Li Youqian stood in the middle of the square and declared passionately, “I’m saying that every single one of you here is trash.”
Anger +1
Anger +1
...Anger +1
“And you, what’s-your-name, your sect’s Saintess is so damn ugly that I’m calling off the engagement.”
Anger +1,000,000
“Heh, your sect’s grand elder really likes it wet.”
Collective anger +10,000,000,000,000
Who knows how many years later, even the pigs raised in a sty would hear the name Li Youqian, roll their eyes in fury, and refuse to eat for two and a half years.
Everyone dies someday. Might as well make as many people die of anger as possible.
A few hours of temporary cultivation
It's poisonous, fellow Taoists, retreat quickly