Transmigrated as the Destined Villain, My Senior Brothers Are Chasing After My Love Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Overlap

He cast his gaze toward Ye Jingxian, then looked away.

Forget it. In Eldest Senior Brother’s eyes, everyone is the same.

“I still need to meditate and cultivate. I’m leaving first.”

Lin Qingyue sighed in his heart; being a well-behaved disciple was truly difficult.

He turned and spoke to Wen Hongyu about the affairs at the Lecture Hall today.

“Second Senior Sister, after attending class all day, I feel that the lessons in our Wanjian Sect are still too relaxed. I really hope the study time can be longer next time.”

towards the end, Lin Qingyue even proposed extending the class hours, claiming he needed to thoroughly enjoy the addiction of attending class.

Wen Hongyu found his way of thinking truly difficult to understand. Which disciple in the sect didn’t find such classes dull and tedious? Yet, Little Junior Brother actually felt the study time was too short.

However, his expression was earnest, without a hint of pretense; he seemed genuinely eager to learn.

Wen Hongyu hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping herself. Lin Qingyue asked, “Second Senior Sister, what did you want to say?”

Wen Hongyu: “Little Junior Brother, in the future, it’s best not to say things like this in front of other fellow disciples.”

Otherwise, I’m really afraid you’ll get beaten up by a mob.

A gleam of cunning flashed in Lin Qingyue’s eyes. “Second Senior Sister, I understand.”

Ye Jingxian took in his expression completely, glancing at him indifferently. One look at that face and he knew exactly what kind of ‘understanding’ this was.

As Ye Jingxian expected, just three days later, the duration of classes at the Lecture Hall was increased.

The disciples were all wondering why the class hours had suddenly increased for no reason.

The reason given by the Elders was that this year coincided with the Sect Exchange Conference, which would open simultaneously with a Secret Realm.

After discussions between the Sect Leader, the various Peak Lords, and the Elders, it was unanimously decided to lengthen the instruction time to help the disciples lay a solid foundation.

At the same time, they were also required to undergo unified sword training at the Lecture Hall.

Although the disciples were not too happy about the extended lecture times, as soon as sword practice was mentioned, every one of them became willing, wishing they could pull out their swords and start right now.

Qu Xiao looked at Lin Qingyue. He had investigated after returning but found no evidence. Even if he told the Elders or the Discipline Hall, it would be useless; he could only swallow the loss in silence.

Now that he could use his sword openly and legally, he considered it an opportunity found.

Lin Qingyue sensed his gaze and chuckled inwardly. Little punk, just you wait. Soon enough, I’ll let you know what it means to call someone Grandpa.

Yu Qianqian was so excited she wanted to jump up. She clawed at Lin Qingyue, grabbing his arm. “Lin Qingyue, sword training! Sword training! I can finally beat people up openly—I mean, spar with them openly and honestly.”

Lin Qingyue pulled his hand back. Yu Qianqian looked a bit embarrassed. “You’re okay, right? I was just a bit excited. Heheh!”

He moved his lips as if to say something, but in the end, said nothing.

Yu Qianqian had a big heart; since he said nothing, she didn’t take it to heart.

“The first person I’m going to spar with is Yun Jinzhou.”

Lin Qingyue tilted his head. He had thought she would choose Qu Xiao.

“Are you curious why I chose Yun Jinzhou?”

Lin Qingyue nodded honestly. “Mn.”

Yu Qianqian: “It’s simple. I just purely find him an eyesore.”

Lin Qingyue fell silent.

He had a foreboding feeling. Could Yu Qianqian be the legendary kind of vicious female supporting character—or perhaps a malicious cannon fodder—who jumped around opposing the protagonist early on?

A petite, exquisite little Lolita, clearly looking cute and well-behaved, yet opening her mouth to deliver lines straight out of a cannon fodder villainess script.

“Why do you dislike him?”

Faced with Lin Qingyue’s question, Yu Qianqian replied as if it were a matter of course, “Where do all these ‘whys’ come from? I just feel annoyed when I see him.” I wish I could just lift my sword and hack at him a few times.

Lin Qingyue: “If you dislike him, you dislike him. Just don’t let yourself feel aggrieved.”

Yu Qianqian felt he made a lot of sense. “That’s for sure. Whoever makes me, Yu Qianqian, feel bad, I’ll stab them with my sword.”

Lin Qingyue appreciated her mental state. “Junior Sister Yu, keep up this mindset. It’s good.”

“Of course. My dad said, if anyone bullies you, hit them back. I am a born sword cultivator; I have plenty of strength.”

Lin Qingyue smiled and didn’t speak again, simply listening to the girl chattering beside him.

Some people had shallow familial bonds and had never experienced what the emotion of parental worry felt like.

Yu Qianqian was talking, but he couldn’t listen. His mind was filled with memories from before his transmigration.

Lin Qingyue was in a daze. This was the first time since arriving here that he recalled them. In his blurred memories, there were only pitifully few silhouettes; he seemed unable to recall their faces clearly.

His heart suddenly felt uncomfortable. Lin Qingyue interrupted Yu Qianqian, “Junior Sister Yu, I’m feeling a bit unwell, so I’m going back first.”

After speaking, he ignored her, clutched his chest, and went to find the Head Instructor to ask for leave. The Head Instructor thought he was deliberately trying to skip class and did not agree.

“You’ve only been attending school for two days, and you want to ask for leave? There is no such thing as asking for leave in the Lecture Hall. Have your Master come and speak to this old man first. Hurry back to class.”

The Head Instructor shooed him back to class, but Lin Qingyue didn’t listen to a word. He turned around and went directly back to Guizang Peak.

When the Head Instructor came knocking, Ye Jingxian, Wen Hongyu, and the others were stunned. In their eyes, the Little Junior Brother who had been full of vitality for the past two days and even felt study time was too short—how could he show contempt for his teachers and just come back?

Seeing that Ye Zhanxiu wasn’t there, the Head Instructor didn’t waste words with them. He turned and headed for Taichu Peak to find the man. Lin Qingyue had to be disciplined properly.

If so many disciples all acted like him in the future, what would become of the sect?

“I will discuss this matter with Peak Lord Ye. You just hand over Lin Qingyue.”

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, turned, and left, leaving the group looking at each other in dismay.

Cheng Hui sneered coldly, “As expected, a troublemaker.”

He didn’t know why Master accepted him as a disciple in the first place; he only knew how to cause trouble and bully people.

Wen Hongyu: “When did Junior Brother Lin come back?”

She hadn’t noticed his return at all. Wen Hongyu looked at Cheng Hui and Luo You; both shook their heads.

“At the fifth quarter of the Chen hour,” Ye Jingxian suddenly spoke.

The others didn’t understand what he meant for a moment. After a few seconds, they reacted.

Wen Hongyu: “That early?”

Luo You looked at Ye Jingxian with admiration. “Eldest Senior Brother is truly amazing.”

Cheng Hui also couldn’t help but glance at his Eldest Senior Brother.

Wen Hongyu: “From the fifth quarter of Chen hour until the Shen hour now… so much time has passed. Is Little Junior Brother alright?”

Cheng Hui couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “What danger could there be in skipping class? Maybe he’s just sleeping in his room.”

Wen Hongyu felt his attitude was inappropriate and called out sternly, “Third Junior Brother.”

Cheng Hui restrained his expression and stopped talking; he didn’t care about this anyway.

Ye Jingxian walked toward Lin Qingyue’s house. Standing in front of the courtyard gate, he knocked. “Lin Qingyue, open the door.”

There was no movement inside. Ye Jingxian glanced indifferently at the door but did not break in.

When the Head Instructor found Ye Zhanxiu, he was still discussing matters with the Sect Leader and others. Hearing the accusation, his face darkened.

“Is he alright?”

The Head Instructor’s face cleared slightly. “He’s fine. It’s just a disciple skipping class; it’s not that serious.”

Ye Zhanxiu: “Head Instructor, is the child alright?”

The Head Instructor was angered by this question. “Peak Lord Ye, why do you spoil your disciples so much? Our Lecture Hall has just started this plan, and Lin Qingyue disobeys his teachers like this, paying no heed to our words. If other disciples learn from him, how will that do?”

In short, his meaning was that he must be heavily punished.

Ye Zhanxiu: “Perhaps the child has some unspeakable difficulty, or is physically unwell. Let us clarify the situation before making a conclusion.”

Seeing him say this, the Head Instructor said no more. With a dark face, he followed Ye Zhanxiu back to Guizang Peak. He was determined to properly punish this disciple today.

Ye Zhanxiu wanted to persuade him not to be angry, but the Head Instructor only walked forward, his posture practically screaming that he would catch Lin Qingyue red-handed.

When they arrived, Ye Jingxian and the others were still outside Lin Qingyue’s door. They hadn’t received a response. Originally, after discussing it, they had decided to go in directly, but who knew that Lin Qingyue had actually thrown down a formation disk in front of the door? They couldn’t get in at all.

“What are you all doing here?”

Seeing the Head Instructor and Master, Cheng Hui immediately spoke up. “Reporting to Shizun, Head Instructor. Junior Brother Lin is inside. Not only will he not come out, but he also set up a formation disk to stop us from entering.”

Hearing this, the Head Instructor jumped in anger, his face turning as black as charcoal.

This was simply outrageous!

Ye Jingxian glanced at him and said, “The formation disk was given by Shizun. Does Shizun have a way to open it?”

Ye Zhanxiu stepped forward. “Let me see.”

The formation disk was given to him by an old friend. He had thought to give it to the disciple for protection, but he didn’t expect it to be used like this so soon.

He stepped forward and called out first. No one answered from inside. He stepped closer to inspect and found the formation was activated.

“This child is indeed intelligent. Without even being taught, he already knows how to use a formation disk.”

Hearing this, Ye Jingxian glanced at the Head Instructor. Sure enough, his face was so black it couldn’t get any blacker, puffing his beard and glaring; he looked as ugly as could be.

Ye Zhanxiu: “Step back a bit, everyone. I’ll give it a try.”

The Head Instructor thought he was going to break the formation, but Ye Zhanxiu merely leaned close to the door and sent a voice transmission inside.

“Child, are you alright?”

“Master understands if you don’t want to attend class. If you really don’t want to go, you are a direct disciple; it is the same if Master teaches you personally. You don’t need to hide and avoid people.”

The more Ye Zhanxiu spoke, the angrier the Head Instructor got. Ye Jingxian reminded him to look behind him, and only then did he remember the Head Instructor was still there.

His expression changed instantly. “The Head Instructor is here. Come out and explain first. Coming back suddenly like this is indeed impolite.”

“Master knows you must be feeling unwell. Apologize to the Head Instructor, and we will find a medical cultivator to take a look.”

Seeing Ye Zhanxiu like this, the Head Instructor sneered internally. Among all the peaks of the Wanjian Sect, despite Ye Zhanxiu looking the most serious, that was just the surface; in reality, he was the one who indulged his disciples the most.

He had said everything that could be said; how was he supposed to punish the disciple now?

The Head Instructor held a fire in his heart, deciding that when Lin Qingyue came out, he would definitely have a good talk with him.

He would call all the Elders of the Lecture Hall over; he must be punished heavily to maintain their authority.

Lin Qingyue actually heard everyone’s words. At first, he didn’t want to respond.

Later, when they were discussing whether to come in, he wanted to respond even less.

He didn’t listen carefully to what the others said, but he heard Ye Zhanxiu’s words clearly. He had intended to tell him he was fine.

Who knew that suddenly, clutching his chest, a sharp pain radiated from his heart. Let alone opening the door, he couldn’t even open his mouth to speak.

The scene before his eyes suddenly began to overlap. He seemed to see two worlds. Different voices rang out, indistinguishable, but the words felt like ice-cold bricks, freezing his body cold.

Tiny beads of sweat gathered. The drilling, wrenching pain turned his face pale, his lips trembling without a trace of blood.

Ye Zhanxiu, who had wanted to say more, suddenly changed his expression. He forcibly broke the formation and flashed inside.

The moment he entered, Ye Jingxian followed him in.

“Go to Kurong Peak and find your Martial Uncle Su.”

Ye Zhanxiu spoke, and Ye Jingxian turned and went to Kurong Peak to find the person.

He checked Lin Qingyue’s body to see if he didn’t understand cultivation and had injured his body with spiritual energy.

He found no issue with the spiritual energy. Aside from an unstable Divine Soul, he couldn’t detect any other condition. He could only feed him a pill first.

The Head Instructor didn’t see anyone, but seeing Ye Jingxian come out and hearing the tone, he realized something was wrong. He entered as well and was stunned. He really hadn’t expected Lin Qingyue to be genuinely unwell.

He had suspected he was feigning illness, but looking closely at him—covered in sweat, brows knitted in pain—it looked exceptionally real.

His mouth opened and closed several times, but he still didn’t speak.

Ye Jingxian was very fast. Arriving at Kurong Peak, he met Peak Lord Su, explained briefly, and brought her to Guizang Peak.

“I ask Martial Uncle Su to hurry. Once Junior Brother is well, Guizang Peak and this Martial Nephew will definitely repay you.”

The usually leisurely Peak Lord Su heard this and, seeing him so serious for once, became serious as well.

“Then let’s go.”

When they arrived, Ye Zhanxiu’s face was dark—this time, truly dark.

Su Ling arrived quickly. Seeing Lin Qingyue on the bed, she reached out to take his pulse. Then she withdrew her hand and looked at Ye Zhanxiu. “Ye Zhanxiu, you didn’t know his Divine Soul was unstable before?”

Ye Zhanxiu: “It was indeed an oversight.”

Su Ling said coldly, “Not only is his Divine Soul unstable, but he also has a heart ailment. His current state is an attack triggered by the unstable Divine Soul and the heart ailment.”

Ye Zhanxiu frowned: “How can it be treated?”

Su Ling laughed in anger. She already disliked him, so she said coldly, “You certainly picked a good seedling. With an unstable Divine Soul, first he goes to the Sword Tomb, then enters the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets. You ask so lightly, do you really think this illness is easy to cure?”

Ye Jingxian looked at Lin Qingyue, his expression complex.

Ye Zhanxiu didn’t know how to respond to Su Ling. After hearing Su Ling’s words, the Head Instructor dared not say anything about heavy punishment, lest she scold him too.

The Head Instructor, who had already called the Lecture Hall Elders over, felt for the first time that being too efficient wasn’t a good thing.

Hearing the commotion outside, her gaze pierced over like a sword. “Make it quiet outside.”

As soon as she spoke, all voices vanished. She placed her hand back on Lin Qingyue, infusing him with spiritual energy. Only then did she say to Ye Zhanxiu, “Was there anyone with him in the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets?”

Ye Jingxian spoke up, “Martial Uncle Su, this disciple entered the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets with Little Junior Brother.”

“Did he show any abnormalities inside?”

Ye Jingxian: “I didn’t notice any. Later, we were separated.”

Su Ling shifted her gaze to Lin Qingyue. “I have also entered the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets. There must have been something inside that stimulated him, and there must have been something today as well.”

Everyone cast their gaze toward the Head Instructor.

“This child came to find me today saying he felt unwell. I thought he was making an excuse not to cultivate.”

The Head Instructor finished and added, “He did not say his chest hurt.”