, trembling, as the group disappeared into the dense foliage of the back mountains.

[+50 Emotional Value!]

[+40 Emotional Value!]

Yun Jin, still on her way, suddenly received a wave of emotional energy.

She blinked in surprise.

Normally, as her reputation spread, she would occasionally gain emotional value from distant admirers or gossip. But this surge was unusually concentrated.

Curious, she asked, "System, where is this emotional value coming from?"

[Query complete. Emotional value sourced from Gu Jinghong. As the servant obeys the master's will, Gu Jinghong's gathered emotional value has been credited to your panel.]

Yun Jin couldn't help but laugh.

Excellent. The system was quite fair.

She said the points would go to her, and they did.

Gu Jinghong was proving surprisingly useful.

She'd merely told him to supervise some sword practice, and he'd managed to generate this much emotional value?

Nearly five or six hundred points already.

Was he some kind of emotional-value farming prodigy?

Yun Jin fell into deep thought.

~

At the Tianxing Sect.

The disciples who had witnessed everything were still trembling.

"Senior Brother Gu has lost his mind… What do we do? Should we report this and save those poor seniors?"

"We can't be sure yet. If we report it rashly, the elders might not even care."

"Then what should we do?"

After much deliberation, the onlookers decided to investigate together!

There was strength in numbers, right?

Surely, Senior Brother Gu couldn't kill all of them before his spiritual energy ran out…

After some mutual encouragement, the group cautiously entered the back mountains.

Some time had passed.

If those five seniors had already met a tragic end, then they could only…

Just as they were preparing for the worst—

A chilling voice echoed from deep within the forest.

"What are you doing? Have you not eaten your fill?"

"Why are your hands shaking? If your form isn't perfect, I'll chop them off myself."

"Tired already? Fine. I haven't tasted human blood in a while. Yours will do."

The disciples shuddered even harder.

When they finally pushed through the thicket and reached the clearing—

Silence.

A sea of black question marks floated above everyone's heads.

What. Was. This.

After all that terrifying buildup, Gu Jinghong's grand scheme was… forcing them to practice sword forms?!

Hearing the commotion, Gu Jinghong turned, his lips twisting into a sinister grin.

"Ah, more volunteers. If you've got nothing better to do, join them."

The five trapped men suddenly looked hopeful.

The crowd: "???"

"Senior Brother Gu, I have pressing matters, so I'll take my leave."

"My spirit hens are about to lay eggs. I'll be going too."

"You raise roosters, though."

"Shut up!"

In an instant, the crowd scattered like startled birds, leaving only the five miserable souls behind.

Why… why did it have to be us?!

Gu Jinghong's icy voice cut through the air.

"Who said you could stop? Keep going."

The five trembled and resumed their drills.

One set.

Five sets.

Ten sets.

Twenty sets.

They wanted to escape—but there was no escape!

"Rest." Gu Jinghong finally said.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" The five gasped in relief.

"Three…" Gu Jinghong suddenly counted.

The five froze.

"Two…"

They stared in confusion.

"One… Break's over. Back to work." He flashed them a radiant smile.

The five: "..."

This was pure evil!

One of them finally begged, "Senior Brother, if we've offended you somehow, just tell us! Don't torture us like this!"

Gu Jinghong's gaze darkened. "You didn't offend me."

Realization struck them.

Gu Jinghong was bound by a master-servant contract now. The only one he obeyed was—

Yun Jin.

The five nearly wept.

Was she really this petty?!

Gu Jinghong twirled a small dagger in his hand.

"So. Keep practicing… or shall I sample your blood instead?"

His lips curled into a textbook villainous smirk.

The five shuddered.

…Practicing suddenly didn't seem so bad.

Logically, they knew Gu Jinghong wouldn't actually harm fellow sect members.

But when his mouth twisted like that, his eyes gleaming with madness—

They couldn't help but feel he was capable of anything.

Better not gamble with their lives.

~

Meanwhile, Yun Jin happily listened to the steady stream of emotional value notifications while her sword art proficiency skyrocketed.

See? Even a madman could be useful in the right hands.

If she had tried this, her kind and gentle nature would've made it impossible to intimidate them so effectively.

~

Elsewhere, Yun Jin found Yue Zhao and had him lead her to Tianjian Peak's spirit fields.

Once lush with wild spirit sunflowers, the fields had been cleared after the harvest, leaving only barren soil.

"Little Junior Sister, why are we here?" Yue Zhao asked curiously.

"Senior Brother, remember the seeds Pavilion Master Chen gave me?" Yun Jin said cheerfully. "I'm going to plant them and see if they grow into spirit herbs. I even exchanged for some planting manuals—perfect for practice!"

Yue Zhao: "?? You're serious?"

Yun Jin tilted her head. "Of course. When have I not been serious?"

Yue Zhao sighed. "Little Junior Sister, I know you're a genius, but… human capability has limits. Planting isn't something you can just pick up. True planters need a deep affinity for flora, while swordsmen embody slaughter—our aura frightens plants. A swordsman… it's nearly impossible—"

Before he could finish, Yun Jin raised her hand.

A tiny rain cloud drifted over.

"Minor Cloud-Rain Technique!" she announced.

A drizzle of spirit-rich water sprinkled down.

Yue Zhao's mouth snapped shut.

Not because he was convinced—but because he didn't want to swallow unhygienic rainwater.


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