This Puppet Is Too Ferocious

Chen Yang transmigrates into a puppet in a trial secret realm.

With life's pleasures gone, wickedness takes hold.

Cracks curve across his white bone club, forming the character for “virtue.”

Beneath the club, virtue shines in every direction; all living beings are equal.

On this day, he faces the trial-takers, who show up once every ten years with the reliability of a menstrual cycle.

Chen Yang hefts his white bone club and strides toward them.

Outside the secret realm, the passage closes, and not a single person emerges.

The holy land's guardians, sect elders, and clan patriarchs stare at one another.

“My family's once-in-a-thousand-years genius...”

“My sect's youngest true disciple...”

“That was the sect master's own son! How am I supposed to explain this to him?”

“Who dares work against our holy land from the shadows?”

Chen Yang: “That saying, ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans do,’ was only a joke. But a sage said it, and sages can't be wrong, can they?”