49: Xie Wangsheng's formation

Shen Miao's message instantly ignited the lively freshman group chat.

First, the group fell eerily silent for a few seconds.

Then, message notification sounds started ringing like crazy.

The first to pop up, as always, was the most active Han Li.

"Han Li: Holy crap? Mountain City? Shen Miao, your home is in Mountain City? What happened?"

"Liu Lian: @Shen Miao, who? Are you in trouble? Just say it!"

"Fang Yuan: Classmate Shen Miao, do you need help?"

Watching the messages of concern pop up one by one, Shen Miao's nose tingled, and the cold killing intent, stirred by her brother's despair, quietly melted a corner, transforming into a warm current.

She took a deep breath and recounted her brother's experience in the group chat, exactly as it happened.

There was no exaggeration, just the most straightforward narration.

But the arrogance of a rich second-generation treating human lives as dirt, and her brother's humiliation—his hands broken, his job lost, even his spirit crushed—pierced through the cold words, sharply hurting the heart of every classmate.

The once lively group chat fell into a dead silence again.

A suffocating emotion called anger silently spread among the two hundred Cultivators.

They were chosen ones, students of Kunlun Immortal Academy, beings destined to slay demons and eradicate evil in the future.

Yet now, their classmate, their family, was being bullied in the Mortal world by a scumbag like an ant!

"Liu Lian: Damn it! I'm so angry! What's this bastard's name? Where does he live? I'll fly over on my sword right now and twist both his legs into pretzels!"

"Han Li: Count me in! For a scumbag like that, even a physical transcendence is too good for him!"

"Lin Xiao: Address."

Even the usually aloof Lin Xiao only sent two words, but the chilling Sword Intent seemed to penetrate the screen.

Just as emotions ran high and the group was on the verge of losing control, a message made everyone calm down slightly.

"Zhang Qiqi: Shen Miao, don't rush. What's the name of the person who beat your brother?"

Shen Miao looked at Zhang Qiqi's avatar; she was the daughter of the richest man of Southern Province, a top Genius with a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

She trembled as she typed two words.

"Shen Miao: Chen Cong."

"Zhang Qiqi: That stupid son of Tianhong Group's chairman? Got it. Give me five minutes."

Zhang Qiqi's tone was light and understated, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

Everyone in the group fell silent, waiting patiently.

In less than five minutes, an encrypted file was sent to the group by Zhang Qiqi.

Upon opening it, it contained all of Chen Cong's information from birth to the present, detailed down to which club he was fooling around in last night and how many female companions he had.

This terrifying intelligence capability made everyone gasp.

This was the power of money in the Mortal world.

Immediately after, Shen Miao received a private message from Zhang Qiqi.

"Zhang Qiqi: Your brother lost his job too, right? My dad's group's branch in Mountain City happens to be short a market department director. Tell him to report tomorrow; I'll arrange it. You don't need to worry about the salary and benefits."

Shen Miao's eyes instantly reddened as she looked at this message.

She knew this was no longer a simple favor.

This debt of gratitude was too heavy.

Just as she was about to reply, the group chat exploded again.

"Liu Lian: Good! All the information is complete! Brothers, who's near Mountain City? Let's team up and give him an 'Immortal's Touch'! I guarantee he'll spend the rest of his life repenting in a wheelchair!"

Shen Miao looked at these hot-headed classmates in the group, feeling both touched and exasperated.

Just then, the black-clad youth who always lurked in the corner spoke up.

"Xie Wangsheng: @Liu Lian, calm down."

"Xie Wangsheng: Have you forgotten the Dean's words? Do not easily expose the existence of Cultivators in the Mortal world. Scum like Chen Cong have bodyguards twenty-four hours a day. If you just rush in like that, the commotion will be too great. What if you're caught on surveillance? What if you alarm the official special departments?"

Xie Wangsheng's series of questions poured like cold water over everyone's heads.

Yes, they were now Cultivators, no longer ordinary people.

Every action could trigger unpredictable chain reactions.

Liu Lian replied defiantly.

"Liu Lian: Then what should we do? Just let it go? I can't swallow this Qi! Was Shen Miao's brother bullied for nothing?"

"Xie Wangsheng: Who said to let it go?"

"Xie Wangsheng: Do you need to resort to violence to deal with a Mortal? That's the lowest-level method. I recently studied a small Formation and was just looking for a place to test it."

As soon as he said this, everyone's curiosity was piqued.

"Han Li: Old Xie, hurry up and tell us! What kind of Formation? Is it like a Bagua Formation that traps him inside?"

"Xie Wangsheng: More interesting than that. A miniature composite illusion Formation that can be silently implanted into objects he frequently touches, like his car keys or phone."

"Xie Wangsheng: Once the Formation is activated by his body temperature, it will stir his own Heart Demon. Whatever he fears most, he will see in the illusion. And it will loop infinitely until his spirit collapses. Throughout the entire process, no one but him will notice anything unusual. Without anyone knowing, without a trace."

Xie Wangsheng's description made the entire group chat fall silent.

A scene appeared in everyone's mind: the arrogant rich second-generation, tormented to madness by his deepest inner fears, all without anyone noticing.

"Han Li: Holy crap! Old Xie, your heart is too dark! This is practically killing someone's spirit! I love it!"

"Liu Lian: ...Although I really don't want to admit it, this method is indeed more satisfying than breaking his legs."

Several classmates from the Formation System also chimed in.

"Formation System - Li Xin: @Han Li, what do you mean by 'dark heart'? This is strategy! It's a manifestation of wisdom!"

"Formation System - Passerby A: Exactly! Art! Understand?"

Shen Miao looked at the chattering discussion in the group, her decision already made.

Her brother had suffered not only physical injuries but also spiritual humiliation and crushing.

Then, she would return it a hundredfold in the same way!

She no longer hesitated, clicked on Xie Wangsheng's avatar, and sent a private message.

"Shen Miao: Classmate Xie, let's do as you say. What do I need to do?"

Xie Wangsheng's reply was almost instantaneous, and incredibly concise.

"Xie Wangsheng: Send me Chen Cong's address, and your current address."

Shen Miao paused for a moment.

"Shen Miao: You're coming over?"

"Xie Wangsheng: Setting up the Formation requires on-site inspection; it can't be controlled remotely."

"Xie Wangsheng: Wait for me. I'll come over personally."