Lying Low for Three Years, I Slaughter Them with My Dirty Tricks

(Scheming) (Comedy)

Chen Shoutian, a menial disciple of the Qinglan Sect, spent three whole years dutifully sweeping floors and gathering herbs.

His spiritual roots were utterly hopeless, and he had no chance of cultivation. He'd long since decided to lie flat and just coast until retirement.

Then, after a prodigy mocked and humiliated him in public, the unremarkable coarse-cloth bag on his person suddenly came to life.

It was called the Karma Pouch. It looked ordinary, but inside were all sorts of underhanded tricks involving karma!

It didn't cultivate demon-slaying sword light or refine elixirs of immortality. It specialized in dealing with cultivators who loved putting on airs.

The pouch only ran on contempt. Anyone who looked down on Chen Shoutian from the bottom of their heart was liable to land in an awkward predicament on the spot.

Puff out your chest and strike a pose, and your body starts trembling until you can't keep your balance.

Charge in to beat someone up, and your legs suddenly lock up.

Open your mouth to mock him, and your whole body inexplicably starts itching, shattering your aloof persona in an instant.

The whole sect was saying Chen Shoutian brought bad luck, and anyone who crossed him would be socially humiliated.

But the longer it went on, the more Chen Shoutian felt something was off.

Why were prodigies from all over always rushing to put him down, volunteering to bring him fuel?