Transmigrated as the Destined Villain, My Senior Brothers Are Chasing After My Love Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Want Him to Kneel? Keep Dreaming!

Lin Qingyue clutched his hand, forcing himself to stand. “You want me to kneel to you?”

“Heh, I, Lin Qingyue, kneel to heaven, kneel to earth, and kneel to my parents. I will absolutely not kneel to anyone else.”

Want him to kneel? Keep dreaming!

He looked at Cheng Hui with unyielding eyes, his dark pupils filled with mockery and disdain.

Cheng Hui huffed coldly. “I’d like to see how long your mouth can stay tough.”

The pressure on his body increased. His feet felt as if they were tied to a thousand pounds of black iron. The force on his body grew, pushing him toward a kneeling position.

It was simply bullying too much. Disgust and humiliation rose in Lin Qingyue’s heart. He had never been treated like this in his life. Truly interesting.

“Haha, hahahahahaha.”

“Cheng Hui, if you have the ability, keep going. See if I will kneel to you today.”

Anger piled up in his chest. Instead of decreasing, the strength in his body increased. Lin Qingyue’s heart began to ache. As the force continued to increase, he refused to kneel for a long time.

He knew the gap in their cultivation right now. If the other party wanted to force him to kneel, he could have been forced down uncontrollably. But Cheng Hui, this person who looked gentle and polite, actually had a dark mind and was extremely petty.

This kind of person loved to watch people fall little by little, destroying others’ self-esteem and pride bit by bit. What a pity; he was destined not to get his wish.

Lin Qingyue was half-kneeling, his waist already bent halfway down.

“Scoundrel, die!”

“Amitabha!”

“Eldest Senior Brother, save me!!!”

Every time he shouted a phrase, Cheng Hui looked at him coldly. “Eldest Senior Brother isn’t here. Who do you think can help you?”

Even if he didn’t want to kneel, he had to kneel.

Lin Qingyue slammed onto the ground with a clang. Cheng Hui didn’t intend to let it go just like that; the force on his back doubled again. Lin Qingyue looked up at him. “Is that so?”

He stared at him with madness and laughter, the tails of his eyes turning red, carrying a trace of wickedness. “All of you, come out!”

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The stinging pain in his heart had disappeared. Now his heart was filled with boiling rage and madness. The arc of Lin Qingyue’s mouth gradually widened, and his eyes grew colder and colder. Swish, swish. Dozens of swords thrust toward Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui didn’t put his swords in his eyes at all. “Just this?”

With one move, he made Lin Qingyue prostrate on the ground directly. “What use are a few swords?”

Lin Qingyue lowered his eyes, whispering, “Is that so?”

His voice was extremely light, and whatever else he said was unclear, but it was no longer important.

When the swords were blocked by Cheng Hui, they emitted a humming sound. In the next instant, spiritual power erupted from Lin Qingyue’s body, knocking Cheng Hui back. A sword flew out from his body, attacking Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui was accidentally scratched by the sword. He touched his jaw, which had been grazed after he dodged the strike to his neck. “You hurt me.”

“Do you think that by humiliating me here, you can get anything for Yun Jinzhou? Keep dreaming. You’re just a bootlicker, a groveling bootlicker.”

Lin Qingyue looked at him with a mocking smile, his eyes full of disdain and disgust for the two of them. Cheng Hui was still looking at the smear of bright red on his fingertip.

“You’re already on your knees, yet your bones are really hard.”

Watching the spiritual power in Cheng Hui’s hand gradually increase, Lin Qingyue laughed even more happily, his mouth shaping words to curse him.

Boom—!

A tearing pain came from his heart. Countless amounts of spiritual power surged into his body, forming a vortex of spiritual energy centered on Lin Qingyue. He was forcibly opening his pulse (meridians) to absorb spiritual power. Sensing his intention, Cheng Hui moved to stop and interrupt him.

As he approached, Lin Qingyue looked up, a trace of undetectable darkness flashing in his eyes. His eyes were full of blatant ridicule and calculation, his lips moving to curse him. Cheng Hui couldn’t hold back his sword, thrusting it toward him. He wanted to see just how hard his bones were.

When the sword reached his shoulder, Lin Qingyue suddenly smiled brilliantly, then spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Letting go of the pain in his heart, he collapsed.

This was the scene Ye Zhanxiu and Ye Jingxian saw: Lin Qingyue, face pale, spitting blood and collapsing. Cheng Hui stood with a face full of indifference and disgust, piercing his shoulder with a sword. One was on the ground struggling to crawl up; the other stood high above.

Ye Jingxian caught Lin Qingyue. Seeing his expression was wrong, he said, “Shizun, I’ll take Little Junior Brother to find Martial Aunt Su.”

“Shizun, I didn’t really hurt him; he did it on purpose!”

Cheng Hui watched the direction Ye Jingxian and Lin Qingyue left with hatred in his eyes. He knew he had been played. Lin Qingyue did it on purpose. He was truly malicious.

“Shizun, you know disciple best. I couldn’t possibly hurt a fellow disciple. He ran into my sword himself.”

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Ye Zhanxiu’s face was dark as he looked at his third disciple, listening to him argue for himself, listening to his indignation.

“Cheng Hui, you were bullying your Junior Brother.”

“Shizun, I…”

Cheng Hui didn’t know how to explain. He wasn’t bullying; he just wanted to teach him a lesson or two.

“Disciple… knows his mistake.”

He lowered his head and spoke no more.

Ye Zhanxiu: “Go kneel in the sword field first.”

Cheng Hui shouted a phrase in disbelief, but Ye Zhanxiu didn’t explain. He knew if he dared to argue, it definitely wouldn’t just be the sword field of Guizang Peak.

“Disciple obeys.”

“Martial Aunt Su.”

Su Ling, who was reading a medical book, looked back, put down the book in her hand, and said unhappily, “Didn’t I tell you guys not to let anything happen to him recently?”

The child, already somewhat frail, now had a shoulder stained red with blood, and his heart ailment was flaring up painfully. After Ye Jingxian put the person down, Su Ling immediately gave him a Spirit Nurturing Pill and then checked his pulse.

“He forcibly opened his pulse. His body couldn’t withstand the spiritual power for a moment, which damaged his body.”

Ye Jingxian looked at the blood on him. “Martial Aunt, he…”

“It’s just an external injury. Compared to forcibly opening his pulse and mobilizing spiritual power, it counts for nothing.” Su Ling listed medicinal herbs while asking, “Cultivation must proceed gradually. How could he forcibly open his pulse? Is this how your Guizang Peak teaches disciples?”

Ye Jingxian lowered his head in silence, accepting the scolding earnestly. Seeing his correct attitude, Su Ling didn’t say much more. This was another peak’s business; it wouldn’t be right for her to interfere too much.

When Lin Qingyue entered the sect, the talent he displayed was indeed good. It was just that the person was a bit too petty, his jealousy toward Yun Jinzhou blatant, which was somewhat unlikeable. But since he had already been accepted as a disciple, he shouldn’t be treated like this.

Moreover, the last time Su Ling saw this child, he didn’t look like before. No matter how she looked at him, he didn’t seem like an annoying child.

“Where is Ye Zhanxiu?”

Su Ling asked. Ye Zhanxiu arrived just in time. “Junior Sister Su to trouble you.”

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Su Ling didn’t look at him, not giving him a single glance. “Junior Brother Bai said before that he isn’t suited to be injured right now, plus he has a heart ailment. Forcibly opening his pulse while having a heart attack—it only hurt his body and not his spiritual roots. You should be rejoicing.”

She said this to Ye Jingxian. Ye Zhanxiu hadn’t expected it to be so serious, his heart filled with anger and complexity.

“Junior Sister Su, see what is needed. We will provide it, as long as the child can get better.”

Su Ling handed him the list she had written. “Provide what is on this list. I will take one portion of the refined pills as payment.”

Lin Qingyue didn’t faint when he fell, but he kept his eyes closed. He heard everything they said.

Ye Zhanxiu took the list to prepare the herbs. Ye Jingxian was chased out by Su Ling. Su Ling looked toward the bed. “Alright, you brat can wake up now. No need to force your eyes shut if you can’t sleep.”

He opened his eyes, blinking innocently at this Peak Lord Su. “Martial Aunt, how did you know?”

Chronically ill, he was practically unmatched in feigning sleep and discomfort. He was a bit surprised this Martial Aunt Su, who wasn’t familiar with him, could discover it.

Su Ling was amused. “You brat probably don’t know who your Martial Aunt studied under. Your feigning sleep is realistic, but in front of me, it’s still lacking a bit.”

After speaking, seeing Lin Qingyue lower his eyes—his pale, sickly face devoid of vitality and color—she sighed slightly. “If you don’t want to see them, just rest here. It’s a good time to nurse your heart ailment. However, you are blessed by disaster; opening your pulse successfully will be more beneficial for future cultivation.”

Lin Qingyue was slightly surprised inside. She had heard everything she said before, yet her attitude toward him was quite good.

He suppressed his surprise and continued to lower his eyes in silence, his mind full of various thoughts.

That’s right. When Cheng Hui wanted him to kneel and admit his mistake, Lin Qingyue already knew that with his current cultivation, having just started, he couldn’t win.

Being humiliated, how could he swallow it as bad luck? Even if he complained later, it would only be a slap on the wrist.

Who was he, Lin Qingyue? To make him kneel, a price naturally had to be paid, no matter who the person was.

The first step to accepting the inheritance of the sword technique from the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets was to open his pulse for better cultivation. Sometimes, getting injured and paying a small price to benefit himself was worth it.

Cheng Hui humiliated him without cause. He had a stiff backbone and forcibly opened his pulse to resist, ultimately getting humiliated and stabbed. With eyewitnesses, if Cheng Hui didn’t lose a layer of skin for this, he, Lin Qingyue, would naturally find an opportunity to get back at him in the future.

In the original novel, Lin Qingyue was loathed in Sword Dao Peak. Those people spread rumors about him everywhere, and people in the entire sect kept their distance upon seeing him.

The more it was like this, the more he competed with Yun Jinzhou. Lin Qingyue sighed in his heart; as long as he was strong enough, those would no longer be problems.

With a successful pulse opening, Lin Qingyue was in a decent mood. He should be able to reach Foundation Establishment after returning. This sword strike he took voluntarily wasn’t in vain.

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He was happy, but Cheng Hui was miserable.

Being called to kneel in Guizang Peak’s sword field by Ye Zhanxiu, the entire Guizang Peak knew about it. Only, no one knew exactly what mistake he had made for Shizun to punish him like this.

Luo You was the puzzled one. He entered Guizang Peak with Cheng Hui and was usually close to him. In his view, Third Senior Brother was very smart and more popular than him.

The sky had turned completely dark, and it looked like rain. Cheng Hui was still kneeling on the ground. Luo You hesitated and stepped forward. “Third Senior Brother, I’ll go find Shizun.”

He would go plead for mercy. Shizun was the most lenient; as long as it wasn’t a major mistake, it would pass.

Cheng Hui spoke hoarsely, “No need to plead. I deserve it.”

After speaking, he continued to kneel. Luo You hesitated for a moment but still asked, “Third Senior Brother, what did you do?”

The other party didn’t answer, kneeling straight. Luo You had asked Second Senior Sister, but she was busy with something. Hearing his words, she just paused and didn’t speak.

He planned to accompany Cheng Hui; kneeling alone seemed a bit lonely.

Cheng Hui didn’t pay attention to him, honestly continuing to kneel. When Ye Zhanxiu and the others arrived, he was kneeling, his face devoid of excess expression.

“Do you know your mistake?”

Having knelt for most of the day, Cheng Hui lowered his head. “Disciple knows his mistake.”

“According to the rules of the Discipline Hall, what is the punishment for bullying and severely injuring a Junior Brother?”

Ye Zhanxiu spoke. Ye Jingxian, standing aside, answered, “Face the wall and reflect in the Sect’s Tempering Tower, plus fifty lashes.”

His tone held no ripples, so calm that it made Cheng Hui detect a subtle chill. He looked up at his Master and Eldest Senior Brother.

Lin Qingyue was just an outsider who had brazenly entered their Guizang Peak. He had entered the sect earlier than him; how could Shizun and Eldest Senior Brother be so biased?

Wen Hongyu and Luo You, hearing this, couldn’t bear it and spoke up. “Eldest Senior Brother, facing the wall to reflect is already a punishment. Fifty lashes on top of that—isn’t that too heavy?”

Luo You: “That’s right, Eldest Senior Brother, isn’t it too heavy? Besides, Junior Brother Lin is fine now.”

Hearing the two pleading for him, Cheng Hui didn’t feel happy at all. Sure enough, in the next moment, Ye Jingxian’s brow furrowed. With just one look, they dared not speak again.

“That is not a reason or excuse for him hurting people.”

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Wen Hongyu lowered her head, sneezing coldly in her heart, somewhat disappointed with Cheng Hui’s behavior this time.

Little Junior Brother hadn’t done anything wrong to him, nor had he targeted him. He just took advantage of his absolute superiority in cultivation to strike.

Especially since this person was his fellow disciple under the same Master. The reason for all this was just for an irrelevant disciple of Sword Dao Peak.

Before, she didn’t understand why Little Junior Brother couldn’t stand Junior Brother Yun. Now it seemed it wasn’t without reason. Provoking the relationship between their Guizang Peak brothers like this—he was no pure and kind person.

Cheng Hui: “Shizun, disciple willingly accepts the punishment, only disciple never intended to hurt Junior Brother.”

Seeing Cheng Hui punished according to the Discipline Hall rules, the other disciples sighed one after another.

Seeing him like this, Ye Zhanxiu sighed slightly. “I hope you will support each other and take care of each other when you go out for experience in the future, rather than pointing your swords at each other.”

Cheng Hui raised his eyes, looking at him, his eyes holding some grievance. “Shizun.”

This time he didn’t argue that Lin Qingyue had run into it himself, he just looked at Ye Zhanxiu like that. “Disciple knows his mistake.”

Seeing this stance, Luo You didn’t dare to plead anymore, just feeling sad seeing his Third Senior Brother like this. He knew the problem lay with Lin Qingyue. If he forgave him, Third Senior Brother wouldn’t have to be beaten with fifty lashes.

After hesitating for half a day, he still went up to Kurong Peak. After being led to Lin Qingyue’s courtyard, he took out his things.

“Little Junior Brother, how are you?”

The things he brought were medicinal herbs he had obtained and spiritual food he had prepared. “This is delicious food I brought for you. Do… do you want to taste it?”

Lin Qingyue saw him being cautious and not knowing what to say, and smiled. “Thank you, Fourth Senior Brother.”

Seeing him smile, Luo You felt more confident. He looked at him, hesitating to speak. Seeing this, Lin Qingyue asked, “What does Fourth Senior Brother want to say?”