A Guide to Raising the Villain - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Wind roared in my ears. I lowered my head and glanced at the Little Villain dangling from my hand.

The gale was blowing so hard he couldn’t even open his eyes. He clutched my wrist with all his might, terrified he would fall.

And even then, he still managed to tip his head back and glare daggers at me.

I laughed.

“What are you glaring at?”

“Keep glaring and I’ll dig out your eyeballs and soak them in wine for tonight.”

The moment the words left my mouth, I clearly felt the little body in my grip go stiff.

Hmph. Just a brat.

World-Destroying Villain, was he? Slaughtered my whole sect, did he? Shaved down my cave residence, did he?

Now that he was in my hands, I could knead him into any shape I liked.

My cave residence was on the back mountain of Taiqing Sect, shrouded in mist year-round.

Especially good for sleeping.

The second we landed, I tossed Xie Shiyi onto the ground.

“Look.” I pointed at the row of fluffy little spirit beasts at the cave entrance, all tilting their heads at him.

“What?” he said coldly, bracing himself against the ground.

“From today on, when they poop, you shovel.”

Xie Shiyi’s face instantly turned black as the bottom of a pot.

I ignored him.

After saying that, I went back into my cave residence to catch up on sleep.

[Hahahaha! The mighty World-Destroying Villain starts off as a poop-scooping attendant!]

[Shovel away! That’s what you get for shaving off Ancestor’s mountain peak in your last life!]

[The villain’s face is so twisted. I’m dying.]

I slept straight through to the next afternoon.

I woke up refreshed and clear-headed.

But when I came back from a stroll down the mountain, I was dumbfounded.

My favorite lounge chair, made from divine-grade jade marrow, the one I had slept on for eight hundred years, had been smashed into rubble.

Xie Shiyi stood amid the mess with his head lowered, his expression unreadable.

“Shizun, this disciple was cleaning yesterday and accidentally…”

“Enough. It’s no big deal.” I waved him off.

He seemed to freeze for a second, probably thinking I was that easy to talk to.

I walked around him, entered the cave residence, and headed straight for his room.

I pulled out the short sword he treasured most, the one hidden under his bed board.

It was a good sword, to be fair, its cold gleam sharp and menacing.

Xie Shiyi’s expression changed instantly, and he lunged over to snatch it back. “What are you doing?!”

I dodged to the side, carried the sword out to a latrine in the back courtyard.

The latrine had been clogged for days.

Holding that sword, I aimed at the blockage and stabbed down hard.

“Borrowing it for a bit. Just clearing a clog.” I turned my head and gave him a perfectly kind smile.

Then I stirred it around with force.

Whoosh.

Cleared.

I casually tossed the sword, now stained with unspeakable matter, onto the ground. “Thanks. Go wash it.”

“You!”

Xie Shiyi trembled with rage, his face completely dark.

[Hahahahaha! That is vicious! Using his life-bound sword to unclog a drain!]

[That’s not just killing him, that’s destroying his soul! This hurts worse than death!]

[Ancestor is mighty! Fight evil with evil! Don’t waste words on him!]