> Lin Miaomiao had just died from overwork after enduring the 996 grind when she opened her eyes to find five weapons pressed to her throat.
>The eldest disciple's sword gleamed with a cold light. “Master, you've got quite a hard head to crack.”
>The second disciple's poison needle glimmered darkly. “I just brewed this Soul-Devouring Powder. Why don't you try some, Master?”
>The third disciple's formation blocked every escape route, while the fourth cracked his knuckles.
>Most terrifying of all, the fifth disciple pressed a jade flute to her lower back. “Shh, don't think you can escape this time~”
>The System chimed cheerfully: [Ding! Beginner mission: Survive ten seconds under your disciples' murderous glares!]
>Looking at the Frostbane Whip from the original host's memories, which she'd used to torment her disciples countless times, Lin Miaomiao wailed inwardly:
>“Help! I can't handle this vicious-villainess role!”
>, Just then, the pressure of the sect leader's senior brother, already at the Void Refinement stage, swept over them all. “Who dares lay a hand on my junior sister?”
