Chapter 13: Slacking Off, Day Thirteen
“Mengmeng!” A worried call came from behind Wen Meng. A female disciple rushed forward, crouching beside Wen Meng and shaking her vigorously, trying to wake her.
The disciple shaking Wen Meng was Wen Meng’s friend, Luo Yun, as the system had mentioned.
In response to the sudden situation, the system reacted promptly, and Wen Ying quickly dismissed the mission prompt again.
Luo Yun helped the unconscious Wen Meng up, then suddenly looked up, glaring at Wen Ying. “Wen Ying, what did you do to Mengmeng?!”
“Me?” Wen Ying shrugged. “Nothing.”
Wen Meng had flown into her; what could she have done?
“Then why is Mengmeng unconscious?!” Luo Yun, clearly determined, continued to question.
“Oh, that,” Wen Ying answered. “She bumped her head and fainted. Do you see the big bump on her forehead? That’s where she hit.”
Wen Ying pointed to Wen Meng’s forehead. The bump had been barely noticeable initially, but now a large swelling was clearly visible in the center of her forehead, resembling a certain legendary immortal.
“She clearly collided with you, yet you’re unharmed!” Luo Yun had long resented Wen Ying’s arrogant and domineering behavior, and today’s incident triggered an outburst. Mengmeng was an unparalleled cultivation genius. Though the same age as Wen Ying, her cultivation far surpassed Wen Ying’s. If Wen Ying hadn’t used some means, how could this have happened?!
Luo Yun’s anger didn’t affect Wen Ying.
Wen Ying was thinking, in fifty-two cycles of male and female leads, at least half were “unparalleled cultivation geniuses.” Was this “unparalleled” a bit cheap?
Probably, the only one with extremely poor cultivation was Wen Ying, used to highlight these geniuses.
But actually, Wen Ying’s cultivation talent wasn’t bad…
Wen Ying touched her chin and replied, “I guess it’s because people’s physiques differ. My skull is harder than hers.”
Hearing Wen Ying’s perfunctory excuse, Luo Yun sneered.
Wen Ying never took them seriously, bullying them casually, not even bothering to fabricate a reasonable excuse.
However, those backers weren’t hers at all!
Wen Ying was used to hearing Luo Yun’s inner thoughts.
In this world, telling the truth would never be believed.
“Wen Ying, everyone knows that you act arrogantly in the Xun Xian Sect because of your family’s power! But if one day you lose all that, what are you?” Luo Yun stared fiercely at Wen Ying, full of righteous indignation.
“I would be… He Lan Ying?” Wen Ying pondered.
Without the Wen family, she’d have to revert to her original surname. Or, in this cycle, should she give herself a new name?
“Or… how about Dongfang Ying? A double surname sounds very domineering!” Wen Ying was quite interested in naming. “Shangguan Ying? Or maybe Shangguan Yingying?”
That last name had a real domineering CEO vibe… Wen Ying liked it!
“What?” Luo Yun frowned. What was Wen Ying babbling about?
“Ah, nothing,” Wen Ying pulled herself back, waving her hand. “Just some random thoughts.”
Luo Yun didn’t understand what Wen Ying was rambling on about, but seeing Wen Ying’s unconcerned expression, she clenched her fist.
She had watched Mengmeng suffer. Mengmeng was clearly… yet she had to endure such bullying from Wen Ying!
But she had no right to interfere in Mengmeng’s private matters. She only hated her own weakness, only able to retort to Wen Ying, unable to do anything more.
She wanted to become strong… strong enough that no one dared to bully her!
Hearing Luo Yun’s impassioned thoughts, Wen Ying patted Luo Yun’s shoulder. “Good idea, go for it.”
Then, Wen Ying walked past the unconscious Wen Meng, continuing forward.
This was Wen Ying’s sincere encouragement, from the heart.
Although the reason was completely wrong, Luo Yun’s desire to become stronger was good.
This reminded Wen Ying of herself.
In the first thirty cycles, she had the same thought when she desperately cultivated her cultivation and demonic cultivation levels to the max.
The result…
That Demon Lord, who came from some unknown gutter, could still drag her down due to various absurd reasons.
But, how to say it.
The higher you go, the colder it gets. When you really can’t become stronger…
Nothing is left.
Having a goal is also a kind of happiness.
Although she didn’t unlock any new characters or plots this time, hearing Luo Yun’s thoughts didn’t put Wen Ying in a bad mood.
…
[Mission… failed…]
On Wen Ying’s way back to Lin Yu’s courtyard, the mission prompt appeared again.
Since the previous exclamation points, the mission prompt had become significantly richer.
But the results were always the same—dismissed by Wen Ying.
[Host, your relationship with Luo Yun has dropped to -100. Did you… really have a backup plan this time?]
Perhaps seeing the prompt dismissed, the system popped up again.
[No.]
Wen Ying never said she had a backup plan.
[But host, Luo Yun is an important character in the “True Daughter Novel,” are you sure…]
Wen Ying ignored the system and entered the gate of Lin Yu’s courtyard.
As soon as she entered, Lin Yu rushed towards her with bloodshot eyes—
“You wicked disciple! What did you do to my junior sister—?!”
True Qi surged around him as he leaped forward, his palm charged with power, aimed at Wen Ying’s chest!
Wen Ying’s body reacted first.
She used her footwork, dodging the attack. Looking back at Lin Yu, a flash of determination crossed Wen Ying’s eyes. She grabbed Lin Yu’s wrist, flung him to the ground like a chicken.
Lin Yu crashed into the ground, creating a large crater. The impact shook the entire courtyard.
“Senior Brother, you can’t attack a disciple like this…” Rong Hua, wearing a veil, rushed out from the house, but froze upon seeing the scene, the rest of her words stuck in her throat.
Lying in the crater, pale… was Senior Brother Lin Yu?
Oops.
Wen Ying apologetically touched her nose.
Lin Yu’s attack was too sudden; she couldn’t help but instinctively defend herself.