1: Chapter 1: Is the System Forcing Me to Be a Rebellious Disciple?

"Elder, you must uphold justice for me."

A sobbing female voice tore through the solemnity of the Discipline Hall.

"Chen Yan not only peeked at me bathing, but also stole my Exquisite Sword Tassel."

"He is simply, simply worse than a beast."

In the center of the Discipline Hall.

A young girl wearing the attire of the Fifth Peak of the Taiqing Sword Sect knelt on the ground, weeping like rain on pear blossoms.

Her clothes were torn, revealing large patches of snow-white skin.

She glared at Chen Yan beside her, her eyes full of venomous hatred.

The spectating Disciples instantly erupted.

"Damn, Chen Yan looks so honest and steady, I never expected him to be a pervert."

"The Exquisite Sword Tassel is a treasure we nurture close to our bodies; even a Dao Companion cannot touch it. How did he dare to steal it?"

"He has completely disgraced our Taiqing Sword Sect. Such scum should have his cultivation crippled and be thrown down the mountain."

Various insults drilled into his ears.

Chen Yan's dizzy head spun even more.

He struggled to open his eyes, looking completely bewildered.

"Chen Yan, with both witnesses and material evidence present, do you still not plead guilty?"

On the high platform, Elder Tie Wuya of the Discipline Hall shouted angrily.

The sound made Chen Yan's eardrums ring.

His mind jolted, and he finally came to his senses!

Damn it, how did I Transmigrate?

One second he was working overtime at the company, and the next second he became a useless Disciple of the Ninth Peak of the Taiqing Sword Sect.

The original owner was also called Chen Yan, an honest person.

Because of his poor talent, he had always been looked down upon by other Disciples.

Yesterday, for some reason, he was framed by this woman named Lin Qinger.

After being labeled with "peeping and theft," the original owner was so enraged that he died on the spot.

"I am fucking speechless."

Chen Yan cursed inwardly.

This isn't Transmigration; this is clearly dying right after spawning.

Close my eyes and open them.

Hey!

Guess what?

I'm about to speedrun this Xuanhuan world.

In the midst of despair, an emotionless voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Detected hidden impulses in the host's heart. Bold Rebellious Disciple System, activating!]

[Novice Tutorial Task: Please comment on Revered Master's figure and attire; Task Completion Reward: image recording stone (containing the entire process of Lin Qinger's frame-up)]

Chen Yan couldn't help but be stunned. I don't have any impulses in my heart.

However, the essential System for a Transmigrator has finally arrived, albeit late!

But why does this task look more and more bizarre?

Asking me to comment on Revered Master's figure and attire?

He looked up, his gaze passing over Tie Wuya to look at the plain white figure in the center of the high platform.

That was his Revered Master.

The Revered Master of the Ninth Peak, Leng Qingshuang.

She was also the only one in the Mahayana Stage in the Taiqing Sword Sect, Sword Venerable Shuanghua!

She sat there, her Daoist robe spotless, looking like an iceberg that hadn't melted in ten thousand years.

Chen Yan silently swallowed his saliva and cursed in his heart: "System! Have you gone crazy or have I?"

"This is the person known as the 'Number One Sword of Taiqing,' a ruthless person who once killed a million of the Demon Race with a single sword!"

"You want me to comment on her figure?"

"I'll be hacked to death, right? I definitely will be!"

[The Bold Rebellious Disciple System will help the host become a Rebellious Disciple who attacks his Revered Master! Please complete the task as soon as possible!]

Chen Yan: ...

Become a Rebellious Disciple who attacks his Revered Master?

You aren't mentioning the potential risks at all, are you?

[Three years older, hold a gold brick; three hundred years older, rank among the immortals! This is the host's chance to ascend to the heavens in one step!]

Chen Yan: I don't believe a word of it!

Seeing Chen Yan staring blankly at the main seat, Tie Wuya became even more furious, and the pressure of the Soul Transformation Stage pressed down unceremoniously.

"Chen Yan, this seat is asking you a question!"

The pressure on his body made Chen Yan's Adam's apple bob.

He hardened his heart!

Fuck it!

If I don't do the task, I won't have the image recording stone, and I'll be crippled and killed.

If I do the task, I might be slashed to death by Revered Master.

Since I'm dead either way.

I might as well take a gamble and turn my bicycle into a motorcycle!

If I die, I die; if I don't, I live for ten thousand years!

He turned his head and glared fiercely at Lin Qinger, who was kneeling on the ground.

Damn!

It's all caused by this bitch!

Lin Qinger was still sobbing, deliberately pulling her neckline open further to reveal more snow-white skin.

Chen Yan curled his lips in disdain.

Tsk~

It's certainly white, but it's certainly flat too!

He turned back, his gaze falling straight onto his own Revered Master.

From that cold and ascetic Face, sliding down to the slender neck, and then to the curves that even the wide Daoist robe couldn't hide.

He cursed aggrievedly in his heart: "Damn it! This is a pure frame-up. If you people have no use for your eyes, you might as well donate them."

"Why the fuck would I ignore my own curvaceous and stunningly beautiful Revered Master to go look at that washboard Lin Qinger?"

"People should at least have some self-awareness. With her flat board figure, I'm afraid I'll slip if I look at it for too long."

"Look at my Revered Master again: this waist-to-hip ratio, these long legs, this exquisite and beautiful Face—this is what you call a masterpiece."

On the high platform.

The cold and elegant Leng Qingshuang's eyes suddenly trembled.

Just now, what did she hear?

That voice... it seems to be Chen Yan's?

What curvaceous?

What waist-to-hip ratio?

These vulgar words were like the sharpest Flying Swords, nailing into her Dao Heart one by one.

She subconsciously looked at Lin Qinger's... chest.

In her calm eyes, a flash of astonishment passed, followed immediately by a trace of imperceptible shame and anger.

Chen Yan was still outputting in his heart, completely unaware that his inner voice had been heard clearly by the person herself:

"But honestly speaking, Revered Master really doesn't know how to dress. This Daoist robe choice is a complete failure!"

"The neckline is so high, buttoned so tightly—it's simply a waste of natural beauty~ This has at least Sealed thirty percent of Revered Master's beauty!"

"If only the neckline could be pulled down half an inch to reveal those beautiful collarbones, paired with this ascetic and cold temperament..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that would be truly life-taking."

"What a pity, it's really such a pity."

"Crack!"

A slight, crisp sound.

Leng Qingshuang's fingers on the armrest turned white from the force.

A cold killing intent instantly swept through the entire Discipline Hall.

The surrounding temperature plummeted.

Tie Wuya shivered and looked at Leng Qingshuang in confusion: "Sword Venerable Shuanghua, you..."

Leng Qingshuang's chest heaved violently.

She stared fixedly at Chen Yan below the platform.

This Disciple, who usually couldn't even let out a fart after being beaten with three sticks, actually had so much rebellious and filthy language in his head.

What do you mean by Sealed beauty?

What do you mean by ascetic temperament?

He still wants to see this seat's collarbones?

How daring!

Leng Qingshuang felt her ears burning; this feeling was too unfamiliar to her.

She really wanted to slap this Rebellious Disciple away, but her reason told her that this was just Chen Yan's inner voice.

Even a gentleman judges by actions, not by thoughts.

If she punished a Disciple because of his inner thoughts, if word got out, would she still have any Face as the Sword Venerable of the Taiqing Sword Sect?

Just then, a heavenly sound rang in Chen Yan's mind.

[Task completed. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: one image recording stone.]

[Item has been placed into the System space.]

[Detected host's Rebellious Disciple behavior, gained +199 rebellious value!]

Hearing this, Chen Yan was stunned, and then felt wild joy in his heart.

Holy cow! So commenting in my heart also counts as completing the task!

Awesome! This System is reliable!

At this time, seeing Chen Yan staring blankly, Tie Wuya thought he was silent out of fear of punishment and immediately lost patience.

He grabbed a command arrow and threw it fiercely onto the ground.

"Chen Yan! With both witnesses and material evidence present, since you have nothing to say, then plead guilty!"

"According to the laws of the Taiqing Sword Sect, for peeping and stealing the Exquisite Sword Tassel, you shall have your cultivation crippled, your limbs broken, and be expelled from the Taiqing Sword Sect!"

"Clang!"

The law enforcement Disciples on both sides immediately unsheathed their long swords, walked up to Chen Yan, and prepared to carry out the punishment!

Lin Qinger was still kneeling, and by this time, she had stopped crying.

No one noticed that the corners of her mouth, buried in her palms, curled into a vicious and triumphant sneer.