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This year’s hottest stallion novel;
there was no other!
The male lead of this novel, Luo Binghe, was neither the heroic, invincible-out-of-the-gate type, nor the loser, without-redeeming-qualities type, yet had managed to trend with tens of thousands of readers on Zhongdian Literature, influencing countless male fantasy novels afterwards to follow in its footsteps.
He was the dark, vicious type.
But before his darkening, he was the miserably-suffering type.
Next, let a veteran reader of this novel, Shen Yuan, omit the countless fanservice details, and concisely summarize this million-word epic for everyone…
Immediately after his birth, Luo Binghe was abandoned by his parents, swaddled in white cloth and put in a wooden basin, then lowered into the water.
Those were the coldest days of the year, and it was only thanks to the river’s fishermen pulling him out that he hadn’t frozen to death as a baby.
Because he’d been drifting along the Luo River, and it was the season when it was filled with thin ice, he was given that name.
Luo Binghe spent his early years wandering the streets, hungry and dressed in rags; it was a dreary childhood. A washerwoman who worked for a wealthy family took pity on him, and since she had no children of her own, adopted and raised him as her own son.
Mother and son were poor, and suffered humiliation at the hands of their rich patrons.
Having grown up in such an unhealthy environment, this became the source of Luo Binghe’s future twisted personality post-darkening, including his tendencies to fight over every scrap, to seek revenge for the smallest of grievances, and to hide murderous intent behind a smile.
For a bowl of lukewarm meat congee, he’d withstood the beatings of the family’s young masters; in the end, he was still too late, and failed to give his adopted mother even a single taste before she died.
By complete coincidence, he was selected by one of the cultivation world’s four great sects, Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, and apprenticed under the “Xiu Ya sword” Shen Qingqiu.
He’d thought that he could finally start down the proper path, but he hadn’t expected that Shen Qingqiu was fair without but foul within, trash of the lowest caliber.
He was jealous of Luo Binghe’s unparalleled and exceptional talent, and secretly feared this disciple whose cultivation improved by leaps and bounds every day, always finding all sorts of ways to taunt and demean him, even enlisting fellow disciples to belittle him.
Throughout the years of studying, he endured the humiliation; it was another heart-wrenching story filled with blood and tears.
Under much difficulty, Luo Binghe managed to turn seventeen, when he finally encountered the ceremony the cultivation world held once every four years—the Immortal Alliance Conference.
Here at the conference, Luo Binghe fell victim to Shen Qingqiu’s scheming, and fell into a crack in the boundary between the demon and human realms—the Endless Abyss.
That’s right, only now did the story truly begin!
Not only did Luo Binghe survive, within the Endless Abyss, he even found the peerless mystical sword meant to be his, “Xin Mo,” and there, learned about his origins.
As it turned out, Luo Binghe had been born to the demon realm’s Saintly Ruler and a human realm woman; within his veins flowed both the blood of ancient, heaven-fallen demons, as well as that of the human race. His birth father, Tianlang-Jun, had been sealed beneath a great mountain, trapped for all eternity.
His birth mother was a disciple from a righteous cultivation sect; that year, suspected of having secret ties to demons, she was expelled, and died from postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to Luo Binghe. Prior to her death, she let her son off the lone ship she’d birthed him on, and only in this way, left Luo Binghe a chance of survival.
Luo Binghe used Xin Mo to release his body’s seal on his demonic blood, and within the dark abyss, cultivated single-mindedly and enlightened himself on otherworldly techniques, before heading back to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.
From here on, Luo Binghe steadily headed down the path of darkening, never looking back.
Every single one of his old enemies suffered great torment and died horrible deaths by his hand.
With his steadily improving acting and scheming skills, Luo Binghe slowly won the trust of many people, feigning compliance while secretly plotting against them.
He seized power and rose in position, beginning a reign of terror. As the story unfolded, Luo Binghe darkened further and further.
He returned to the demon realm and inherited the position of Saintly Ruler, but still unsatisfied, began to massacre each one of the the human realm’s great righteous sects, bathing them in blood, eradicating all voices of opposition.
In the end, Luo Binghe became a generation-spanning legend among immortals and demons, who talked about his unification of the three realms, the uncountable size of his harem, and his boundless number of descendants!
“Stupid author stupid novel!”
With his dying breath, Shen Yuan spat this final curse.
Who could have imagined that an upstanding young man like him, who’d properly purchased VIP currency and read the official version, who’d managed to persistently follow the work to its end, had ended up finishing a novel so stallion it left him speechless with rage, a money-swindling, overly-padded mess; how could he not curse?
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Just looking at this ID would assault you with a dirty feeling. Grade-school-level writing, the suspension of disbelief broken everywhere.
Shen Yuan couldn’t even bear to call that incoherent mess of a setting a cultivation setting.
Have you seen a cultivation world where people used horses and carriages all day?
Have you seen a cultivation world where after achieving inedia, people still needed to eat and sleep? Have you seen a cultivation world where the author occasionally mixed up even the Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul stages?
Every single person, when in front of the protagonist, would act like his immense douchebag aura had devoured their brain cells.
Especially Luo Binghe’s master, that Shen Qingqiu, basically an idiot among idiots, scum among scum!
His only purpose was to dig his own grave, and when he didn’t manage to finish, get killed by the protagonist.
Then why did Shen Yuan read this book, and even read to the very end?
Don’t misunderstand, Shen Yuan wasn’t a masochist.
The reason, also caused him the most ball-ache.
This novel had an incredible amount of foreshadowing, dangling plotlines everywhere, mystery after mystery, layer upon layer of red herrings. And at the very end—not a single one paid off!
It was enough to make him to puke a fountain of blood.
Why were priceless herbs, spirit elixirs, and peerless beauties everywhere, like they didn’t cost a cent?
Why were the villains’ speeches and poses as they dug their own graves and got offed all exactly the same?
The many girls we barely caught a glance of, who’d agreed to enter the harem, what happened to them…
alright let’s skip that for the moment—The many atrocities, who were the culprits? The giant list of characters hyped up as being awesome without equal, exactly what was their purpose; why was nothing of
them shown, even at the very end?!
Towards-the-Sky bro, Airplane bro, Great God, can we have a discussion, wrap! up! Plotlines! Okay!
Shen Yuan felt like he could come back to life from
sheer rage.
In the endless darkness, a mechanical voice sounded by his ear.
[Activation code: “Stupid author stupid novel.” System automatically triggered.]
“Who is this?” The tone was similar to Google Translate.
Shen Yuan looked around: it seemed like he was floating in a virtual void, so dark he couldn’t see his hand before him, the voice coming from all directions.
[Welcome to the System. This System operates in line with the design concept ‘YOU CAN YOU UP, NO CAN NO BB’; we hope to provide you with the best possible experience.
It is our sincere wish that during your experience, you can fulfill your desire, and according to your wishes, transform a stupid work into a high-quality, magnificent, first-rate classic. We hope you enjoy.]
In the midst of the vertigo, a man’s voice asked lightly beside his ear,
“…Shidi? Shidi, can you hear me?”
Shen Yuan shuddered and settled his mind, forcibly peeling open his eyes, the scene before him a flurried blur; it took awhile for his vision to finally focus and clear.
He lay on a bed.
Looking up: a white, gauzy canopy, with finely-crafted perfume pouches hanging from the four corners.
Looking down: he wore a white robe, ancient in its styling.
Next to the pillow lay a paper fan.
Looking to his left: a handsome and elegant young man dressed in traditional black robes sat by his bedside, looking at him with concern.
Shen Yuan closed his eyes, then sharply reached for that folding fan, opening it with a snap; he lightly waved it, fanning away the cold sweat pouring down his face.
The man’s eyes lit up with joy, and he warmly asked,
“Shidi finally woke up; is there any discomfort?”
Shen Yuan reservedly said, “Nothing too bad.”
The information overload was a bit much; he dazedly tried to sit up. Seeing this, the man quickly reached out to support his back, letting him lean against the
headboard.
Having read many of Zhongdian’s transmigration novels, Shen Yuan had long resolved that, if one day he woke up to find himself lying in a strange place, before he understood what was happening, he definitely wouldn’t giggle carefreely and say,
“Are you filming a movie? The props look so real; your crew’s really giving their all!”
the words of a person slow-wittedly trying to ground themselves.
He concentrated only on acting like he’d just woken up, expression absent-minded: “I…where is this?”
The man startled and said, “Did you sleep yourself into a daze? This is your Qing Jing Peak.”
Internally, Shen Yuan was shocked, but continued to act muddled, “I…why was I asleep for so long?”
The man said, “That’s what I wanted to ask you. You were in perfect health, how did you suddenly come down with a high fever? I know that with the Immortal Alliance Conference approaching, you’ve been training your disciples, and are anxious for results. But with Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s foundations and renown today, even if someone didn’t attend this time, no one would dare question us; why concern yourself with those empty words.”
The more Shen Yuan listened, the more something felt off. Why did these lines sound so familiar?
No, why did this set-up sound so familiar?
Next, a single earnest sentence from that man
confirmed all his suspicions.
“Qingqiu-shidi, are you listening to shixiong?”
At this moment, something dinged, and the mechanical, Google-Translate-like voice from the dreamscape sounded again.
[The System was successfully activated! Role bound: Luo Binghe’s master, Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s Qing Jing Peak Peak Lord, ‘Shen Qingqiu.’ Weapon: the
sword Xiu Ya. Starting B-points: one hundred.]
“F***k f***k f***k what bulls**t is this? How come you’re speaking directly into my brain? Does Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky know you’re plagiarizing <
Of course, Shen Yuan didn’t say this out loud, but that voice quickly responded.
[You have touched the System’s command execution, and have been bound to the account ‘Shen Qingqiu.’]
[As the plot progresses, many different types of points will gradually become available, please ensure that none of these points fall below 0. Otherwise the System will automatically dole out punishment.]
Stop. Enough. Shen Yuan was sure now. He’d hit the jackpot; he’d transmigrated!
Transmigrated into something he’d just finished, and it was a dark-type stallion novel he’d hated, even came with some kind of s**tty system.
As a 21st century veteran VIP reader of Zhongdian Literature, he’d read through various types of do-over and transmigration male fantasy novels year in and year out, so originally, Shen Yuan could have happily and easily accepted this fact.
But of all people, the shell he borrowed just happened to be the male lead’s scum villain shizun Shen Qingqiu’s. This…uh, made the situation rather
complicated.
The good-natured-looking elder-brotherly type next to him was Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s current Sect Leader, Shen Qingqiu’s shixiong, the “Xuan Su sword” Yue Qingyuan. F***k.
There was a very important reason Shen Yuan had specially gone “f***k” at Yue Qingyuan—in the original work, Yue Qingyuan’s death had been caused by his good shidi Shen Qingqiu, okay!
And what a horrific death it was.
Tens of thousands of arrows had pierced him, until not even bones remained!
And at this moment, this victim was facing his own “murderer,” showering him with concern; the pressure
was immense.
But looking again now, the story hadn’t progressed to that point yet. Yue Qingyuan was still in perfect health, meaning at this time Shen Qingqiu had yet to reveal himself as a hypocrite, and his reputation was still unruined.
Yue Qingyuan was a bleeding heart, nothing to be afraid of. Though this character ended up suffering quite a bit, during his read, Shen Yuan had been rather fond of him. He relaxed a little, when a string of words floated eerily to the forefront of his mind.
“…Within the dark, gloomy room, a metal chain hung from a beam. At the end of the chain dangled a ring. The ring was fastened around a person’s waist. If that could still be considered a ‘person.’
This ‘person’s’ appearance was filthy and disheveled, like that of a madman.
The most frightening thing was, all four of his limbs had been severed. His shoulders and thighs were only four bare knobs of flesh. When touched, he would let out a hoarse, ‘ahhh’ sound. His tongue had been torn out too, rendering him unable to form complete words.”
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Shen Yuan, ah no, Shen Qingqiu rested his forehead on his hand.
He wasn’t in any position to lament how horrific other people’s deaths were; the most horrific death was his, okay!
Must avoid any serious errors!
Snuff out any sign of a mistake√
From now on, cling madly to the male lead’s thighs√
Be a good teacher and helpful friend who is earnest and gentle in teaching; meticulously shower him with concern√
He’d just had these thoughts, when Shen Qingqiu’s mind suddenly erupted with a long string of alarms, as if one hundred police cars carrying one hundred shrieking beasts were zooming past, so cacophonous he shuddered, clutching his head in pain.
Yue Qingyuan said worriedly, “Shidi, does your head still hurt?”
Teeth clenched, Shen Qingqiu didn’t answer.
The system shrilly alerted,
[Warning. Your plan just now was incredibly dangerous, and qualified as an act of violation; please do not attempt, or the system will automatically dole out punishment.]
“How was that a violation?”
[Currently, you’re in the starting stage, and the OOC feature is frozen. You’ll need to complete starting-stage missions to unfreeze. Before unfreezing, doing anything that violates the original ‘Shen Qingqiu’ character’s settings will result in a fixed number of B-points being deducted.]
As a semi-otaku, Shen Qingqiu had occasionally seen several fanwork-related terms, you understand; of course he knew what OOC meant: the abbreviation for ‘out of character,’ defined as breaking character, acting in a way that was inconsistent with the original character’s personality.
“…In other words, before that whatever-feature gets unfrozen, my manner and actions can’t differ from what ‘Shen Qingqiu’ would do?”
[Correct.]
It’d already let him transmigrate into Shen Qingqiu’s shell, replacing him, but still cared about a detail like OOC?
Shen Qingqiu asked again, “You just said, something like…that the points can’t fall below 0, if they do, what happens?"
[You will automatically be deported back to the original world.]
Original world? But in the original world, Shen Yuan’s body was already dead.
In other words, if he lost all his B-or-whatever points, what awaited him was: death.
Then if I just ignore the male lead and avoid doing anything, things should be fine, right?
He raised his head and swept his gaze around, but didn’t see anyone that matched Luo Binghe’s appearance among the disciples waiting on him by his side. Acting unconcerned, he said, “Where is Luo Binghe?”
Yue Qingyuan halted, and gave him a strange look.
Shen Qingqiu remained straight-faced, but was secretly filled with glee. Could it be that time wasn’t ripe, and the male lead had yet to apprentice and enter Cang Qiong Mountain Sect?
Yue Qingyuan said, “Shidi, don’t be angry.”
An ominous premonition stirred in Shen Qingqiu’s heart.
Yue Qingyuan sighed and said, “I know you don’t like him. But that child’s already worked hard enough, and he hasn’t made any large mistakes. Don’t punish him
anymore, alright.”
Hearing this, Shen Qingqiu’s lips went dry; he licked them and said, “…Out with it, where is he?”
Yue Qingyuan was silent for a moment, then said, “Whenever you finish stringing him up and beating him, haven’t you always shut him in the woodshed?”
Shen Qingqiu’s vision went dark...
—End Chapter 1—
PS. This Novel is not my own work
Credit's to MXTX (墨香铜臭) ❤️
the creator of this wonderful novel
Chapter 2
Note: Our male lead Luo Binghe shows up in this chapter! Still a lot of footnotes but less than in Chapter 1. Preliminary edit completed.
Shen Yuan had never been able to understand why this extreme scum villain, Shen Qingqiu, had this kind of do-or-die attitude.
For what?
The original Shen Qingqiu’s family was well-off and he could at least be considered a small wealthy second generation offspring.
He had two older brothers who would inherit the family business in the future and a younger sister that he loved. Their feelings were very good.
He already knew that even if he didn’t amount to much in life, he wouldn’t lack a mouthful of rice.
But perhaps it was because his growing environment was so easy and lacking in competition that as long as the competitors numbered more than ten, getting ranked within the first ten was considered a good result to him.
Thus, he had never shared a common language with those who wanted to dominate the world.
This original Shen Qingqiu had some skill and qualifications. He also pretended to have more than he had.
No shortage of reputation, no need to worry about money as a member of the world’s number one sect; why did he have to keep picking a fight with the grassroots protagonist, his brain working all day to calculate how to insult the protagonist and incite others to join in?
Even if Luo Binghe was a heaven-sent genius and incredibly powerful, to compare himself to…… there was no need to be jealous to this degree, right?
Still, you couldn’t blame this scum villain for being so crummy.
In the novel, this kind of crummy scum villain was like carp in the river, proliferating everywhere. He was only one of many.
What was there to do? This novel’s biggest BOSS was the protagonist himself. How could a firefly’s light shine like the sun and the moon?
He won respect in the cultivation world because of his ‘Xiu Ya Sword,’ so his natural talent couldn’t be considered too bad.
For now, Shen Qingqiu looked left and right, pleased even though his complexion was like the color of porridge in the bronze mirror.
This person’s appearance was neat with two black eyebrows and thin lips, born to look like a scholar. Plus his trim and long legs, he could be considered a good-looking man.
Though his actual age didn’t bear thinking of this was a cultivation novel; Shen Qingqiu cultivated his inner strength and so he had perfectly maintained the looks of a youth.
When he was reading books to fill his mind, the quality of his looks multiplied.
Though there was no way to compare to Luo Binghe.
Once he thought of Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu’s brain felt extreme pain.
He wanted to take a look right now at the Luo Binghe who’s currently shut up in the woodshed, but before he could take a step, another alarm sounded in his mind.
【Warning! OOC warning! ‘Shen Qingqiu’ would not take the initiative to see Luo Binghe. 】
Shen Qingqiu angrily said: ‘Fine. Then I’ll send someone to bring him over, this much should be okay.’
He thought for a moment, then called out: “Ming Fan!”
From outside the door a boy of around sixteen years of age darted in, tall and thin, and said: “This disciple is here. What is Shifu’s command?”
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help taking another look at him. He could be counted as decent-looking, just had a bit of a wretched appearance.
In his heart he lamented: Turns out he’s a piece of cannon fodder.
This was the original Shen Qingqiu’s top disciple, Luo Binghe’s senior martial brother Ming Fan.
This was the legendary lowest level of cannon fodder!
Needless to say about shutting Luo Binghe out of the dorms overnight or deliberately giving him the wrong entry passwords, these kinds of things he all had a hand in.
Whenever Shen Qingqiu felt a deep grudge and wanted to torture Luo Binghe, the most trustworthy and eager assistant was Ming Fan.
Knowing this person’s final ending, Shen Qingqiu looked at this child and felt quite a bit of empathy with him since they were in the same boat: “Go bring Binghe here.”
Ming Fan’s heart thought: Why is Shifu calling him Luo Binghe, he always calls him ‘that small beast,’ ‘bastard,’ ‘mixed blood,’ ‘sprout,’ and uses these names quite often. How come he’s suddenly calling him so intimately?
But naturally he didn’t dare to question his shifu’s commands, so he promptly jogged to the woodshed and kicked the door, yelling: “Come out! Shizun is calling you!”
Shen Qingqiu paced in the room, fully examining the system in his mind.
The system diligently answered him.
【Points are the grading method used. The higher your points are, the better the work is. 】
Then, how would I raise points?
【1. Change the weak plot and fix the errors of the scum villain and other supporting characters;
Avoid mines;
Ensure the protagonist’s coolness;
Unravel secret scenarios. 】
Shen Qingqiu analyzed everything deeply, one by one.
That is to say: He not only had to whip the *** of the rotten piece of work that was the original Shen Qingqiu into shape, but also make sure the other characters didn’t make a mess either;
He didn’t even know if he could keep his own precious little life, but he still must ensure that the coolness points for the protagonist and his girls weren’t lacking;
Not only were the plot holes made by the author unfilled, he must personally shovel and top off those holes himself.
Hehe.
As Airplane Towards The Sky said, this novel “Proud Immortal Demon Way” had a very clear goal. Every word that was written was for one purpose, and that was coolness.
Perhaps it was after the male protagonist was blackened that he started playing innocent, pretending to be the pig to eat the tiger, guarding against machinations of bitches, and becoming cool enough to overturn the heavens.
That’s why the work became popular, increasingly long to the point the book was longer than its binding.
So Shen Qingqiu thought, but his task to clean up the plot made the pressure on him very great. Mines were buried all over, he couldn’t be certain that he would be able to avoid every single one!
Shen Qingqiu: ‘What kind of plot is considered not bad?’
【There is no standard, it depends upon the subjective feelings of the reader. 】
‘This poor piece of writing still has a reader.’ Shen Qingqiu snorted, completely forgetting that he himself was someone who’d spent V currency on the novel and finished reading while pinching the bridge of his nose, that he was that kind of ‘faithful’ reader……
Pausing, Shen Qingqiu then asked: ‘Then how many points need to be collected for the beginning stage to start?’
System: 【It will be dictated by the specific circumstances. When the requirements have been met, you will automatically be notified. 】
Going through the problem and its analysis was truly applying balm.
Shen Qingqiu sneered. Hearing the door, he stepped back and saw a boy walk through.
Despite being uneasy, he still managed to stand straight and say: “Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu formed three-quarters of a smile before he stiffened.
Going to die! Towards this person who will meet and harm an eighty-something years old woman holding a girl-child, as the person who so greatly damaged the male protagonist’s face like this, he was totally going to die!
But, though he’d gone through such abuse, that damaged face of the protagonist proved that he was still worthy of being called the protagonist!
Luo Binghe’s pair of eyes were bright like morning stars. A good, fresh and tender little handsome embryo;
That firm and humble look, showing his noble and unyielding character;
That straight and tall stature, that would rather break than bend!
Suddenly met with this sight, Shen Qingqiu’s heart broke up the words he was going to say, scrambled all his rhetoric and caused countless words to fall over each other in his mind, so much that he almost blurted them all out!
Thankfully, Shen Qingqiu was at the precipice but his mind cried out at the sheer drop.
This protagonist was too excellent, he almost could not hold it in!
He watched Luo Binghe slowly limp through the door, struggling to kneel. The corner of Sheng Qingqiu’s mouth twitched.
Inside, he thought that this old lady can’t afford to accept your bow. If you bow to me today, some day in the future my kneecaps are going to be finished off by you!
So he immediately stopped him and said: “No need.”
He withdrew his hand and brought out a small bottle: “This is medicine.” He ended his words with a sarcastic tone: “Don’t let others see and think that my Qing Jing Peak abuses disciples.”
Shen Qingqiu entered his role very quickly. He had great guts to attempt the action of giving the medicine to him, but made sure he chose to use a nasty attitude in line with the original Shen Qingqiu’s hypocritical character.
As expected, the system didn’t let out an OOC notification. Shen Qingqiu let out a breath in relief.
Luo Binghe thought that Shizun had called him over to follow up with more ‘teaching.’ He didn’t think it was to give him medicine.
Surprised for a moment, he then held up his hands in a gesture of respect, sincerely grateful: “Thank you for the medicine, Shizun.”
Luo Binghe’s voice was filled with childishness, his smile full of sincerity, just like the warm sun breaking over the horizon.
Shen Qingqiu stared for a moment, then turned his face away.
This male protagonist before being blackened was truly the model of a good boy, brilliant like the sun. He was the kind of person who if you gave him one point he’d guarantee to return you ten points.
It wouldn’t be wrong to say he was a small sheep.
Luo Binghe happily said: “This disciple will redouble his efforts in the future, won’t let Shizun be disappointed.”
Eh, but, if you redouble your efforts then your original Shizun will be the one truly disappointed……
If Shen Qingqiu hadn’t read “Proud Immortal Demon Way” and seen this scene, his heart would ache for Luo Binghe and he’d shed sympathetic tears.
However, he had read the novel from beginning to end and was privy to all of Luo Binghe’s mental activities after his blackening. On the surface his face was that of a modest gentleman but deep inside he was thinking about how to pull off his skin and bones to expose reality.
【Luo Binghe smiled a little and said: ‘What shame this disciple suffered in the past, he will return to you now eight times greater. For hurting my hand, I will grind your four limbs into dust. 】
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Afterwards, he really cut Shen Qingqiu into a human stick.
Say he wanted to do something to you, he’d do it. Couldn’t plead for life, couldn’t plead for death.
This kind of character was like the domineering and cool king he became in later years.
The essence of it could be summed up in a few words: “Hehe, you stupid sucker."
That’s why even though Luo Binghe’s current situation was sympathetic, Shen Qingqiu could only think more about his own future fate.
To sum it up, no matter how sad Luo Binghe was right now, he was also the one in the future whose foot was stepping on his head and laughing ferociously.
Shen Qingqiu sat in the sandalwood chair, choosing to speak in a careless tone: “Binghe, how is your progress in cultivation?”
Hearing “Binghe” coming out of his mouth gave even him goosebumps. Luo Binghe’s back also noticeably shook, but he still showed a shy smile: “This disciple is stupid, and…… missed the point.”
Shen Qingqiu hated him; heaven knew he wants to take a loudspeaker and roar next to Luo Binghe’s ear: You false-hearted person, it’s already pretty good if you don’t go crazy.
Being able to do the basics is already not bad! Are you messing with me, kid! Let this teacher point you in the right direction!
That demonic alert sounded again. Shen Qingqiu inwardly shouted to the system: ‘I’m just thinking, can’t I do even that?! Of course I know this is a violation!'
He casually said: “Today I punished you because I was anxious. Time flies. Come to think of it, you’ve been apprenticed under me for quite some time. How old are you this year?”
Luo Binghe obediently said: “This disciple is fourteen.”
Oh. Fourteen.
Shen Qingqiu’s ‘help.’
That is to say, all this time that Shen Qingqiu had been mentoring Luo Binghe, he had already experienced the punished to kneel at the gate incident, Qing Jing disciples brawl incident, being ‘contrary’ to Shizun incident, breaking the device and sentenced to hard work incident…… and so on, on this kind of glorious track.
—End Chapter 2—
PS. This Novel is not my own work
Credit's to MXTX (墨香铜臭) ❤️
the creator of this wonderful novel
Chapter 3
Since he had already transmigrated into “Proud Immortal Demon Way” and in his original world had □□ or died and flipped his braid, he might as well muddle along and live here.
He’d come to this cultivation world into a body with fairly good cultivation and sword skills, someone who was even in a well-known Righteous sect.
If he wanted to be in the limelight, he could be in the limelight.
If he wanted to shrink back he could do as he liked at Cang Qiong Mountain sect’s Qing Jing Peak without anyone asking.
There was nothing bad with this kind of situation.
The only difficulty was finding a sister.
This YY stallion novel, as soon as a sister arrived, she became the male lead’s. Everyone knew this.
However, Shen Qingqiu didn’t have any high requirements. He’d be content to just while away his time here and wait to die. At any rate, it wasn’t much different from his previous life.
But so long as Luo Binghe was present, he couldn’t even speak of being in the limelight.
As long as he remained in this piece of messy, dog-shit writing’s original path, even if he retired to some idyllic place; after Luo Binghe rose to power he had the ability to pluck him out of hiding and slice him into a human stick.
He could forgive being transmigrated into a stallion novel, but why not as the protagonist?!
He could forgive being transmigrated as cannon fodder, but why must it be as the person who abused the protagonist and for the transmigration to happen after all the abuse had occurred?!
‘It’s not like I don’t want to hug this main character’s thighs, but who let this fucking man be so black.
The revenge that needs to be taken is some thousands of deeds!’
Shen Qingqiu cursed the creator of this pitch-black protagonist Luo Binghe, Airplane Towards The Sky: If you’re going to write a stallion novel, then you should write a good one and not spin off some damned unconventional thing!
In short, he could only try to communicate more with the system and figure out how to increase his points, advance through stages, and unfreeze the OOC function.
If the situation didn’t look good, it was still not too late for him to find another way out.
For the first step, he intended to explore and familiarize himself with the surroundings.
The Tian Gong Twelve Peaks were like twelve imposing swords that had sprung up between heaven and earth pointing straight towards the sky, piercing through the clouds.
Shen Qingqiu occupied Qing Jing Peak, which was not the tallest among them but was certainly the most quiet, green, and comfortably shaded; perfect for scholars. Additionally, most all of Shen Qingqiu’s disciples must learn some (qin qi shu hua) and the like.
Often sounds would drift by like someone reading out loud or playing the qin; truly a wonderful place for youths to indulge in the liberal arts. It perfectly matched the original Shen Qingqiu’s characteristics and was a good start for earning points.
Some disciples passed by Shen Qingqiu and respectfully greeted him while he attempted to grasp the original Shen Qingqiu’s mannerisms; his face cold, a slight nod, moving actively but withdrawing his inner self.
Like this, he managed to pass even though inside, his head ached at how he was going to reconcile the character in the novel with the person alive right now.
But these matters still weren’t the most urgent for Shen Qingqiu to solve right now. If he wanted to save himself, he first needed to get the original’s martial arts and sword techniques.
If he hadn’t remembered wrong, before Luo Binghe was blackened, Cang Qiong Mountain sect encountered some big events: some attempted demon realm invasion, Immortal Alliance Conference, all these required him to fight in person. If he only wore the appearance without any real ability, he’s doomed! Don’t even speak about proceeding in the plot, the protagonist wouldn’t even have to act for some nobody yao or guai[6] to play him to death!
Shen Qingqiu entered deep into the forest without anyone’s notice. He made sure no one was around before he slowly drew the sword at his side with his right hand, his left hand on the scabbard.
This Xiu Ya Sword was Shen Qingqiu’s proof of fame as both a technique and the sword at his side. The sword light flashed snow-white and clear without being too bright; definitely high-quality goods. Originally it was written that if your own aura was poured into the weapon, it would emit a glowing light.
Shen Qingqiu wanted to figure out how to insert his aura into the sword when the sword in his hand immediately emitted a shimmering white light.
It seemed like the original’s martial abilities and techniques were automatically inherited. He could use his skills without needing to think too much.
The sword light was emitted without much direction from him.
Shen Qingqiu wanted to see how strong he was so he carelessly slashed in front of him.
Who knew this careless slash was enough to scare people; the sword light shone dazzlingly and swept out in front of him, forcing him to close his eyes. When he opened them again, the ground looked as though it had been ravaged by lightning, a deep ditch lying before him.
‘Fuck……!!!’
Shen Qingqiu was expressionless, but his heart was about to burst inside.
It’s even more aggressive than he imagined! Worthy of a Peak Lord! With this martial ability and technique, plus some diligent practice, even if he must face off against Luo Binghe in the future he’d have a chance to flee!
Right. To be able to flee is enough to make Shen Qingqiu laugh for three days straight. His needs truly weren’t high, he’d be happy just to keep his life……
He wanted to practice more so he could advance his plans sooner. But then he heard someone stepping on and breaking branches underfoot.
Truthfully that sound was very far away, but his five senses were too keen.
It wasn’t difficult at all for him to figure out where. Shen Qingqiu looked at the deep ditch in the ground and slid his sword back into the scabbard, retreating into the deep green of the forest unseen.
The sound of footsteps drew closer before Shen Qingqiu could hear that it was not only one person. Sure enough, after a moment there appeared Luo Binghe’s soft bright face and a fresh delicate girl’s voice in the clearing.
“Ah Luo, Ah Luo", look, there’s a very large ditch here in the ground!”
Hearing this method of addressing him, Shen Qingqiu who hid in the darkness almost stumbled.
The system helpfully explained:
【New character: Shen Qingqiu’s youngest female disciple, Ning Yingying】
‘Shut up, don’t need you to introduce. Those who call Luo Binghe like that won’t be just the one, this old man knows.’ Shen Qingqiu’s face was expressionless.
Following behind Luo Binghe was a pretty girl who seemed to be a little younger than him, her braided hair bound with orange ribbons, innocent and lovely. Every standard cultivation novel must have an adorable little apprentice-sister.
And this little apprentice-sister gave Shen Qingqiu some complex feelings.
This is because he had designs on Ning Yingying. No wait, it should be that the original Shen Qingqiu had designs on Ning Yingying.
Shen Qingqiu was a hypocrite. Since outwardly he seemed fair and it appeared to be a pure and selfless love, inside he must be shameless, dirty, and despicable.
He was a teacher, but had dirty thoughts towards his lively and well-behaved disciples. Several times he tried to lay hands on them and almost succeeded at that.
To dare lay hands on the male protagonist’s woman, you can imagine the result yourself!
When Shen Qingqiu was reading the novel, he felt it was a bit strange.
Why didn’t Luo Binghe castrate him? He even went to the reader comments section and joined the group in writing ‘Please castrate! If you don’t castrate you’ll anger the readers!’ these kinds of comments.
If at that time they had succeeded…… hehe.
He would cut off the hand that had written such things!
Luo Binghe looked at it but wasn’t interested, only smiled warmly. Ning Yingying wanted to keep his attention on her but had no words to say:
“Which martial brother do you think it was who cut this sword scar during practice?’
Luo Binghe held an axe and began to cut down a tree, said:
“Impossible. Among the cultivators on Qing Jing Peak, there’s only Shizun who’s capable.”
Shen Qingqiu mentally coughed twice: Young boy, you sure know your stuff.
Ning Yingying sat on a slanted slab of limestone, resting her head against a hand:
“Oh. Then that crevice was created from being struck by lightning.”
Luo Binghe didn’t pay attention to her anymore, focusing all his attention on his hands and continued to honestly cut down trees.
These tree trunks weren’t weak and thin.
The axe was half-rusted. Luo Binghe was only fourteen years old so cutting down the trees was extremely tiring. It wasn’t long before his forehead was covered in sweat.
Ning Yingying was bored again and entreated him, spoiled: “Ah Luo, Ah Luo, come play with me!”
Even with a face full of sweat, Luo Binghe didn’t rub it off and continued to chop trees.
He said: “It won’t do. Martial brother instructed me. After taking care of today’s firewood I still have to jump in the water. If I finish chopping wood faster, I’ll have time to cultivate some more.”
Ning Yingying said: “The martial brothers are sure bad! It’s always you doing this and that. The way I see it, they’re purposefully bullying you. Humph, I’ll go back and tell Shizun about this; guaranteed to let them not dare to bully you again.”
Shen Qingqiu was frightened and his face changed color. No, no, no, you had better never tell me! What should I do! Which side should I teach a lesson to in the end like this!
At this time, though Luo Binghe’s age was small, he had tasted all kinds of bitterness in life.
Still, he managed to preserve a heart as pure as a white lotus. Towards Ning Yingying, he earnestly said:
“Please do not. I don’t want Shizun to be troubled over these small things. The martial brothers don’t mean to be malicious and just see that my age is small. They’re just giving me more opportunities to practice hard.”
Shen Qingqiu was truly about to have his heart moved by this child: You say, how good it would be to have a child so sensible!
In the middle of Ning Yingying’s chatter, Luo Binghe finished cutting enough firewood for his task. After putting things in order, he also sat down on the limestone slab, cross-legged, and began to cultivate.
Shen Qingqiu let out a long sigh in his heart.
Truthfully, the protagonist’s lack of cultivation in the earliest, bitterest scenes of the novel was partly for this reason. It was obvious that Ming Fan gave him a false technique to practice with when he joined in the beginning.
The more he sought to cultivate, the more dog-shit difference there was between him and the others.
It was only because Luo Binghe was such a heavenly talent and had the support of the demonic blood hidden within his body that he managed to feel out and grasp his own cultivation practicing method…… way too unscientific!
Even as he sighed, he heard the chaotic sound of many footsteps.
Shen Qingqiu immediately knew it was nothing good and something bad would happen.
Ming Fan brought some low-level disciples with him. At the sight of Ning Yingying, he immediately went up to take her hand:
“Little martial sister! Little martial sister, I’ve been looking for you, you know. How come you never want to drop by our place? The back of the mountains is so large, what’ll you do when night falls and poisonous snakes emerge? This older apprentice-brother has some fun stuff for you to see.”
He naturally saw the mutely cultivating Luo Binghe treating him as though he was air. Luo Binghe is quite mannerly and opened his eyes to greet him as a martial brother.
Ning Yingying laughed:
“I’m not afraid of any poisonous snakes. Besides, there’s Ah Luo here to stay with me, right?”
Ming Fan slanted his eyes towards Luo Binghe and let out a humph.
—End Chapter 3—
PS. This Novel is not my own work
Credit's to MXTX (墨香铜臭) ❤️
the creator of this wonderful novel
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