Transmigrated as the Destined Villain, My Senior Brothers Are Chasing After My Love Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Being a Villain is Too Much Fun

“My father said that ‘Tang water is distant,’ predicting that my path in the Sword Dao would be a long and far-reaching one, hence the character ‘Yao’ (Distant).”

Yu Qianqian spoke proudly, “However, I don’t look particularly majestic, so I’ll use that name later. For now, I am Yu Qianqian. This is the name my mother gave me.”

As she spoke, her mood dipped slightly; the name her mother gave her was one of the few connections she had left with her.

Sensing her sadness, Lin Qingyue guessed something. He recalled a villainous character who appeared later in the book, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

In the later stages of the novel, the Wanjian Sect had a daughter of one of the Nine Peak Lords who had been spoiled rotten. Her name was Jiang Tangyao, a rather gender-neutral name.

Before she made her appearance, people described her as the daughter of the Lord of Duanyue Peak, a direct disciple who also practiced the Jiang family’s sword techniques. Although she was a woman, she was a fierce sword cultivator—one of the few in the cultivation world who fought and cultivated using a large broadsword and a heavy sword.

But none of that was important. What was important was that she was the fiancée of one of Yun Jinzhou’s suitors in the later parts of the story.

Don’t ask him what the suitor’s name was; he couldn’t remember that many details. Lin Qingyue only remembered the unlucky bastards and the villains.

As luck would have it, Jiang Tangyao was one of them.

Her fiancé fell for Yun Jinzhou and wanted to break off the engagement with her. Jiang Tangyao then turned her sights on the protagonist, Yun Jinzhou, opposing him at every turn. She found him an eyesore; if she wasn’t attacking him herself, she was finding others to do it. In short, she wished Yun Jinzhou would vanish on the spot or be hacked into ten thousand pieces. She held a massive amount of malice and hatred toward him.

Before, Lin Qingyue didn’t think much of it. Villains, after all, were supposed to hate the protagonist. Malice was par for the course.

But now, Lin Qingyue felt that her targeting and malice weren’t without cause, nor were they incomprehensible.

Damn it all, Yu Qianqian is Jiang Tangyao, and Jiang Tangyao is Yu Qianqian. Yu Qianqian already dislikes Yun Jinzhou now. Later, her fiancé will actually fall for a man—and that man happens to be the very guy she disliked and had friction with from the start.

Just thinking about it was disgusting. It would be strange if Jiang Tangyao didn’t hate Yun Jinzhou to death. The more she liked that fiancé, the more disgusted, annoyed, and hateful she would feel toward Yun Jinzhou.

It wasn’t strange at all. Strange my ass. It would be weirder if she didn’t vent her anger; it would be a miracle if she didn’t try to beat Yun Jinzhou to death.

If it were up to him, he wouldn’t let either of them go. Killing them both would be the best option. Since they sympathized with each other and couldn’t forget one another, they should both go down to see the King of Hell, reunite down there, and be a pair of ghost spouses. That would be truly good.

“Yu Qianqian.”

Lin Qingyue suddenly put on a serious face and set down his bowl and chopsticks.

“What’s wrong?”

They were in the middle of eating. His sudden seriousness made Yu Qianqian unaccustomed to the atmosphere. “Did I waste food? Or did I dirty your clothes?”

Sponsored

She was a bit confused. “Lin Qingyue, don’t be so serious; you’re making me panic. Is your body feeling unwell? Let’s go back immediately.”

Thinking he was in pain, Yu Qianqian stood up to pull him away. Lin Qingyue hurriedly stopped her. “No, listen to me first.”

Lin Qingyue made her sit down properly and spoke with a solemn expression, “In the future, stay away from men. Cultivate properly. Kick all those disgusting people away. You must absolutely not let them affect your sword.”

Yu Qianqian was dumbfounded. What was he talking about? Her face flushed red instantly, and she got a bit angry. “What nonsense are you spouting? Who wants… I don’t have those kinds of thoughts. You are doubting my character.”

Lin Qingyue: “…”

“I am telling you that for cultivation, you must stay away from men. Men are trash; not a single one is good.”

Yu Qianqian: “You don’t have to scold yourself along with them.”

Seeing that she didn’t believe him and thought he was joking, Lin Qingyue became even more serious, without a trace of a smile. “Junior Sister Yu, I see a future calamity upon you. You need to stay as far away as possible from men you have a romantic destiny with. In other words, you have a Love Tribulation.”

He spoke unfathomably, his expression earnest without a hint of falsehood. Yu Qianqian’s mind wasn’t focused on her Love Tribulation, but on the fact that he could actually see the tribulations of others.

“Senior Brother Lin, I didn’t expect you to have such a talent. Perhaps you shouldn’t have gone to Guizang Peak, but to Tianyan Peak instead.”

Lin Qingyue: “I can’t see it for everyone. The ones I can see are very few and incomplete. Junior Sister Yu, this matter requires your secrecy.”

Seeing Lin Qingyue maintain this serious and earnest attitude, Yu Qianqian finally believed his words, and the smile on her face faded. There was no need for him to deceive her like this, especially after knowing she was the daughter of the Duanyue Peak Lord.

Thinking of the unwritten rules of the cultivation world—where abilities are usually hidden for oneself rather than told to others—the fact that he told her meant he treated her as a friend.

These thoughts flashed through Yu Qianqian’s mind. Touched, she slapped Lin Qingyue’s shoulder. “Senior Brother Lin, from now on, you are Yu Qianqian’s friend.”

“In the future, when we are out and about, say you are Yu Qianqian’s friend. When you use the name Jiang Tangyao, we will pretend not to know each other.”

“Why?”

The jump in logic was too big; she didn’t quite understand the connection. Weren’t they both her?

Lin Qingyue didn’t explain why. He buried his head and started eating. “Eat, eat.”

“Senior Brother Lin.”

The meat he had just picked up slipped back into the bowl. Lin Qingyue kept his head down and continued eating, pretending not to hear, raising his eyes only to signal Yu Qianqian to eat quickly.

Sponsored

However, the girl’s magnetic field seemed naturally incompatible with Yun Jinzhou. She didn’t understand his look at all; instead, she took it as a hint to be provocative.

Slap! The chopsticks were slammed onto the table, causing quite a commotion.

Yu Qianqian frowned. Originally dressed in colorful, bright robes, looking charming and cute, the moment she slammed her chopsticks and her eyes turned cold, she instantly transformed into an arrogant, villainous girl.

“Do you have any manners? Do you know what ‘interrupting’ means? Can’t you see we are eating… Mmph.”

“Junior Sister Yu, I can’t finish this chicken leg because I’m sick. Here, I’ll give it to you. Don’t waste food.”

“Huh? You can’t eat just one chicken leg?”

“I’ve already eaten several. I can’t finish it, I can’t finish it. You eat it quickly.”

Lin Qingyue was terrified that her mouth and hands were too fast, that she would slap the table and point her sword at Yun Jinzhou before finishing the meal.

Taking a bite, surprise flashed in Yu Qianqian’s almond eyes. “Mmm, delicious. The one you chose is better than mine.”

“Then eat quickly.” As long as you don’t talk.

Yun Jinzhou stood there holding his food, feeling quite awkward. He watched the two of them speak back and forth, completely ignoring him.

“Senior Brother Lin and Junior Sister Yu have such a good relationship.”

Before Yu Qianqian could speak, Lin Qingyue said, “Of course. We are all fellow disciples; naturally, our relationship is good. Junior Brother Yun also has a good relationship with your Senior Brothers, and with Qu Xiao.”

Yun Jinzhou forced a smile and moved to sit next to them. The two exchanged a glance.

“I’m done eating.”

“I’m done too.”

Lin Qingyue packed up his things and said to Yun Jinzhou, “Junior Brother Yun, we’ve finished eating. We’ll be going first.”

The two left in a hurry, avoiding him like the plague, afraid he would get too close.

“Junior Brother Yun, come over here quickly. We brought you your favorite food.”

Qu Xiao looked unhappily at the two who had already left, feeling they were bad luck. One was a sick invalid, the other vulgar and uncouth.

Sponsored

“Junior Brother Yun, you should stay away from them in the future. Be careful they don’t accidentally hurt you.”

Yu Qianqian only realized now that Lin Qingyue had taken a detour to leave.

“Are we afraid of them? Leaving like that makes us look pathetic.”

Lin Qingyue couldn’t understand her brain circuit. “We finished eating; why stay there? It has nothing to do with being pathetic.”

Thinking of the destiny between them, Lin Qingyue decided to remind her again. “Junior Sister Yu, must a sword cultivator be the strongest?”

She nodded. Lin Qingyue continued, “To be the strongest, one must focus on cultivation. Isn’t always targeting them a waste of time?”

“Wouldn’t it be fine to just fight them directly?”

“What if he won’t fight you? If you force him to fight, that also wastes your time.”

Lin Qingyue rambled on, but the core message was simple: stay away from Yun Jinzhou and the people around him.

His mouth went dry from talking. Turning his head, he saw she looked confused. Just as her patience was about to run out, Lin Qingyue shut up. “I’m a bit tired.”

“I’m tired too. Senior Brother Lin, since you are unwell, you should speak less.”

This was a disguised way of calling him long-winded. Lin Qingyue laughed it off, not planning to continue.

“Yun Jinzhou comes looking for you every time. I can’t very well abandon you, my friend.”

“What did you just say?”

Lin Qingyue stopped abruptly, realizing something was wrong.

Every time, it seemed Yun Jinzhou was the one finding them. Whether it was before he transmigrated or after, whether passive or active, thinking back carefully, it was Yun Jinzhou who established the connection.

Could it be that he liked the original host from the start? Or did the original host have something he wanted?

“Junior Sister Yu, I’ll treat you to a meal tomorrow.”

In just a moment, Lin Qingyue realized it was because he refused to be the foil, and the other party didn’t allow it.

Without him as a villain, how could the protagonist’s kindness and tolerance be highlighted?

Sponsored

In the original novel, they entered the Sword Dao Peak of the Wanjian Sect together. Lin Qingyue’s reputation was terrible; the people of Sword Dao Peak hated him, and the entire sect loathed him for various deeds.

The more he was hated, the more Yun Jinzhou would be liked and pitied.

“Holy sh*t!!!”

After returning to the peak and figuring it out, Lin Qingyue cursed directly.

This was a rhythm of targeting him to exploit. It was actually getting interesting again. He would let them feel what a true villain was.

“Saying anything is useless. Drink the medicine.”

Ye Jingxian’s cold voice came. Lin Qingyue snapped back to reality to see a large bowl of pitch-black medicine on the table.

“Eldest Senior Brother, I am thinking.”

Lin Qingyue: “Let it cool for a while. I’ll think first, then drink the medicine.”

“Martial Aunt Su said the medicine can be drunk warm; it doesn’t need to cool down.” Ye Jingxian finished speaking and saw he was still spacing out. “Follow me to practice the sword after drinking.”

Lin Qingyue heard nothing but the words “practice the sword” clearly.

“Okay, coming right away.” He downed it in one gulp, picked up his sword, and looked at his Senior Brother. “Let’s go.”

Guizang Peak’s training square was large, but there weren’t many disciples. Ye Zhanxiu had only a few direct disciples; the rest were inner sect disciples.

Currently, Lin Qingyue was the youngest. Ye Zhanxiu had practically tossed him to Ye Jingxian to look after.

Ye Jingxian managed his cultivation and daily affairs. Moreover, Ye Jingxian felt that Lin Qingyue’s illness was his fault, so without Ye Zhanxiu needing to ask, he took the initiative to guide his Junior Brother.

Lin Qingyue hugged his sword and stared at him, guessing that he only became that cold later on. The early Ye Jingxian still had some chattiness in him.

“What are you looking at? Look at the sword.”

“Oh, okay.”

Lin Qingyue stood straight, waiting for his demonstration.

” Although we sword cultivators also need to look at spiritual roots and aptitude, compared to spell cultivators and pill cultivators, we value comprehension and mastery of the sword more. All offense and defense rely on the sword… and the highest realm of the sword is realizing the Dao—realizing one’s own Sword Dao.”

Sponsored

“What you learn in the Lecture Hall is the foundation. It is ordinary but very important. You don’t need to pay attention to other matters.”

After finishing, he added a sentence, which counted as an instruction. Seeing that Lin Qingyue didn’t understand what he meant, he explained, “If something happens at the Lecture Hall, find Shizun, find the Elders, or find me; any of us will do.”

Lin Qingyue’s expression was complex. The things in the book were indeed incomplete; he had been blinded by a single leaf.

“Understood. Many thanks, Eldest Senior Brother.”

“Before entering the sect, did you ever meet Third Junior Brother?”

Lin Qingyue hadn’t expected him to suddenly ask this. “No.”

Speaking of this, he also felt it was absurd. He hadn’t even met Cheng Hui, yet the guy was sarcastic and weird every time he saw him.

He even wanted to ask if Cheng Hui had some history with Yun Jinzhou.

“Mn, I know.”

Lin Qingyue didn’t take this matter to heart and began practicing the sword. It had to be said, the cultivation world was great. His cultivation speed was quite good. After drawing Qi into his body, his cultivation was like a fish in water, and his sword technique became more and more proficient. He was now at the tenth level of Qi Refining, just a step away from Foundation Establishment, but lacked the trigger.

With Ye Jingxian leading the cultivation, the speed was indeed fast. Few of those who entered the Wanjian Sect at the same time were at the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Lin Qingyue’s daily life involved shuttling between Guizang Peak and the Lecture Hall, unshakeable. After several days passed, Cheng Hui sought out Lin Qingyue alone.

“Do you have no shame? Actually complaining to Eldest Senior Brother. Don’t think that just because you snitched, I will treat you as a Junior Brother.”

Cheng Hui’s face was gloomy, the smile in his eyes completely gone. He was no longer the gentle and approachable figure from usual, speaking viciously to him: “Keep dreaming.”

“Psycho.” Lin Qingyue rolled a massive eye at him, speaking calmly, “What does whether you treat me as a Junior Brother have to do with me being a disciple of Guizang Peak? Are you someone very important? No one cares at all, okay? You’re just being sentimental.”

“Sure enough, this is your true face.” Cheng Hui sneered coldly. “Usually pretending to be so obedient in front of Shizun and Eldest Senior Brother.”

“You’re wrong. I am also obedient in front of Second Senior Sister and the Elders. I am a good disciple,” Lin Qingyue supplemented.

Cheng Hui: “Sharp-tongued.”

“Thank you, Third Senior Brother, for the compliment. Are you done?” Lin Qingyue looked innocent, displaying the sword in his hand. “If you’re done, you can move aside. I need to practice the sword.”

Just as he finished speaking, he sensed a fluctuation of spiritual power in the air. Raising his sword to block, he felt an invisible heavy force on his body, especially on his wrists. The sword dropped directly to the ground.

Sponsored