3 CHAPTER THREE

Shen Qingqiu was an easily satisfied person.

Since he had already transmigrated into "Proud Immortal Demon Way" and in

his original world had □□ or died and flipped his braid [1], 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. [2]

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. [3]

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 [4] 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 [5] 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 [7] 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 [8], 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 apprenticesister.

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 wellbehaved 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 [9]. 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—

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