2: Chapter 2 detects the host's rebellious behavior; Rebellious Behavior Value +999!

Only the person framing you knows exactly how wronged you are!

Kneeling on the ground, Lin Qinger's eyes glinted with smugness.

From start to finish, this entire frame-up was merely a scheme by the Fifth Peak against the Ninth Peak!

As for Chen Yan?

He was just a piece of trash, nothing more than a tiny bit of cannon fodder in this plot!

From the moment she began planning this conspiracy, Lin Qinger knew she was guaranteed to win!

After all, how could a woman use her own reputation to spread such rumors?

But just when she thought victory was within her grasp...

"Wait!"

Chen Yan suddenly flicked his sleeves and, under the cold gaze of Tie Wuya, stood up in a leisurely manner.

He straightened his back, and at some point, a stone as black as ink had appeared in his hand.

"An image recording stone?"

Tie Wuya's brow furrowed.

image recording stones weren't rare, but seeing one in the hands of a Ninth Peak Disciple—who were usually so poor they could barely afford to eat—was very rare indeed!

Lin Qinger's expression changed drastically, and she instinctively tried to pounce forward to snatch it. "That's mine..."

"Get the hell away from me!"

Chen Yan kicked the lunging Lin Qinger away and infused his Qi into the image recording stone.

"The truth is always... (Wait, wrong script!)"

He scanned the room and smiled at Lin Qinger. "Time is running out for you~"

Buzz!

A massive screen of light suddenly unfolded in the air of the Discipline Hall.

The image clarity was as high as 4K; even pores could be seen clearly.

Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn to it.

It was Chen Yan's room.

In the image, the night was deep, and a sneaky figure tiptoed inside.

It was Lin Qinger.

She first rummaged around, then pulled out a sword tassel shimmering with spiritual light from her robe and stuffed it under Chen Yan's pillow without hesitation.

After finishing this, she didn't leave immediately.

Instead, she stood before a bronze mirror and forcefully tore open her own collar.

*Rip~*

The sound of tearing fabric seemed exceptionally piercing in the deathly silent Discipline Hall.

Everyone watched as the Lin Qinger in the image messed up her own hair and pinched her fair arms hard several times, leaving bruises.

Finally, she adjusted her expression in the mirror, squeezed out a few tears, nodded with satisfaction, let out a sharp scream, and rushed out the door.

The entire process was smooth and seamless.

The Oscars owed her a golden statue.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

In the entire Discipline Hall, one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's mouth was wide open, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

The Disciples who had previously pointed fingers at Chen Yan and called him scum were now like ducks being choked by the neck, unable to make a sound.

This reversal came so fast it nearly snapped everyone's necks.

"This... she directed and acted in this herself?"

"Holy crap! How did Chen Yan offend her? This is trying to destroy the man!"

"Lin Qinger usually looks so pitiful; who knew her heart was so poisonous?"

"Using the Exquisite Sword Tassel to frame him, that's just too shameless! Lin Qinger clearly intended to use her own reputation to force Chen Yan to his death!"

"What kind of grudge is this?"

"Shh! She's from the Fifth Peak. The Peak Revered Master of the Fifth Peak and the Ninth Peak..."

The discussions began to boil over like boiling water.

Countless gazes filled with disdain, disgust, and shock pierced toward Lin Qinger, who was kneeling on the ground, like sharp swords.

Lin Qinger had already slumped onto the floor.

Her face was pale, her body shook uncontrollably, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to her thin frame.

It's over!

It's all over!

What kind of sane person puts an image recording stone in their own room?!

And points it right at their bed?!

Tie Wuya's old face turned a terrifying shade of black!

He had just believed Lin Qinger's words and evidence and was about to sentence Chen Yan.

At this moment, this image recording stone was like a slap to his face.

It stung!

It hurt!

He, an Elder of the Discipline Hall, had actually been played like a fool by a female Disciple.

Is there still law?

Are there still sect rules?

How could he manage affairs after this?

Chen Yan looked down at Lin Qinger with a cold expression.

"You said I peeked at you bathing? You said I stole your Exquisite Sword Tassel?"

"Heh!"

He let out a scoff, his voice full of mockery. "My Ninth Peak is poor, and we don't have many people."

"But I, Chen Yan, am still the Head Disciple of the Ninth Peak! I'm not that desperate!"

"Even if I had any thoughts, I'd at least find someone decent, right?"

"You?"

Chen Yan swept a disdainful glance over her and shook his head. "With your flat board of a body, once the lights are out, I wouldn't even be able to tell which side is the front and which is the back."

"Even if you threw yourself at me, I'd find you too bony! Where do you get the nerve to frame me?"

"Do you have any idea how much psychological trauma this has caused me?"

"Pfft!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Immediately after, waves of laughter broke out one after another.

Lin Qinger was mortified; she covered her face, wishing she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

She was usually most proud of her looks. In the Fifth Peak, so many Senior and Junior Brothers showered her with sweet words; when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

"Chen Yan! You... you bastard!"

She gritted her teeth, screaming and cursing.

Chen Yan didn't bother with her anymore. He looked up and stole another glance at Leng Qingshuang on the high platform.

He saw his Revered Master holding a teacup, expressionless, as if everything happening below had nothing to do with her.

Chen Yan immediately lowered his gaze and looked submissive, putting on the act of a good Disciple who had suffered a great injustice.

But the little theater in his mind started performing wildly again: 'Your Disciple was almost framed to death, and yet Revered Master, you're still unmoved. I truly admire this level of composure.'

'Though Revered Master's gaze is a bit too fierce; that look just now made my skin crawl.'

'Sigh, what a pity.'

'If Revered Master could just smile, it would definitely be a smile that could topple cities and leave all other beauties in the dust.'

'And combined with this figure...'

Chen Yan's gaze once again uncontrollably and very discreetly swept over Leng Qingshuang.

'This golden ratio waist-to-hip proportion—an inch more would be too fat, an inch less too thin.'

'Especially those twin peaks on her chest... tsk tsk tsk.'

'Compared to Revered Master, Lin Qinger's airport is just an underdeveloped bean sprout.'

'Why would I ignore the great view at home to look at a bean sprout? I'm not a pervert.'

'It's just this collar... it's really in the way!'

'If Revered Master could show her collarbones and pair them with a thin silver chain...'

'Hiss~ Just thinking about that scene makes my nose bleed!'

'Revered Master, oh Revered Master, what your collar is Sealing is not just your beauty, but the dreams of a billion young men!'

On the high platform.

Leng Qingshuang's hand holding the teacup froze once again.

Again, here it comes again!

This Rebellious Disciple!

She had found it satisfying when he was scolding Lin Qinger just now, so how did his thoughts turn to her the moment he looked away?

What golden ratio?

What twin peaks?

What dream of a billion young men?

What kind of messy things is he thinking about all day!

The most irritating part was that on the surface, he acted so honest, like a Disciple who respected his teacher and the Dao.

But in his heart, he was wildly profaning her!

This intense contrast left Leng Qingshuang both ashamed and annoyed.

An emotion she had never felt before surged in her chest.

She really wanted to smash the teacup in her hand into this Rebellious Disciple's face to make him shut up.

But she couldn't.

She was the high and mighty Sword Venerable; how could she lose her composure because of a Disciple's inner thoughts?

*Crack!*

The top-grade spiritual jade teacup in Leng Qingshuang's hand instantly turned to powder.

Scalding tea flowed down her fair fingers, dripping onto her snow-white Daoist robe.

The entire hall fell silent once more.

Everyone looked at Leng Qingshuang in terror.

Sword Venerable Shuanghua... is angry?

Was she angry because Chen Yan had been wronged?

Or was she angry because Lin Qinger was too malicious?

Only in Chen Yan's mind, the System notification sounds were spamming like crazy:

[Detecting Host's rebellious behavior, rebellious value +999!]

Chen Yan was stunned.

Holy crap?

What's the situation?

I just complimented Revered Master's figure and looks in my head; why did the rebellious value jump so much?

Is complimenting Revered Master a rebellious act?

That shouldn't be right?

Oh~ I get it!

It must be the System's newcomer benefits!

It has to be!

This System is really a good bro!

Looking out for me at every turn!

Awesome!

*Bang!*

Tie Wuya slammed his gavel heavily, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

The Discipline Hall had almost lost face today because of Lin Qinger; he had to restore order.

"Lin Qinger! You framed a fellow Disciple and corrupted the sect's reputation. The evidence is conclusive! Your crime is inexcusable!"

"Men! Take Lin Qinger into custody..."

But before he could finish.

*Boom!*

With a loud blast, the heavy bronze doors of the Discipline Hall were blown open from the outside.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure instantly swept through the hall.

A dark and ruthless voice exploded in everyone's ears:

"Stop!"