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?”