Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 106: The Paparazzi King Meets Social Death; Evil Cult Stirs. Moral Blackmail? Fool’s Dream!
"What’s going on? What are you doing? Don’t... don’t take pictures... don’t do this... leave some room for maneuver... we will meet again in the future!"
At this moment, Song Changkong’s expression was on the verge of collapsing, wishing he could bury his head in the ground.
Unfortunately, that invisible spiritual power was exceptionally resilient, completely beyond what his mere Third Grade Peak Cultivation could shake off.
On the other side, classmates held their phones, taking pictures with a gleeful malice while cracking sarcastic jokes.
"Old Song! Accept your fate! This is definitely a Grandmaster Level powerhouse’s doing, beyond what your cultivation can break free from. You’ve definitely lost face today!"
"Yeah... yeah... when you made rumors before, did you ever think you’d face today? Just because it hasn’t happened doesn’t mean it won’t—time’s up! Stop struggling! Stand still to take the hit."
"Come on, come on, no more nonsense... take more pictures... this is such a rare chance!"
"Heehee... you’re so bad, but I like it!"
"..."
Everyone joked and laughed, stood up without even looking at the head on the ground, and leisurely walked away.
Witnessing this scene, Song Changkong’s eyes widened, yelling in desperation.
"Hey? Hey?? Hey, wait! What are you all going off to do?"
"You’ve drawn everything, taken all the pictures, played all the games, and aren’t going to figure out a way to get me out? Leaving already? That’s not cool at all!"
"Where’s the camaraderie from fighting together? Where’s the solidarity of being students at Great Xia Academy?"
The classmates turned back with cheeky smiles, shrugged, and answered playfully.
"Old Song, stop fooling around! This is a Grandmaster’s doing; do you think we can break this?"
"True! Just accept it! After all, it’s a powerhouse from our academy; they won’t kill you."
"Willing but unable, we can’t help you!"
"Hang in there; you’ll get through it."
"Goodbye, see you next time. You better get ready to host the next batch of visitors."
"..."
Hearing these words, Song Changkong’s eyes widened even more. At this moment, he took a deep breath, panting heavily, filled with tragic determination.
"Damn! What next batch of visitors? What the hell did you guys do?"
An unpleasant premonition hovered in his heart.
Meanwhile, a classmate familiar with him chuckled darkly.
"What did we do? Of course, we gave him a taste of his own medicine!"
"Repent properly here!"
With that, they stopped responding and turned around, catching up with the other students walking away.
Left in the secluded corner was a head covered with turtle-patterned symbols, drawn with various colored paints.
Over ten minutes later, several news pieces appeared on the campus network.
This time, the protagonist was the academy’s infamous tabloid King of Death, Song Changkong.
Photos were uploaded, sparking a heated discussion among freshmen and seniors alike.
"Hahaha... Heaven and earth! Which Great Power avenged me! Song Gouzai! Your day has come!"
"Refreshing! Refreshing! Refreshing! Watching the photos feels like drinking ice water on a hot summer day!"
"Already saved, plan to take it out occasionally for a memory refresh."
"That notorious guy seemed to be buried into the ground by a Grandmaster."
"Which Grandmaster did it? Anyone knows?"
"Song Changkong’s location is confirmed, right behind the Southeast District’s combat training field, still buried! Anyone wanna go have a look?"
"Definitely going! Missing this chance to revel in his misery would be a disgrace to his past actions."
"I’m coming too!"
"+1."
"..."
Over twenty minutes later, wave after wave of people appeared, like watching an extremely rare animal, rushing over to observe Song Changkong and intentionally taking photos as souvenirs.
During this time, Song Changkong’s expression grew darker, so ominous that many freshmen dared not get too close.
After all, even mocking or joking requires capital and strength.
Those Second Grade and Third Grade seniors at least have known him for a year or two, built up some rapport, and can withstand a beating.
If it were them instead, it’d be pure suicidal behavior!
In the admission office of Great Xia Academy.
Su Changge, handling school affairs, slightly twitched his mouth, withdrawing the spiritual power lingering from observation, choosing not to look further.
"Didn’t expect so many students in the academy to be so unrestrained, running over specifically to watch the fun!"
"Seems like things have been too relaxed recently!"
"Should appropriately increase their workload a bit."
Mumbling softly, Su Changge refocused his attention on Celestial Dao Void Network, continually researching the newly appeared cultivation technique.
For a Grandmaster Level powerhouse with strong spiritual power, multitasking three or four things is basic.
Handling school affairs, remotely hammering people, studying cultivation techniques—all happening simultaneously, without issue.
The subtle difference lies only in priority!
With time passing, more and more people heard about the new technique Qianyuan Burning Life and joined the discussion.
"It’s terrifying! Absolutely terrifying! So sinister! Truly sinister!"
"The most sinister technique in history has appeared; use it once, lose ten years."
"Absurd! Absolutely reckless! Why sell such a technique? It’s an evil technique that will bring great harm to the Human Race! I suggest banning the technique and demanding the Warrior of Love publicly apologize."
"Exactly! Exactly! What if someone practices it accidentally? Who’ll take responsibility? That’s ten years of lifespan! Such an imperfect technique should not be put on display!"
"Trash technique, not worth mentioning. Everyone shouldn’t buy or practice, it’s entirely harmful."
"..."
For unknown reasons, sentiment suddenly shifted, as a swarm of accounts appeared, leaving aggressive comments relentlessly.
Their focus directly aimed at the technique creator, Warrior of Love.
Soon, many people, caught up in this momentum, senselessly joined in hurling insults.
Meanwhile, many sensed something amiss, watching coldly, investigating secretly, or quietly waiting for further development.
Only a few spoke out, trying to reason but ended up almost exploding in anger from getting bashed.
In Great Xia, a secret base within a city.
A group of Evil Martial Artists gathered, kneeling to report.
"Reporting to the Mouse Envoy, progress in tracking Warrior of Love is remarkable, and we successfully manipulated online public opinion. Soon he’ll crack under pressure and reveal himself."
Hearing this, the Evil Cult Envoy wearing a mouse mask scanned with sinister eyes.
After a long pause, a hoarse voice emerged.
"Ten days, limit to ten days! If you fail, you’ll be feeding my little darlings."
"Divine Sect, doesn’t need trash!"
With that, the figure vanished without a trace.
...
In the following days, public opinion bombarded continuously, as those Evil Martial Artists, not wanting to become the mouse’s meal, staked everything in their efforts.
Meanwhile.
Lin Ping’an was unaware of the events online.
Even if he knew, he likely wouldn’t care.
Buy it if you want, practice it if you wish.
This is his attitude and perspective.
After all, there’s an endless field of ’lemons’ to harvest."
If you don’t want to practice, plenty of others will.
Even without your cultivation feedback, there will always be feedback from others.
