The Ultimate Pranker System

Chapter 16: Seeds of Discord

The morning sun rose over the Yin family estate, casting a golden glow over the sprawling grounds. Yet, the air was thick with unease. The aftermath of the banquet and the mysterious disappearance of the scroll from the library had set everyone on edge. Servants whispered in hushed tones, guards doubled their patrols, and the household members moved with an air of restrained tension.

Adam watched it all unfold from the shadows, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The chaos he had sown was growing like a carefully tended seed, and the Yin family was beginning to fracture under its weight.

As he went about his duties, Adam kept his ears open, gathering snippets of conversation and piecing together the family's reactions.

"Patriarch Yin is furious," one servant whispered to another as they scrubbed the marble floors. "He's convinced there's a spy in the estate."

"A spy? Do you think it's true?"

"Who knows? But the guards have been ordered to search every corner of the property. They're even questioning the slaves."

Adam filed the information away, his mind racing. The Yin family's paranoia was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it kept them distracted and off-balance. On the other, it meant he needed to be even more cautious.

That evening, as the slaves gathered for their meager meal, the tension in the air was palpable. The usual chatter was subdued, replaced by nervous glances and whispered speculations.

Adam sat in his usual corner, eating quietly as he observed the others. He noticed the cracks forming among the slaves as well. Accusations were starting to fly, subtle but venomous.

"I saw you near the eastern wing last night," one slave hissed to another. "What were you doing there?"

"I wasn't near the eastern wing!" the accused shot back, his voice rising. "Don't you dare try to pin this on me!"

Adam smirked, watching the seeds of discord take root. The Yin family's oppressive rule had created an environment ripe for mistrust and betrayal. All it needed was a little push—something Adam was more than happy to provide.

Later that night, Adam retreated to his secluded corner to continue his cultivation. The Scarlet River Technique was proving to be even more effective than he had anticipated. With each session, he could feel his spiritual energy growing stronger, his control more refined.

But cultivation wasn't his only priority. The system had provided him with another opportunity to exploit.

Objective: Create discord among the Yin family members.

Bonus Objective: Avoid detection.

Reward: [Tier 2 Cultivation Pill].

"Discord, huh?" Adam muttered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That's already in motion."

He spent the next few hours brainstorming ways to escalate the chaos without drawing attention to himself. The Yin family was a powder keg, and Adam was determined to be the spark that set it off.

The next day, Adam put his plan into action. He started by subtly manipulating the slaves, planting doubts and rumors during casual conversations.

"I heard the guards found strange footprints near the library," he whispered to a group of slaves as they worked. "They think someone from the inside might be helping an outsider."

The slaves exchanged uneasy glances, their imaginations running wild.

Later, Adam targeted the guards, casually dropping hints about potential threats from within the family.

"You'd think the real danger would come from outside the estate," he said to one guard, feigning innocence. "But who knows? Sometimes the biggest threats are the ones closest to home."

The guard frowned, his expression darkening as Adam's words sank in.

By the end of the day, the estate was buzzing with tension. The guards were more aggressive in their questioning, and the slaves were even more divided. Adam watched it all unfold with a sense of satisfaction.

But he wasn't done yet. His final move was aimed directly at the family members.

That evening, while the household was distracted, Adam slipped into the patriarch's study. He didn't need to take anything; all he had to do was leave a subtle clue—something that would point the blame toward another family member.

Using a piece of cloth he had stolen from Yin Hua's quarters, Adam wiped it across the edge of the patriarch's desk, leaving behind a faint trace of her scent.

The system's notification brought a grin to Adam's face as he made his way back to the slave quarters. The next few days would be critical. If everything went according to plan, the Yin family's paranoia would reach a breaking point, and Adam would be there to exploit the fallout.

As he sat in his corner, the Tier 2 Cultivation Pill glowing faintly in his palm, Adam allowed himself a moment of satisfaction.

"This is only the beginning," he murmured, swallowing the pill and feeling its power course through him.

His cultivation surged, the effects of the pill amplifying his progress. Adam clenched his fists, the strength within him growing with each passing moment.

The Yin family's days of dominance were numbered, and Adam was determined to be the one who brought them to their knees.

End of Chapter 16