章 2: Chapter 2: Crying Together with Heaven, Hard to Protect the Vermilion Sorrow in the Heart
"Senior Brother, greetings!"
"It's been a few days, but Senior Brother's demeanor remains unchanged!"
"Hey, you simpleton, only notice that his demeanor remains unchanged? Can't you sense the mysterious aura emanating from Senior Brother? I think it's a sign of a breakthrough!"
"Why is there such a huge gap between people of the same age?"
"I have reached the Three Realms Gathering Spirit stage, full of spirit and considering myself a prodigy. I have even returned home in glory, hailed as a deity by the villagers. But Senior Brother has long surpassed the boundaries of immortals and mortals, reaching the Six Realms of Creation."
"Oh, right. Senior Brother smells really nice."
"Can't you think of something else in that head of yours?"
"However, it does smell good."
Countless disciples greeted him warmly.
He glanced expressionlessly, nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and paid them no further attention.
If he were to respond to every disciple he encountered on the way, it would take ages to finish.
The pretense of arrogance and indifference could save him a lot of trouble.
[Actually, it's just social anxiety.]
"Can you stop eavesdropping on me? I don't need a narrator, and I don't need a 17-year-old grandmother."
Huang Quan's temper flared up instantly. What's wrong with boasting? Is boasting a crime, or did he violate the rules by sharing study materials in the group?
Do you know how excited those members of the group were when I posted a link to 50GB? They all expressed their joy and celebrated if the link was genuine.
Expecting two HXD chapters in a row?
Why on earth was he sent to this world as a 'villain' waiting to die?
A young prodigy, the soul of the sect, dressed in black, indifferent, and handsome, was sending a divorce letter to his fiancée.
"You're just a step away from having me kneel under her feet."
[It's alright, you can make changes to your character. I can alter cause and effect, create a fictional identity to seamlessly integrate you into this world. You will be the Senior Brother of the Demon Sect, acting in accordance with your own personality, and everything will feel natural.]
"Is that what I'm talking about? I'm saying that I'm going to have my face stepped on by her foot!"
[Haha, is that even a good thing?]
"?"
[This is the answer that best aligns with your personality, based on my simulation of your behavioral logic. Please don't question it.]
"I'm not talking about that face-stepping!"
[Oh, I see. Please continue, I'm listening.]
Huang Quan's face grew gloomy.
He thought it would be easy to understand the difference between opening his mouth and closing it, as Hai Lan Yu's words suggested. But he was overthinking it.
"Senior Brother! Do you have a moment?"
Engaged in a mental battle with 'air,' Huang Quan almost instinctively replied with a hint of anger, "I'm busy!"
The young girl was taken aback.
The disciples of the same sect smiled helplessly, as if they were accustomed to such situations.
Imagine a prodigy who is unmatched in talent and always wears a friendly face, saying, "Junior Sister, what can I do for you? If there's anything you don't understand, I'll teach you."
Unless it was late-night tutoring.
But during other times? Is there really any time for a prodigy to waste? If you don't work hard, there are plenty of people eager to take your place.
Only in the romance novels that girls love would you frequently come across such scenes.
In reality, such individuals are usually idle and spoiled heirs.
"Um, Senior Brother, can you spare some time to help me with something... It's about a major event in your life that we discussed last time." The young girl blushed slightly and spoke with some embarrassment.
Huang Quan froze.
They discussed it last time?
[Although the identity of the Senior Brother of the Demon Sect was specially created for you, it stands up to logical scrutiny and has a genuine historical trajectory.]
[This is a historical legacy issue, nothing major. Your original background was focused on rigorous cultivation and minimal involvement in other matters.]
"I said, can you stop eavesdropping on me?"
"I wasn't eavesdropping, Senior Brother..."
The young girl defended herself softly with a red face.
[Should I leave? Call out my real name when you encounter danger, my name is An Ran. Just silently say in your heart: An Ran, save me!]
...
Initially, Huang Quan still had some confidence in his heart. After all, he had read through three hundred books of plots and had never seen a pig run without eating pork, right?
But the phrase "An Ran, save me" completely shattered his defenses, taking away even a fraction of his confidence.
"My major life event?"
Huang Quan pretended to ponder.
The young girl didn't doubt it. A Senior Brother of his age who had achieved such cultivation was likely to have abandoned worldly desires and focused solely on cultivation, naturally surpassing their peers.
Trivial matters were not worth his attention.
"It's about your wedding, Senior Brother. According to the planned schedule, it's auspicious to get married in a week. The Sect Master ordered us to handle the invitation card design, but there seems to be a small problem during the preparation."
"I've already broken off relationships with more than twenty fiancées. Who am I getting married to? You?"
Huang Quan looked puzzled.
He remembered that the first words he heard when he arrived in this world were, "Senior Brother, are you awake? I've arranged the annulment of your engagement as you requested. Twenty-three fiancées, guaranteed to withdraw with novelty and satisfaction. Women only hinder Senior Brother's speed in drawing his sword."
Gu Qici lowered her head, a hint of struggle flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it. "Senior Brother is joking. Someone like me, how can I match... ah, how can I match..."
She emphasized the second half of the sentence heavily, but spoke it softly, only murmuring in Huang Quan's ears.
"Because... there is still one person. The Sect Master couldn't make up his mind, and coincidentally, he was delayed by trivial matters. So he sent me to ask Senior Brother for his opinion."
"There's still one person?" Huang Quan's eyes brightened. If not everyone can be the protagonist among more than twenty people, chaos would have already erupted. According to common sense, the protagonist should appear last.
Which means: he still has a chance to be saved!
Gu Qici responded, "Yes, the last person... Jiang Wan Yu. At the age of eighteen, she stepped into the fifth realm of Pinnacle War, and she is a perfect match for Senior Brother. However, due to an unexpected accident, she lost all her spiritual energy a while ago. Ten years of cultivation vanished in an instant, and now she is no different from an ordinary person. According to general rationality, she is definitely not suitable for Senior Brother's status now. But publicly withdrawing the engagement at this critical moment would damage Senior Brother's reputation. So the Sect Master needs Senior Brother to make the final decision."
Huang Quan asked in return, "According to my personality, how would I normally react to this?"
Gu Qici pondered slowly, lifted her chin, and imitated Huang Quan's tone after a while. "Then don't withdraw."
Huang Quan fell into deep thought. "Let's stop here with this matter. I will personally go and take a look."
Lost spiritual energy and an annulled engagement.
It was almost like he just needed to hand in his ID card. How could Huang Quan not understand?
All his attention was focused on how to retreat from this situation.
Can a few words alone retreat an enemy as a wife?
He was not Wang Situ.
"Alright, I'll leave first."
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Huang Quan didn't pay attention to the moment when Gu Qici turned around.
In her eyes, her smile was engulfed by flames of hatred.
"I'm back..."
"The beginning of the dream."
"No... the beginning of a nightmare."
"I bear the burden of all living beings, willing to endure insults, but unable to let you go."
"In the mortal world, I don't desire to be an emperor, only to wait for your return. I don't even seek a formal status, only that you occasionally think of me and ask with a morning smile, 'Is the porridge warm?'"
"How have you betrayed me? It's just a single phrase: the true turned into false."
"Someone like me, how can I match... ah, how can I match..."
"In this life, I will spend it in poverty, not seeking longevity or being revered, nor even danger."
"I want to tear your flesh from your bones and touch with my own hands whether that heart still has warmth."
"My only obsession is to descend into the real Yellow Springs with you, hand in hand..."
Dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky without warning, and raindrops relentlessly fell, not hindered by the withered leaves that were not retained by the trees.
She cried.
The sky cried with her.
Crying over the vermilion mark on her heart that couldn't be protected.
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