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  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead 101

    Chapter 101: Mi Xue’er’s Confession

    The Mi family tried to persuade Yan Zhen to stay for lunch, but he politely declined, citing his busy schedule. Mi Xue’er’s mother prepared a lavish lunchbox for them.

    They returned to the Mystic Academy in the steward’s carriage. Then, they headed to Instructor Yu Xuan’s private office to report back.

    The other girls were also present, their gazes scrutinizing as Yan Zhen and Mi Xue’er entered, as if suspecting them of engaging in some illicit activities.

    “We’re back!” Mi Xue’er announced cheerfully. “Have you all eaten? My mother packed us lunch. Join us if you haven’t eaten yet~”

    Instructor Yu Xuan smiled gently. “We’ve already eaten. You two enjoy your lunch. I could hear Yan Zhen’s stomach growling all the way from the hallway. Why didn’t you eat before coming here?”

    Yan Zhen patted his chest, his expression serious. “Because I love studying.”

    His deadpan delivery made the girls giggle.

    Mi Xue’er opened the lunchbox, arranging the dishes on the table. “Little Brother Yan Zhen was just shy. My parents kept pestering him with questions, so he wanted to leave quickly.”

    The laughter died down instantly.

    Yan Zhen, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, accepted the chopsticks Mi Xue’er offered and began to devour his food.

    Yan Meng’er asked tentatively, “Did Senior Sister Xue’er’s parents like Cousin Yan Zhen?”

    Mi Xue’er nodded, beaming. “They loved him! They even want to visit Martial Tang City to meet the City Lord and arrange our engagement as soon as possible!”

    What?! The girls’ expressions changed.

    “Aren’t you just pretending to be a couple?” Xiao Xinyan blurted out. “How can you… how can you get engaged?!”

    Mi Xue’er, holding her lunchbox, puffed out her chest like a proud swan. “You don’t understand! This is called ‘fake it till you make it’! Right, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”

    Eight pairs of eyes focused on him, Instructor Yu Xuan’s gaze the sharpest.

    “Cousin?”

    “You’re not actually getting engaged, are you? What about the Huangfu family?”

    Yan Zhen, oblivious to their tension, continued eating. “Of course it’s fake! I told them I’m not ready for marriage. I want to focus on my cultivation. You know, the usual excuses.”

    The girls breathed a collective sigh of relief. Mi Xue’er, however, giggled. “I’m serious, Little Brother Yan Zhen.”

    He swallowed his mouthful of braised pork, staring at her in confusion. “Serious about what?”

    “Ahem, listen carefully.” She took a deep breath, pushing aside her shyness. In a clear, firm voice, she declared, “I, Mi Xue’er, have fallen in love with Little Brother Yan Zhen! Therefore, starting today, I will pursue you with all my heart! Do you understand?”

    “Huh?”

    He froze, his chopsticks hovering over his lunchbox, his gaze fixed on her in shock.

    He thought he had misheard. He looked at the others, but they were all equally stunned.

    He turned back to her, bewildered. “W-why? Is it because of last night…?”

    “—No!”

    She cut him off, her voice filled with sincerity. “I… I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you! I thought it was just a small crush, but as we spent more time together, my feelings grew stronger! Your expressions when you speak, your confident smile, the way you eat with such gusto, your dazzling performance on the dueling arena… it all made my heart flutter! So I’m serious! I want to be your girlfriend! I want to marry you! I will win you over, Little Brother Yan Zhen! Just you wait!”

    Silence fell upon the office. They stared at her in astonishment.

    They had all noticed her fondness for him, but they hadn’t realized her feelings were this strong. To cast aside her maidenly modesty and publicly declare her intentions…

    Wait, was she deliberately doing this in front of them? Was this a challenge?

    Apart from Yan Meng’er, Yan Ruyu, Xiao Xinyan, and Instructor Yu Xuan all felt a pang of anxiety. Had their own feelings been exposed?

    Yan Zhen, caught in the center of this unexpected drama, was utterly bewildered.

    What’s going on? Why is she suddenly confessing her love? Saying it was love at first sight? This isn’t in the script!

    He would rather believe she was feeling desperate after last night’s… incident, convinced she was now unmarriageable, and seeking to hold him responsible.

    But her words clearly indicated otherwise. She had been harboring “impure thoughts” about him from the very beginning.

    “Xue’er, are you… are you joking?” Yan Ruyu was the first to recover, staring at her best friend in disbelief.

    Mi Xue’er shook her head firmly. “I’m serious, Ruyu. I truly love Little Brother Yan Zhen. If you also like him, then let’s compete fairly!”

    “I… I don’t…” She instinctively denied it, but then, she hesitated. She didn’t want to back down. “Why him?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of resentment.

    “Heehee, it’s all thanks to you, Ruyu! You kept telling me how terrible your cousin was, making me so curious! But when I finally met him, he was so handsome and shy! I was instantly smitten!”

    “…”

    Yan Ruyu wanted to kick herself. Beware of backstabbing best friends! The ancients were right!

    A memory surfaced. A sleepover at the Sacred Land Academy, after they had both become instructors. Mi Xue’er had confessed that while helping her pursue Yan Zhen, she had secretly fallen for him herself. She had even almost slept with him during the “fake boyfriend” incident.

    The memory, intertwined with the present, made her head spin.

    — Was that… true? Then that means… Instructor Yu Xuan also…? No way…

    She glanced at Instructor Yu Xuan, who was frowning, her gaze fixed on Yan Zhen, her expression tense.

    — That reaction… it’s confirmed!

    She felt a thrill of excitement. She had uncovered a shocking truth!

    “Senior Sister Xue’er, I won’t let you have Cousin Yan Zhen!” Yan Meng’er declared, hugging his arm possessively. “Cousin Yan Zhen belongs to me and Cousin Ruyu! Any other woman will have to be a concubine! Hmph!”

    Yan Ruyu panicked, quickly covering her cousin’s mouth.

    However, everyone present, except for Yan Zhen himself, was aware of her secret crush on her cousin, so her outburst didn’t cause much of a stir.

    Mi Xue’er simply scoffed.

    — We were all losers in our previous life. I’m being generous by competing fairly with you instead of making a move before you even had a chance! Why should I be the concubine?

    “You don’t get to decide that! It’s up to Yan Zhen!” She clung to his other arm. “If he wants me to be the main wife, then I’ll be the main wife. If he wants me to be a concubine, then I’ll be a concubine.”

    “Heh, you’re already discussing who gets to be the main wife and who gets to be the concubine before you’ve even won him over? How shameless.”

    Xiao Xinyan’s sharp jab earned her glares from both girls.

    “Xiao Xinyan, don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been looking at Little Brother Yan Zhen lately! You like him too, don’t you?!”

    “Hmph, sneaking glances at Cousin Yan Zhen every day! You think we’re blind?!”

    Xiao Xinyan’s face flushed crimson. She stammered, unable to form a coherent response.

    Instructor Yu Xuan, who had been about to intervene, swallowed her words. They haven’t discovered my… relationship with Yan Zhen, have they?

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 138

    Chapter 138: Some People Just Don’t Understand

    As the nine peak lords descended from the sky, Mu Zhi’an looked up, his heart sinking. He recognized a few of them, but there were two or three he hadn’t seen before… or perhaps he hadn’t noticed them.

    Why are they patrolling my house at night…?

    He bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Peak Lords. I am Mu Zhi’an.”

    Peak lords…?

    Zhou Cang turned to look at them, his heart pounding. Even as a noble from the Forbidden Zone, he had never seen all nine peak lords gathered together, let alone appearing at a disciple’s pavilion. They hadn’t made any noise tonight.

    He glanced at Shen Lao, who also seemed surprised.

    Shen Lao quickly recovered, bowing respectfully. “Peak Lords, we haven’t caused any disturbances tonight. Why are you all here…?”

    Yu Ziyan smiled. “This Young Friend Mu is my junior sister’s inner disciple. And her disciple is also my disciple. I saw some people intruding on my disciple’s pavilion, so I came to investigate.”

    She paused, then added, her voice turning sharp, “Why are you two here so late at night?”

    The other peak lords exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Dao Peak and the library had been estranged for years due to a conflict between the peak lords, and now Yu Ziyan was claiming Mu Zhi’an as her disciple.

    They understood. She’s doing this for Ling Long. But they didn’t delve deeper. After all, his greatest value was Ling Long’s favor.

    Yu Xuanji, the peak lord of the Peak of Celestial Secrets, narrowed her eyes, sensing something off. Even with Ling Long’s connection, Yu Ziyan’s behavior was excessively enthusiastic, as if she was trying to gain his favor. It wasn’t like her.

    Shen Lao, facing the nine peak lords, felt a wave of pressure, his expression turning serious. The peak lords were rarely seen. They were only gathered here because of the inner disciple selections. After this, they would retreat to their respective peaks, and even requesting an audience would be difficult.

    But now, all nine of them were here… at a disciple’s pavilion…? It didn’t make sense… unless it was because of him. But why…?

    “Aaaa?” a melodious voice called out from behind them.

    Lin Ling tilted her head, looking at them, her crimson eyes filled with confusion, a crane leg clutched in her hand.

    “Senior Lin Ling is asking what you’re doing here so late. Is that right?” Mu Zhi’an asked, glancing at her, acting as a translator.

    “Aaa!” She nodded, her eyes still filled with confusion as she gnawed on the crane meat. But her gaze alone was enough to make the peak lords uneasy. They felt a surge of reverence.

    The peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak stepped forward, bowing respectfully. “We simply sensed some outsiders intruding, so we came to check.” He could feel her gaze lingering on him. It was because of what his vice peak lord and the Third Prince had done. She had remembered Metamorphic Jewel Peak. But it wasn’t a positive memory.

    Yi Hao looked at the crane leg in her hand, then at her beautiful face, his lips twitching slightly. Even if you’re going to steal food, you should at least wipe your mouth. But she didn’t seem to understand that, still clinging to the crane leg in front of all these people.

    She turned to Mu Zhi’an, then wrote on the table: Why are they here?

    He sighed. “You heard them, Senior. They sensed outsiders and came to investigate.” He glanced at Shen Lao and Zhou Cang. “I told them you didn’t like to be disturbed, but they insisted on opening the door. I’m just a lowly disciple. I couldn’t stop them.”

    He had placed himself in the weakest position, then subtly shifted the blame onto them. The peak lords’ gazes all landed on Shen Lao.

    “Shen Lao, we might tolerate your presence within the sect, but it doesn’t mean you can act recklessly.” Yi Hao’s eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. “If you disturb Senior Ling Long’s cultivation, can you bear the responsibility? Or was this your master’s order…?”

    Senior Ling Long…?

    Shen Lao stared at her, his mind reeling, then a realization dawned on him, and he gasped, his voice filled with disbelief. “Ling Long?!”

    This silver-haired woman was Ling Long?! But why was she in a disciple’s pavilion?! Wei Mengrou and Bai Ruoxi’s talent had surprised him, but now, hearing the name “Ling Long,” he froze, his body stiffening, his heart pounding. No wonder he had felt a sense of dread as soon as he had seen her. She was the Two Polarities Sect’s guardian beast…!

    Yu Xuanji scoffed, her gaze cold as she looked at them. “Trespassing on a disciple’s residence and disturbing Senior Ling Long’s cultivation. I’ll report this to the master of the Forbidden Zone.” Her words were both a performance for Ling Long and a display of her protective nature as an elder. It was a win-win situation. And disturbing Ling Long’s cultivation, intentionally or not, was a grave offense. Even if she wasn’t actually cultivating, but simply stealing Eight Treasures Cranes.

    The Two Polarities Sect’s leadership had tolerated their presence because of their connection to the Forbidden Zone. But disturbing Ling Long… it changed everything.

    “You snuck into the sect, and now you’re causing a scene at a disciple’s pavilion. Do you think our sect is empty…?”

    “My inner disciple is meditating here tonight. What will she think when she finds out about this intrusion…?”

    As the peak lords spoke, one after another, defending him, Mu Zhi’an felt a warmth spreading through his chest. The elders are all so kind. The men are friendly, and the women are beautiful and eloquent. It’s wonderful… Except for that Dao Peak woman. Her gaze is a bit intense. It doesn’t seem like a senior looking at a junior…

    Yu Xuanji discreetly glanced at him, then at Yu Ziyan, narrowing her eyes. That Dao Peak woman’s gaze wasn’t just affection. She must be so friendly towards him because of Ling Long. But why was Ling Long attracted to him in the first place? She studied him, her beautiful eyes filled with a calculating gleam.

    “You tricked us!” Zhou Cang suddenly looked up at Mu Zhi’an, his voice filled with anger. “Mu Zhi’an, you live here! How could you not know she was Ling Long?!”

    Mu Zhi’an frowned, sighing. “You trespassed on my pavilion, and I didn’t say anything. I tolerated it because you’re from Lingxuan’s family. I might be easygoing, but it doesn’t mean I’ll allow myself to be bullied.”

    “You deliberately set us up!” Zhou Cang accused.

    “Didn’t I try to stop you when you asked me to open the door? Didn’t I tell you she was a member of the sect?” Mu Zhi’an retorted.

    Zhou Cang was speechless. He had indeed said those things. But they had assumed he was simply a womanizer trying to hide his activities. But he wouldn’t dare to say that now. He couldn’t possibly say: I thought you were being intimate with her, and I wanted to protect Miss, so I asked you to open the door…? Even a fool knew that was a dangerous accusation. Being intimate with the Two Polarities Sect’s guardian beast… It would be a disaster.

    “You said she wasn’t presentable. You were trying to trick us into disturbing Senior Ling Long!” Zhou Cang said, trying to drag him down with him.

    Mu Zhi’an had indeed said that. And they had only questioned him because of those words. They might have disturbed her cultivation, but Mu Zhi’an had insulted her behind her back.

    Mu Zhi’an, after a moment of stunned silence, glanced at Lin Ling, then said, “Is Senior Lin Ling presentable right now?”

    The room fell silent. No one would dare to say that… except for him… If she was displeased… They all looked at her.

    She sat there, her silver hair flowing freely, her features delicate, her crimson eyes bright, a crane leg clutched in her hand, her small boots dangling beneath her robe, as if oblivious to their presence. She finished the crane leg, licking her fingers, then picked up a small piece of meat, popping it into her mouth, her gaze landing on the steamed buns on the table. She grabbed two, stuffing them into her mouth, her cheeks bulging. She swallowed, then took a sip of tea, before reaching for the roasted crane meat Mu Zhi’an had prepared…

    Silence. Her style… it was different from theirs…

    Yi Hao looked away, his gaze cold as he looked at Shen Lao and Zhou Cang. “I’ll personally ask the master of the Forbidden Zone about this incident. I’ll see if disturbing Senior Ling Long’s cultivation was his intention.”

    Zhou Cang stiffened, opening his mouth to speak, then swallowing his words. If their master found out about this, they would be punished. And the others in the clan would gossip.

    Shen Lao looked at Mu Zhi’an, his expression grave, remaining silent. The peak lords were supporting him, and Ling Long was living here… It seemed he had underestimated him. With her favor, he would never be ordinary. Her blessings would benefit him for a lifetime. It was no wonder the peak lords were on his side… If the situation were different, he would also support Mu Zhi’an. The reason was simple. Ling Long’s favor was everything.

    “Why is it so lively here?” A clear, melodious voice echoed through the pavilion, breaking the tense silence.

    Mu Zhi’an looked up to see Ye Lingxuan approaching, her purple dress flowing gracefully, her gaze sweeping over the room, landing on Lin Ling, then on Shen Lao and Zhou Cang. She seemed to understand the situation. She bowed politely to the peak lords, then looked at Shen Lao, her voice calm. “What are you doing here?”

    Zhou Cang opened his mouth to speak. “Miss—”

    “I’ll write to my father and explain everything,” she said, cutting him off. She turned to Mu Zhi’an, her eyes filled with a hint of apology. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.”

    He shook his head, smiling, then bowed to the peak lords. “I apologize for the disturbance, Peak Lords. It’s getting late. We should leave and let Senior Lin Ling rest.”

    They nodded, agreeing. They left the room, and he glanced at Lin Ling, who was still eating steamed buns, then he closed the door quietly.

    Yi Hao looked at Shen Lao and Zhou Cang, his voice cold. “You should leave. Don’t disturb the disciples’ cultivation.”

    Shen Lao glanced at Ye Lingxuan, his composure gone, his voice hesitant. “Miss…”

    She frowned. “I’ll return in half a year.” She ignored them, watching as the peak lords escorted them out of the Two Polarities Sect.

    The peak lords lingered in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, their gazes lingering on Mu Zhi’an, their expressions filled with a newfound respect. They seemed to regret not having recruited him themselves. If they had known about Ling Long, they would have done anything to secure him. Sister Yan is truly perceptive. To think she recruited him beforehand… The peak lords who hadn’t known about Ling Long sighed inwardly, but it was getting late. They couldn’t stay any longer. They said their goodbyes and departed.

    Ye Lingxuan watched them leave, then she turned to Mu Zhi’an, smiling. “My master seems to like you.” Yu Ziyan had spoken to him encouragingly before leaving, her gaze filled with approval. Even though they hadn’t known each other for long, she understood her master’s personality. She didn’t usually acknowledge ordinary geniuses. But she was clearly interested in him. Seeing him being appreciated by her master made her happier than being praised herself.

    He chuckled. “She must admire my exceptional talent.”

    Don’t brag. She glared at him playfully. Then she sighed. “I’m truly sorry. I didn’t expect them to come after you.” She knew what they had intended. They had tried to intimidate him.

    She looked at him, her voice soft. “Did they tell you to stay away from me…?”

    He shook his head. “They threatened to make me marry you if I didn’t.”

    She rolled her eyes, scoffing. “They wouldn’t say that.”

    He smiled, studying her beautiful face, bathed in the moonlight. He took her hand, his voice gentle. “It’s getting late. Let me take you back. Your hands are cold.”

    She frowned, glancing at him. She felt like he was trying to get rid of her. She was right. Her visit tonight hadn’t been part of his plan. He hadn’t expected that old man to summon her. While they all knew about his womanizing, it was one thing to know it in their hearts, and another to see it with their own eyes.

    “Let’s go.” He took her hand, about to lead her out of the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

    A door creaked open. Bai Ruoxi stood in the doorway, her white nightgown clinging to her curves, her long hair flowing freely, her gaze fixed on them.

    “My Dear, why was it so noisy outside?” She glanced at him, then her gaze landed on Ye Lingxuan.

    (T/N)

    I changed Mu Lan to “My Dear”

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 137

    Chapter 137: Ling Long Only Wants to Eat Cranes

    Late at night, outside the Jade Glass Palace, an elderly man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm. Beside him stood a young man with sharp eyes and a handsome face, his expression dark, his mind replaying the scene he had just witnessed.

    “A mere family young master from Tianxuan City, daring to visit Miss at this hour…?” And she had actually let him in…

    He remembered her softened tone as she had spoken about Mu Zhi’an, and his anger flared. He looked at the elderly man. “Shen Lao, is it truly wise to allow Miss to interact with other men her age, especially at this hour?”

    Shen Lao chuckled, shaking his head. “You know her temper. Do you think she wouldn’t be furious if we interfered?” Ye Lingxuan might seem gentle and elegant, but she was the Holy Maiden of the Forbidden Zone. Beneath her polite demeanor lay a core of pride and power. Defying her would have grave consequences.

    “Even so, we shouldn’t allow her to be alone with a man so late at night…” Zhou Cang said, his voice cold.

    Shen Lao chuckled. “She has her own judgment. We can’t go against her wishes.” He paused, then added, “If you’re truly concerned, you can investigate this Mu Zhi’an. Find out what his intentions are.”

    “He’s already gone,” he said.

    Zhou Cang looked at him, surprised. “You’re suggesting we visit him now?”

    Shen Lao nodded, smiling. “We’ll visit him. But remember, no violence within the sect.” They had been allowed to enter the Two Polarities Sect because of their background, but it didn’t mean they could act recklessly. They had been granted access as a courtesy to the Forbidden Zone. Attacking a disciple within the sect would be a grave offense. Zhou Cang understood. He nodded quickly. “Alright! Lead the way, Shen Lao.”

    He didn’t need to resort to violence. The mere mention of Ye Lingxuan’s background, the Forbidden Zone, would be enough to deter most people, let alone a mere sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator.

    …

    “Ling Long truly is unconventional…”

    Mu Zhi’an sat on the ground in the courtyard, watching the flames crackle beneath a roasting crane, the aroma filling the air. A normal person would be severely punished if Yi Hao found out they had stolen his Eight Treasures Cranes. Even another peak lord would face his wrath. He had raised those cranes for so long, spending countless treasures on them, and now, within a short period, three had been consumed. It was infuriating. But Yi Hao was facing Ling Long. He could only swallow his anger. Of course, it had nothing to do with him.

    He heard footsteps approaching, and he turned to see Wei Mengrou, her yellow dress accentuating her alluring figure. “Mengrou, why are you still up so late?” he asked, smiling. “Are you concerned about my safety?”

    She studied him, her eyes filled with surprise. She hadn’t concealed her aura, but it was still difficult to detect. Normally, he wouldn’t have noticed her, even if she was standing right behind him. But he had sensed her approach immediately. It seemed he had been diligent with his cultivation. She looked at him, her voice calm. “Where did you go tonight?”

    He picked up a piece of crane meat, savoring the flavor, then placed it on a plate. He turned to look at her, smiling. “Why do you ask, Mengrou? Are you interested in my activities?”

    “Did you go to Ye Lingxuan’s pavilion?” she asked, her gaze meeting his.

    He glanced around, shaking his head, his voice serious. “Don’t be ridiculous. I have Ruoxi. Why would I visit another girl at night?”

    She scoffed. “Don’t worry. Bai Ruoxi is meditating in her room.”

    He nodded. “I went to see Lingxuan. I was missing her.”

    She stared at him, speechless. After a moment, she said, “Someone entered the Garden of Heavenly Harmony earlier. They seem to be from Ye Lingxuan’s side…” As a sixth-level Core Formation cultivator, she was sensitive to any disturbances within the pavilion. She knew everything about him, including Ye Lingxuan’s background and her powerful connections.

    “It must be those two servants who came to retrieve her,” he said, realizing.

    “Be careful. One of them is half a step into Nascent Soul, and the other is a ninth-level Foundation Establishment genius,” she warned. They had entered the pavilion secretly. They were clearly not here for friendly reasons.

    “They’re already inside?” he asked.

    She nodded silently.

    “Isn’t that good?” He smiled. “Guests should be treated well. Since they’re here, we should entertain them…”

    …

    “This is the Garden of Heavenly Harmony? The Two Polarities Sect’s Celestial Realm techniques are truly impressive…” Shen Lao entered the pavilion with Zhou Cang, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, his voice filled with admiration.

    Celestial Realm techniques were accessible to all Nascent Soul cultivators. He was half a step into Nascent Soul, but he could also create a Celestial Realm.

    But a Celestial Realm like the Two Polarities Sect’s… it wasn’t something that could be achieved with mere Nascent Soul cultivation. It required special techniques and exceptional control over spiritual energy. Only a powerful force like the Two Polarities Sect could create such a perfect Celestial Realm.

    Zhou Cang didn’t respond, his gaze distracted as he studied the pavilion’s layout. He had left the Forbidden Zone intending to pressure Ye Yu. But the situation was different from what he had expected.

    The one she loved wasn’t Ye Yu, but a young man he had never even heard of… They had seen Mu Zhi’an in the study. A mere sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator… how had he captured her heart? He couldn’t understand it.

    They strolled through the pavilion, and Shen Lao said, his voice calm, “This Mu Zhi’an… he actually has decent talent. He must have wasted some time in the past. Otherwise, he would be a prodigy…” A Nascent Soul cultivator could easily discern a person’s talent, and he had seen Mu Zhi’an’s potential.

    Zhou Cang scoffed. “Even if he’s talented, so what? Our clan has plenty of geniuses. Are any of them inferior to him?” He shook his head. “No… Most of them are probably far superior…” He felt a surge of resentment.

    Back in the Forbidden Zone, countless young disciples had admired Ye Lingxuan, but none had succeeded in winning her heart. And now, here in the Two Polarities Sect, she had fallen for someone… If word of this reached the clan, the younger generation would be devastated…

    Shen Lao chuckled, nodding. “You’re right. There have been countless geniuses throughout history, but none have reached Dao Integration. So-called geniuses are just ordinary cultivators who appear every few years.” He added, “But Miss probably doesn’t care about his talent.” He understood the ways of love. Courting a woman didn’t require talent or ability. It required charm and the ability to please her. This Mu Zhi’an, he must possess those qualities.

    But even if he had won Ye Lingxuan’s heart, he wouldn’t gain the approval of the Forbidden Zone’s disciples or elders.

    Even if he was at Core Formation, it wouldn’t matter. They valued background and connections. Many geniuses fell because of enemies. Without a powerful force to protect him, he would be vulnerable as he traveled the Nine Realms, his potential snuffed out before it could fully bloom.

    Shen Lao suddenly sensed a presence lurking in the shadows. He glanced towards it, his eyes widening with surprise, then he chuckled. “Sixth level of Core Formation… Impressive talent…” Even within the Nine Realms, reaching the sixth level of Core Formation at such a young age was a rare feat. No wonder he was surprised.

    Zhou Cang followed his gaze, but he couldn’t see her, only sensing her presence. “What is Mu Zhi’an’s background? Why is he living with a sixth-level Core Formation disciple…?” Then he noticed something else, his gaze landing on a candlelit room. “Someone else lives here…?”

    Shen Lao frowned, his voice laced with surprise. “Second level of Core Formation…?” Even he, who usually disregarded talent, was impressed.

    “Where’s Mu Zhi’an?” Zhou Cang murmured. They hadn’t seen him since entering the pavilion, even though he had already returned.

    Shen Lao didn’t answer, simply walking towards the back of the pavilion. He could sense another presence there. He reached the back and saw a candlelit room. And within that room, he sensed Mu Zhi’an’s aura.

    The door opened, and Mu Zhi’an emerged, his handsome face filled with a sudden panic as he saw them. He quickly closed the door, then looked at them, his voice strained. “Who are you?”

    Shen Lao smiled gently. “Don’t be alarmed, Young Friend. We’re servants from Miss’s family.”

    “Who’s your Miss?” he asked, his voice still laced with suspicion.

    “Ye Lingxuan,” Zhou Cang replied calmly.

    He relaxed, nodding. “So you’re guests from Lingxuan’s side. What brings you to my Garden of Heavenly Harmony so late at night?”

    Shen Lao shook his head, smiling. “It’s nothing important. We simply heard that you and Miss are close, so we wanted to see you before we leave.” He paused, then added, “Young Friend Mu, you already have so many female companions… It would be best to distance yourself from Miss. It’s for your own good.” The servant girl, the woman in the other room… they were all living in the same pavilion. He didn’t believe they were just friends. And Mu Zhi’an’s panicked reaction… it was clear that another woman was in this room. And the reason for his panic… he must have been…

    “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. Could you be more direct?” Mu Zhi’an asked, his voice laced with a feigned confusion.

    Zhou Cang smiled, his gaze meeting Mu Zhi’an’s. “Stay away from Miss. Do you understand?” He had thought it would be difficult to persuade him, but he had discovered his secret as soon as he had entered the pavilion. He was living with other women. If Miss found out, they wouldn’t even have to do anything. She would know what to do.

    Mu Zhi’an frowned. “Lingxuan is just my sister. You’re mistaken.”

    Zhou Cang chuckled, his gaze cold. “Are you suggesting I should invite Miss to see what kind of man you truly are, Young Master Mu?” His gaze landed on the closed door.

    Mu Zhi’an’s expression shifted, and he stepped in front of the door, his voice strained. “You can insult me, but don’t insult her. She’s not that kind of woman…”

    “Then open the door and let us see,” Zhou Cang said, sensing his panic.

    Shen Lao frowned, glancing at the door, his eyes filled with a sudden suspicion. He had sensed two cultivators within the pavilion: one at the sixth level of Core Formation, and another at the second. But he couldn’t sense any aura from this room. There were only two possibilities: either the occupant was an ordinary person, or they were a cultivator at a higher level than him, concealing their aura. Within the Two Polarities Sect, besides the sect master, the only ones stronger than him were the peak lords and elders. He knew several elders. This aura didn’t belong to any of them. And an elder wouldn’t be living with a disciple… “Could it be that Mu Zhi’an had even seduced a female elder…?”

    “Who’s in there, Young Friend Mu?” he asked.

    “It’s a girl I found recently, Senior,” Mu Zhi’an replied respectfully.

    “A girl he found…?”

    “Don’t you know it’s forbidden for non-disciples to live here, Young Master Mu?” Zhou Cang asked, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. “If someone finds out, you’ll be punished…”

    Mu Zhi’an’s expression shifted, but he forced himself to remain calm. “She’s actually a member of the sect. She’s not an outsider…”

    Zhou Cang chuckled. “Then open the door and let us see.”

    “It’s not appropriate. She doesn’t like to be disturbed…” Mu Zhi’an said, frowning.

    Shen Lao smiled gently. “Don’t worry, Young Friend Mu. We just want to see her. We won’t tell anyone.” He would only tell Miss. Three women living in the same pavilion with a man… She wasn’t a fool. She would understand what kind of person he was.

    Mu Zhi’an hesitated, then said, “But she’s not presentable right now…”

    “Don’t worry. We just want to see her talent. I’m friends with several elders. If she’s talented, I can recommend her to them,” Shen Lao said, his smile widening. He discreetly released a silver light, forming a paper crane that flew towards Ye Lingxuan’s pavilion. He would use this opportunity to summon Miss…

    Mu Zhi’an hesitated, then sighed, stepping aside. “Alright, Senior. Please.” He lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable.

    Shen Lao smiled, opening the door. He saw a silver-haired beauty sitting on a chair, gnawing on a roasted crane leg, her lips glistening with oil, her crimson eyes bright and focused, her posture unladylike…

    Silence descended upon them. Zhou Cang stared at her, speechless. “This was what he meant by ‘not presentable?’ She truly wasn’t presentable… She wasn’t exactly graceful when she ate. But this wasn’t the scene he had imagined. He had expected…”

    She seemed to sense their presence, glancing towards them.

    BOOM!

    It was like a thunderclap in Shen Lao’s mind. His eyes widened, his body breaking out in goosebumps, his scalp tingling.

    And the peak lords, who had been watching from the sky, landed silently outside the pavilion.

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 50

    Chapter 50: Becoming Adele’s Pet 

    Before bestowing her reward, Adele had a task to complete: unpacking the mountain of shopping bags that had been delivered to her new apartment. Inside, nestled amongst layers of tissue paper and delicate ribbons, were clothes, shoes, accessories… a treasure trove of items carefully selected by Celeste, her taste, her preferences, evident in every choice.

    There were even… intimate apparel. Lacy bras, delicate panties, silk stockings with price tags that made Adele’s head spin. Poverty has truly limited my imagination… she thought, her fingers tracing the delicate lace of a bra that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe.

    If I ever get the chance to wear these… I’m not letting anyone rip them!

    Celeste had even bought her… swimsuits. Tiny, barely-there scraps of fabric that made Adele wonder if… if Celeste had ulterior motives.

    Hmph… But considering how much money she spent on me… I’ll let it slide.

    Besides, it could be… a reward. For later. If she’s a good girl.

    Apart from clothes, there were cosmetics, skincare products, bags, jewelry, shoes… enough to fill Adele’s closets and vanity to overflowing. It was a transformation, a way to… elevate her status, to enhance her… femininity.

    She could no longer afford to be… plain, unadorned. A flower that bloomed in harsh conditions might possess a unique beauty, a resilience that was… alluring. But without proper care, it would eventually wither, its petals fading, its vibrancy… lost.

    “Is this… my bedroom?” Adele asked, her voice carefully casual, as she stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, her arms laden with clothes, her gaze fixed on Celeste, who was trailing behind her, her movements hesitant, her expression a mixture of anticipation and… something else.

    Adele knew the answer, of course. But she wanted to… gauge Celeste’s reaction.

    “Of course, Master,” Celeste murmured, her head bowed, her submission complete.

    Adele smiled, her eyes narrowing, a mischievous glint in their depths. She was pleased.

    They spent the next hour unpacking, organizing, arranging… Celeste, surprisingly adept at domestic tasks, her movements efficient and precise, proved to be an invaluable assistant. If she were to don a black and white maid outfit, a frilly apron tied around her waist… she would be quite the… catch.

    Was she raised in a… privileged environment? Adele wondered, her gaze lingering on Celeste’s nimble fingers as she folded clothes, her movements precise, practiced. Surrounded by servants, her every need catered to…

    Hmph… I’m a little jealous.

    Once everything was in its place, Adele returned to the living room, her gaze settling on the last remaining bag, the one she had saved for… last.

    It contained… pet supplies.

    She smiled, her expression innocent, her intentions… less so.

    She retrieved a collar and leash, the kind used for… large dogs.

    Celeste, her eyes widening, her breath catching in her throat, her cheeks flushing with a delicate pink, seemed to… understand.

    And then… Adele spoke, her voice soft, gentle, its melody echoing their first encounter, that autumn day when Adele had first stepped onto the academy grounds, her heart filled with a naive hope, her gaze drawn to the golden-haired girl who stood out from the crowd.

    “Celeste.”

    She spoke her name, her tone… familiar. Almost… intimate.

    She held up the collar, its leather strap smooth and supple, its silver buckle gleaming in the soft light, and said, “It’s okay if you don’t want this.”

    “If this is… your way of atoning…”

    “Then… I forgive you, Celeste.”

    Celeste’s eyes welled up with tears, her heart aching with a gratitude so intense that it bordered on pain.

    She understood. Even without Adele saying it aloud, she understood.

    Adele’s behavior, her attitude… it had changed. She had become more… demanding, more… aloof. Almost… cruel.

    But it was an act, a performance designed to… accommodate Celeste’s desires, to fulfill her… fantasy.

    It wasn’t that Adele wanted to dominate her, to control her. She was simply… playing along.

    Celeste was the one who had chosen to be the familiar, the one who had surrendered her will, her freedom.

    And yet… she was the one who was being… indulged.

    Adele was so kind, so pure. She didn’t care about expensive clothes, fancy makeup, luxurious trinkets. She wasn’t greedy, wasn’t materialistic.

    The proof? She had even accepted those… swimsuits, those tiny scraps of fabric that Celeste had chosen with… less than pure intentions.

    She had threatened punishment, but… she hadn’t actually done anything. All Celeste had felt, in Adele’s presence, was… warmth. Affection. Acceptance.

    What kind of vampire master cared so much about their familiar’s… feelings?

    Celeste’s sacrifices… they were nothing compared to Adele’s kindness, her generosity, her… love?

    And Adele’s next words… they confirmed her suspicions, her belief in Adele’s inherent goodness.

    “I’ve been thinking…” Adele said, her voice hesitant, her gaze searching Celeste’s face. “I think… you should choose… how we interact.”

    “Friends? Familiar? Or… pet?”

    “It’s… your choice, Celeste.”

    It was true. Back in the infirmary, Celeste had been the one who had initiated the contract, who had bound their souls together. And Adele… she had even offered to release her, to break the bond.

    But Celeste had refused. She had pledged her loyalty, her devotion.

    And now… Adele was offering her a second chance. She wouldn’t interfere, wouldn’t use her power, her magic, to influence Celeste’s decision.

    If Celeste wanted to be friends… Adele would accept it.

    If she wanted to remain a familiar… she could refuse the collar.

    But if she wanted to be… something more…

    Celeste, wiping away her tears, her heart aching with a gratitude so intense that it brought a smile to her lips, a smile that shone through the tears, a smile that… transformed her, knew the answer.

    Her body, her heart, her very soul… they belonged to Adele.

    She slowly knelt before Adele, her movements graceful despite the awkwardness of her position, her golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of sunlight, her gaze fixed on Adele’s face, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and… joy.

    She reached Adele, her gaze never wavering, her surrender complete.

    Adele’s eyes widened, her fingers, still clutching the collar, trembling slightly. But Celeste, her expression resolute, her gaze unwavering, gently offered her neck, her throat, her… everything.

    Adele, with a soft click, fastened the collar, its cool leather a stark contrast to the warmth of Celeste’s skin.

    It was the most beautiful sound Celeste had ever heard.

    There was no such thing as… halfhearted devotion.

    Adele… You will always be my Master.

    My goddess. My savior.

    And I… I am your dog.

    And in that… I find my happiness.

    ………………

    Celeste knelt on the floor, her head bowed, her posture a perfect picture of… submission. Adele, her heart aching with a tenderness that surprised even her, knelt before Celeste, her arms wrapping around her, pulling her close, her embrace a silent acknowledgment of… the gift Celeste had given her.

    Celeste’s body was soft, warm, her scent… intoxicating.

    Adele felt… safe. Content.

    Perhaps… in losing herself, Celeste had… found something as well.

    In this strange, new world, a world that was both familiar and alien, Adele had few anchors, few sources of… comfort.

    And Celeste… she had become one of them. She had earned Adele’s trust, her affection, her… love?

    Linlang… well, she was too transparent, her emotions too easily read, her heart too pure to… deceive.

    And because she couldn’t deceive… she could only be deceived.

    But Adele wasn’t taking advantage of her. Not really. She genuinely cared for Linlang, her affection… real.

    And then… there was Hermione.

    If only she wasn’t so… powerful, so… unpredictable. Adele, in her presence, felt… small. Insignificant.

    Hermione… she should be ranked higher on Adele’s list of… priorities. Who wouldn’t want an Ice Queen who was… secretly soft for you?

    As for Dorothy and Sharon…

    Adele pushed those thoughts aside, her fingers tracing the outline of the collar around Celeste’s neck, her touch lingering, her gaze softening.

    “Is it… cold?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

    “No… Master,” Celeste whispered, her voice barely audible. “It’s… not cold at all.”

    It was… warm. Burning. A heat that radiated from the magic crest on her abdomen, spreading through her limbs, her heart, her very soul.

    She was a fire manipulator, but this heat… it was different. More intense. More… consuming.

    Every Elemental possessed an elemental affinity and a refinement level. Affinity was determined by bloodline, a hierarchy that mirrored the Sequence system. A Sequence One vampire, for example, would typically possess a Sequence One elemental affinity.

    But there were exceptions, those who possessed affinities that were either higher or lower than their Sequence ranking. Those with higher affinities were considered… gifted. Those with lower affinities were… well, they were considered failures.

    Celeste, her fire affinity considered to be high-end for a Sequence Two, was… almost gifted. If her opponent hadn’t been Hermione, a prodigy with the highest-ranked ice affinity Adele had ever encountered… perhaps she wouldn’t have been so easily defeated, her confidence so utterly shattered.

    Elemental affinity was innate, a gift of blood. But refinement level… that was a measure of a vampire’s skill, their mastery over their element, achieved through training, through practice, through… experience.

    The magical world recognized thirteen levels of elemental refinement. Celeste, before her… transformation, had been at the sixth level.

    But now… as she basked in the warmth of Adele’s magic, her understanding of her element deepened, her control… intensified.

    She felt a surge of power, her refinement level… increasing.

    From sixth level… to seventh!

    Celeste, a Sequence Two fire manipulator with a seventh-level refinement. For a student, for someone who was still… developing her abilities, it was an impressive feat, a level of mastery that would guarantee her success in the academy’s graduation exams.

    She was… almost as strong as Hermione.

    But then… her joy turned to ashes, her excitement replaced by a cold dread.

    Because Hermione… her refinement level was… eighth.

    And her affinity… it was Sequence One.

    It’s not enough… I’m still not strong enough!

    Her eyes dimmed, then brightened, a flicker of determination replacing the despair.

    Adele, sensing the shift in Celeste’s emotions, her brow furrowed with concern. She tugged gently on the leash, the collar tightening slightly around Celeste’s neck.

    Celeste gasped, not in pain, but in… submission.

    “Master…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

    “What are you thinking about, Celeste?” Adele asked, her voice soft yet firm, her gaze never leaving Celeste’s face.

    Celeste, unable to lie, her golden hair trembling slightly as she spoke, confessed, “I was just… thinking about… when I can finally… defeat Hermione.”

    “When I can… rescue you from her clutches…!”

    Her words, laced with a fierce determination, a protective instinct that was almost… canine, made Adele’s heart skip a beat, her gaze darkening.

    She stood up, tugging gently on the leash, leading Celeste towards the sofa. The leash was short, and Celeste, her body responding instinctively, followed, crawling on her hands and knees, her movements graceful despite the awkwardness of her position.

    She was a powerful vampire, a member of the nobility, but… she was also… Adele’s dog.

    And she would obey.

    They reached the sofa, and Adele, sinking into its plush cushions, her small body swallowed by its softness, looked at Celeste, who remained kneeling on the floor, her posture erect, her gaze fixed on Adele, her expression a mixture of adoration and… something else.

    She had chosen this. She had chosen to be Adele’s familiar, her… pet.

    And Adele, accepting her choice, her heart softening, decided to… drop the pretense. She would embrace her role as… Master.

    But she wasn’t cruel, not like some of the other vampires who treated their familiars like… objects.

    She was… different.

    She understood Celeste’s desire for revenge, her need to… prove herself. It was a dangerous desire, a double-edged sword. But it could also be… useful.

    Ultimately, Adele wanted Celeste and Hermione to… get along. They were both… precious to her.

    They’re both… mine.

    She sighed, her thoughts a jumbled mess, then she smiled, reaching out to gently stroke Celeste’s hair.

    Head pats for the good puppy.

    “Don’t worry about that now, Celeste,” she said, her voice regaining its warmth. “Hermione… she’s not someone you can… defeat.”

    She’s the one I can’t defeat.

    “But you’ve… gotten stronger, haven’t you?” she asked, sensing a shift in Celeste’s aura, her magic.

    Celeste’s expression brightened, a shy smile curving her lips, her eyes sparkling with a pride that was… almost childlike. She nodded, her eagerness to please, to earn Adele’s praise, evident in her every gesture.

    If she had a tail, it would be wagging furiously right now.

    “What’s your… refinement level now?” Adele asked, her curiosity piqued.

    “Seventh level, Master,” Celeste said, her voice filled with a quiet pride.

    Adele’s jaw dropped. Seventh level… She’s almost caught up to Hermione…

    And what about Adele’s own refinement level?

    It’s… 0.5, right?

    She winced internally. It was a sore spot, a constant reminder of her… weakness. She was like an ordinary human who had somehow stumbled into a school for monsters, her powers barely a flicker compared to the overwhelming strength of those around her.

    But she wasn’t worried. Not yet. Her time to shine was coming.

    But first… she had to endure the humiliation of being the weakest student in her magic training class. Tomorrow, Friday, was training day. And she was… not looking forward to it.

    She sighed, her thoughts drifting to… unpleasant possibilities, her legs crossing, her ankle resting on her opposite knee, her posture a study in casual elegance. Her skirt, riding up slightly, revealed a tantalizing glimpse of white stockings, her toes, small and delicate, wiggling playfully.

    Celeste, her gaze drawn to Adele’s leg, swallowed nervously, her throat suddenly dry.

    Adele, noticing her reaction, her lips curving into a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and… something else, leaned back against the sofa, her posture relaxed, her voice taking on a languid tone.

    “Give me a foot massage, Celeste~” she purred.

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 49

    Chapter 49: The Best Reward for a Good Puppy

    Turning down Hermione’s invitation and then getting into Celeste’s car… even Adele had to admit, she was turning into quite the heartbreaker.

    This happened after Adele had walked Tang Linlang home. She dialed the number Celeste had given her, and Celeste, her voice a mixture of eagerness and a hint of… desperation, answered on the first ring.

    Adele commanded her to pick her up, immediately.

    And Celeste, her heart pounding with anticipation, obeyed without question, dropping everything to rush to Adele’s side.

    She found Adele standing on a street corner, her gaze fixed on her phone, her expression a mixture of boredom and… impatience?

    Celeste pulled up beside her, her sleek car stopping with a dramatic flourish, its engine purring like a contented cat. The wind, stirred by the car’s sudden stop, ruffled Adele’s long black hair, momentarily obscuring her face.

    And when she looked up, her eyes narrowed, a flicker of… annoyance? Displeasure?

    Celeste felt a burning sensation in her lower abdomen, a phantom pain that echoed her Master’s displeasure. The magic crest, a conduit for Adele’s emotions, was a constant reminder of her subservience.

    When Adele was happy, the crest radiated warmth, a comforting sensation that filled Celeste with a joy that was both genuine and… unnatural.

    But when Adele was angry… well, the consequences were… unpleasant.

    Adele, her movements graceful despite her annoyance, opened the passenger door and slid into the seat, her gaze lingering on Celeste, her lips curving into a small, predatory smile.

    Celeste, her heart pounding in her chest, took Adele’s hand, her lips brushing against her skin, a reverent kiss that carried a silent apology.

    “Master…” she whispered, her voice husky with emotion.

    Adele’s annoyance vanished, replaced by a sense of… satisfaction. Celeste’s eagerness to please, her unquestioning obedience… it was… intoxicating.

    Besides, Celeste hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Adele was simply… asserting her dominance, establishing her authority.

    She liked this Celeste, this submissive, devoted Celeste, who had surrendered her will, her very being, to Adele.

    It was a stark contrast to the suffocating pressure, the constant sense of danger, that she felt around the other Sequence Ones.

    With Celeste… she felt… safe. In control.

    “You’ll do… everything I ask, right, Celeste?” she asked, her voice soft yet firm, her gaze never leaving Celeste’s face.

    The car windows were tinted, shielding them from prying eyes, from the curious gazes of passersby. They were alone, their world reduced to the confines of the car, the air thick with a tension that was both exciting and… dangerous.

    Celeste, her heart pounding in her chest, her gaze fixed on Adele, her expression a mixture of adoration and… fear, nodded, her voice barely a whisper.

    “Of course, Master.”

    “Good,” Adele said, her smile widening. “Drive then. I want to stay at that… house you mentioned. Tonight.”

    Celeste’s heart skipped a beat. Her mind raced, conjuring up… possibilities.

    Perhaps… Adele would allow her to stay. They could… sleep together. In the same bed. Maybe even…

    O(////▽////)q

    Fueled by this daring, forbidden desire, she drove towards the apartment complex, her heart pounding, her smile… uncontrollable.

    Adele, glancing at Celeste, her brow furrowed with confusion, wondered… why was she smiling like that? It was… cute, in a strange, unsettling way.

    Maybe golden retrievers just… smile a lot?

    She turned her gaze towards the window, pretending to admire the scenery, her lips curving into a small, secret smile.

    ………………

    They arrived at the luxury apartment complex, its sleek, modern architecture a stark contrast to the ancient Tang estate. Celeste drove into the underground parking garage, parking in her designated spot, then they took the elevator to Adele’s new… home.

    There were other residents in the elevator, their curious gazes lingering on the two girls, their whispers a testament to their… interest.

    Celeste, sensing their scrutiny, instinctively pulled Adele closer, her arm wrapping around her waist, her touch possessive.

    Adele, her cheeks flushing, leaned against Celeste, her voice a soft, playful whine.

    “S-Stop it… people are watching…”

    “We can… do that later… at home~”

    The other residents, their expressions a mixture of amusement and… something else, quickly averted their gazes, giving the two girls their space.

    Kids these days… so bold!

    That blonde girl… she’s gorgeous…

    They reached Adele’s floor, and Adele, pinching Celeste’s butt, hard, a mischievous glint in her eyes, stepped out of the elevator, clinging to Celeste for support, her posture a perfect imitation of a… clingy girlfriend.

    Celeste, suppressing a gasp, her body responding to Adele’s touch with a warmth that spread through her limbs, a tingling sensation that made her… weak, followed Adele, her heart pounding with a mixture of pain and… pleasure.

    “You naughty puppy!” Adele hissed, her voice a playful reprimand. “Taking advantage of me like this… in public!”

    “I-I wasn’t…” Celeste stammered, her cheeks burning.

    “Don’t lie! You were practically drooling!”

    Celeste, flustered, clapped a hand over her mouth, her mind racing. Was I really that obvious?

    And then… another pinch, this one even harder, making her gasp, her voice echoing through the empty hallway.

    “Ah~”

    Adele, her hand lingering on Celeste’s backside, a satisfied smile curving her lips, wasn’t sure if that had been a punishment… or a reward.

    What if… what if she enjoys it?

    Maybe this is the price I pay for having a… naughty puppy.

    She sighed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation, then she turned towards the door, its sleek black surface a symbol of… luxury, of… new beginnings.

    “Open the door, Celeste,” she said, her voice regaining its authority. “Did they deliver everything?”

    “Yes, Master,” Celeste said, fumbling for her keys. “Everything is… ready.”

    “Good~”

    The door swung open, revealing a spacious, modern apartment that made Adele’s heart skip a beat, her eyes widening with a delight that was… unfiltered.

    It was the kind of apartment she had always dreamed of, back in her previous life: a spacious, well-appointed unit in a prime location, close to the academy, close to the hospital, with a balcony, a small garden… It was perfect.

    She slipped on the soft, plush slippers that Celeste had provided, then she was off, exploring her new domain, her movements a whirlwind of excitement, her laughter echoing through the empty rooms.

    She bounced on the sofa, testing its luxurious softness, then she explored the master bedroom, claiming it as her own, her gaze lingering on the walk-in closet, the spacious bathroom…

    She stepped out onto the balcony, the warm sunlight and gentle breeze caressing her skin, her fingers brushing against the delicate petals of the roses that lined the railing.

    Celeste, watching her, her heart overflowing with a joy that was both genuine and… unnatural, leaned against the wall, her gaze fixed on Adele, her smile… uncontrollable. The magic crest on her abdomen pulsed with a warmth that spread through her limbs, a comforting sensation that chased away the shadows.

    Adele, her exploration complete, her excitement fading, turned to face Celeste, her arms reaching out, pulling her into a tight embrace. She buried her face in Celeste’s chest, her cheek rubbing against the soft fabric of her blouse, her touch… unabashedly affectionate.

    Celeste, her cheeks burning, her body responding to Adele’s touch with a warmth that made her… weak, simply stood there, her arms wrapped around Adele, her heart pounding in her chest, the magic crest on her abdomen radiating a heat that spread through her limbs, a tingling sensation that made her… tremble.

    “Celeste~ Good puppy!” Adele murmured, her voice a soft purr.

    Celeste, her heart melting, couldn’t understand. She, a vampire noble, had never experienced the… significance, the emotional weight, that a house, a home, held for someone like Adele.

    Adele, in her previous life, had struggled to pay her mortgage, her dream of owning a home a distant, unattainable fantasy. To be given such a… gift… it was a dream come true.

    It was the perfect reward.

    And for that… she could forgive Celeste for her earlier… transgressions.

    But she wouldn’t punish her. Not this time.

    In fact… she would reward her.

    But how?

    She thought for a moment, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous light.

    And then… she smiled.

    I have an idea~

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 49

    Chapter 49: The Pet Fox Who Tangles Fate

    “Bang!”

    “Seal the city! Don’t let them escape!”

    Hilna slammed her hand on the table and jumped to her feet. If Kailun escaped, she would lose her best leverage against the Grand Duke.

    “Yes, Your Highness!” Shirley rushed out to carry out her orders.

    Hilna stared at Shirley’s retreating figure, her mind racing. “What went wrong? Why did he suddenly run away? Did he receive news of Duke Stamp’s reinforcements?”

    She clutched her head in frustration, her beautiful hair falling into disarray.

    She was on the verge of a breakdown before even becoming Queen. She couldn’t imagine what life would be like after ascending the throne.

    Ten minutes later, Shirley returned with bad news. “Your Highness, it’s too late! Kailun has already escaped the city! Our knights couldn’t catch up!”

    “…”

    “I understand. You’re dismissed.” Hilna’s voice was low and defeated.

    “But Your Highness…” Shirley tried to protest.

    Hilna’s voice turned cold. “I said you’re dismissed. I’ll handle Kailun.”

    “Yes, Your Highness…”

    …

    Apart from Roden, Kailun had only brought a dozen attendants with him.

    He wasn’t worried about Hilna attacking his manor while he was away. Its defenses could hold for at least half a day, giving him enough time to return with reinforcements.

    While a few thousand knights might seem insignificant, it was a considerable force for the Xiya Kingdom, whose main army was stationed at the border.

    They rode towards the Lier River without stopping, reaching their destination within half an hour.

    A large caravan of over a thousand people awaited them. Kailun instantly recognized it as the vanguard of the Silver Moon Knights.

    Although they were all cloaked in black, their slender figures couldn’t conceal their true identities from him.

    At the front of the “caravan,” he spotted the silver-haired figure he had missed so dearly.

    Afra. Her beautiful silver hair, golden eyes, and stunning features, tinged with a hint of heroism, captivated him.

    She wasn’t wearing a robe. Instead, she was clad in a white military uniform, her armor accentuating her curves. Every time he looked at her slender waist, he wondered if he could snap it with a single squeeze.

    Afra’s beauty was radiant and unforgettable. She held a special place in his heart.

    Their eyes met. Hers were calm, like an older sister looking at her younger brother.

    His were filled with longing and possessiveness. He wanted to capture this light, to hold it close.

    He also noticed the fox-eared woman standing before Afra. She was crouching by the riverbank, her slender fingers playing with the water, seemingly bored.

    If he hadn’t known of her existence, he might not have even noticed her.

    Sensing his gaze, she stood up, dusting off her hands, and looked at him curiously, her white fox ears twitching playfully.

    He instinctively looked down, hoping to catch a glimpse of her tail, but he saw nothing.

    “Young Master, she’s dangerous.”

    Roden, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, his voice laced with caution. He could sense the immense pressure emanating from the fox-eared woman.

    “It’s fine. She won’t attack us now.”

    Kailun stepped out of the carriage and walked towards them, meeting their gazes.

    “Strange eyes, strange scent, strange fate lines… If there were such a thing as a Creator, I would think you were a cosmic joke. You seem to know me?”

    The fox-eared woman spoke first, her smile both alluring and unsettling, a completely different flavor from Ella’s.

    Her red robe concealed her figure. Only by removing that veil of mystery would one discover the true extent of her… assets.

    “Not really. I’ve simply read about you in some scrolls and formed some theories.”

    Kailun shook his head and moved closer to Afra. The fox woman’s gaze was becoming increasingly predatory.

    “You’re so interesting. The fate magic I practice compels me to approach you, to understand you, to dissect you, and then to reshape you. I see countless fate lines converging upon you. It seems the world’s changes are all centered around you. No wonder the person I’ve been waiting for hasn’t appeared. You snatched him away, didn’t you?”

    Her pink, slitted pupils were fixed on him, her fox ears twitching excitedly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

    Kailun had reached Afra’s side. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand a word you’re saying.”

    “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. Or rather, I can’t kill you. Just looking at those terrifying fate lines makes my head spin. I can’t afford that kind of backlash. But seeing your rebellious spirit, how about joining our side? I’ll personally welcome you.”

    She winked at him suggestively.

    Kailun: “…”

    If not for the power she radiated, he might have flirted back.

    Just you wait. Once he was strong enough, he would turn this foolish fox into his pet.

    He already had a dog. What was one more pet?

    Seeing her in person confirmed his suspicions. The world was changing, and the Xiya Kingdom was about to become the center of the storm.

    But there was still time. He set a small goal: conquer the Xiya Kingdom within three days and turn both princesses into his personal playthings.

    “It’s getting late. I’ve been waiting for three days. I need to rest. Hopefully, next time we meet, you’ll be a corpse. Then I can finally study you properly. Farewell, my little puppet. Hehehe…”

    With a creepy giggle, she vanished into thin air. No one saw how she did it.

    “She’s dangerous. I’m no match for her.” Afra finally spoke, her voice as cold as ever.

    “It’s fine. She’s just a lost pet.”

    He embraced Afra, his head resting on her chest.

    It was a shame she was wearing armor. Otherwise, he could have enjoyed her softness more fully.

    He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent, his restless heart calming down.

    “Afra, will you stay by my side from now on?”

    He whispered after a long silence.

    “Yes.”

    A rare smile softened her cold features as she looked at the matured Kailun.

    “Let’s be like we were when we were kids. Eat together, bathe together, sleep together. Okay?”

    “Hmm~”

    She pondered for a moment, recalling their childhood memories, and then nodded softly.

    He smiled, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

    This time, he wouldn’t hesitate. Even if it meant resorting to underhanded tactics, he would claim her, body and soul.

    He preferred action over regret. He wanted to tell her, loud and clear, that he wanted to watch the sunrise with her.

    Besides, her favorability towards him was already incredibly high.

    [Afra’s favorability towards you has increased by 1 due to your intimate behavior. Current favorability: 90.]

    …

    Around noon, Hilna, who had just taken a calming potion and was preparing to make her move against Lodis, was startled by Shirley’s panicked voice.

    “Your Highness! Your Highness! Good news! Oh, no, bad news!”

    Hilna clutched her chest, struggling to catch her breath.

    “What’s the good news?”

    “Kailun is back!”

    “And the bad news?”

    “He brought a thousand people with him!”

    “？？?”

     

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    Afra

     

    Fox girl

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 48

    Chapter 48: Kailun Touches the Future

    [Paul, realizing he’s been played, is enraged and retreats into himself. Favorability -2. Current favorability: -92.]

    Paul and Jones’s cries of pain reached them from across the street.

    “You were targeting Paul all along, weren’t you?”

    Anna, her emotions now under control, asked, tugging on his sleeve.

    “You already know the answer, don’t you? If you want to hate me, I suggest you hate me with all your heart.”

    “Yes, I do hate you. I want to kill you.” She averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

    “You can’t kill me. I gave you the chance last night, but your legs couldn’t crush me. Instead, you kept crying out, ‘I’m dying, I’m dying.’ I wonder if you truly meant it.”

    He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

    Her sapphire eyes were clear and bright, sparkling in the sunlight.

    She blushed as he teased her about their previous night’s activities. She closed her eyes and mumbled, “I didn’t.”

    “Whether you did or not is irrelevant. When we’re in public, you’ll address me as ‘Master.’ At home, you can call me ‘Godfather’ or ‘Daddy.’”

    He pinched her cheek playfully and glanced back at Paul’s house. Someone was handing a bag of gold coins to Roden.

    Confirming that Paul could no longer provide any favorability points, he led Anna towards the carriage. “Let’s go home. We have to welcome our esteemed commander.”

    Before stepping into the carriage, Anna glanced back at Paul’s house. Then, biting her lip, she resolutely followed Kailun.

    As they left the street, Kailun spotted Loston lurking at a corner.

    Poor Paul. His misfortunes were far from over.

    …

    Meanwhile, Hilna, after delegating the task of confiscating the Vickroy family’s assets to Kostja, examined the antidote. She confirmed that it was effective against the poison afflicting the women from the Loya Ballroom.

    However, she needed to keep a portion of the antidote to blackmail Lodis and the others. This angered the madam, who was running low on doses.

    She vehemently protested Hilna’s betrayal, demanding compensation. After a series of negotiations, she agreed to give Hilna more time.

    As the madam left with fifteen doses of the antidote, Shirley asked, “Your Highness, why were you so polite to her? She’s just a brothel madam.”

    Hilna massaged her temples, her head pounding. “She may be a madam, but she’s from the Loya Ballroom. You may not know this, but the Loya Ballroom is a global organization. They’re not just a brothel; they’re also a highly effective intelligence network. And they’ve announced that someone important is coming to the Xiya Kingdom. Do you really think this is the time to antagonize them?”

    Countless pieces of information swirled in her mind, threatening to overwhelm her.

    Not only was the Loya Ballroom making moves, but she had also received reports of activity from the Divine Church.

    And the Grand Duke, stationed at the border, seemed to be mobilizing his troops in secret. He had consolidated his businesses yesterday and was stockpiling grain. All signs pointed to an impending war.

    Thankfully, his base was far from the Royal City. Even if he wanted to act, it would take him at least three days, giving her time to prepare.

    Shirley, noticing the dark circles under Hilna’s eyes, offered a weak, “You’re working too hard, Your Highness.”

    “It’s worth it, as long as I can eliminate Kailun.”

    She took a sip of tea. “Once Lodis and the others succumb to the poison, we’ll use the antidote to blackmail them. If we can force them to surrender control of the Royal Guard and have the Divine Church retreat a hundred miles, we’ll have won half the battle.”

    Despite her confident words, the thought of Kailun filled her with unease.

    She massaged her temples again. The headache was slowing her thoughts, making it difficult to think clearly.

    Apart from Duke Stamp’s reinforcements, she had revealed all her cards. How many tricks did Kailun have up his sleeve?

    Had he been planning this all along?

    She hugged herself, a shiver running down her spine.

    “Shirley, do you think it would have been better if we had offered Kailun an olive branch from the start?”

    Shirley: “Huh?”

    …

    [Hilna’s fear, anger, and regret have further decreased her favorability towards you. Current favorability: -50.]

    Kailun received the notification upon returning home. However, he was more concerned about another matter.

    “Roden, are you sure Afra encountered a woman in a red robe, wielding a white staff, wearing a white flower crown, and sporting fox ears?”

    He looked at Roden with a grave expression. The biggest deviation from his past life had finally occurred.

    “Yes, Young Master. According to Commander Afra’s description, that’s exactly what she encountered. And she said the woman’s strength was terrifying. Even she was no match for her.”

    Roden read from the magic letter, relaying Afra’s message.

    “Do you know who she is, Young Master?” He asked, noticing Kailun’s frown.

    “Yes, I know her. Quite well, in fact. That woman is someone I’m very familiar with.”

    Kailun massaged his temples. “Roden, you’re familiar with the Abyss, right?”

    “I’ve read about them in some forbidden scrolls. They’re an evil race that was banished to the Abyss many years ago.”

    “That’s not entirely inaccurate. They were indeed banished. According to the normal course of events, the Abyss faction will launch a probing attack against the human realm in a month. The Divine Church will be the main representative of the human side. Afra encountered a core member of the Abyss. But why is she here at this time?”

    The thought of the fox-eared woman filled him with unease. He really didn’t want to see her again.

    Although their time together in his past life had been brief, she had left a lasting impression. She was terrifying, ten times worse than Vivian!

    If Vivian had merely introduced him to the world of pleasure, this woman had been his mentor, her knowledge far exceeding Vivian’s.

    She had been a virgin herself, yet she had constantly mocked his inexperience. She was practically his dark past.

    “Roden, where did Afra encounter that foolish woman? Did she exhibit any unusual behavior?”

    Desperate for answers, he looked at Roden again, hoping for more information.

    Roden, without questioning the source of his knowledge, consulted the magic letter. “By the Lier River, about thirty miles from here. She was staring at the river, as if waiting for someone.”

    “The Lier River?!”

    Kailun instantly thought of Carol. She had drowned herself in the Lier River in his past life.

    Could this be how she had joined the Abyss faction?

    But it had been three days. Why was that woman still waiting there? Could it be that the Abyss faction finding Carol wasn’t a coincidence?

    He felt like he was finally grasping the truth of this world.

    “Roden, prepare the carriage immediately! We’re leaving the city!”

    “As you command!”

    …

    “Princess Hilna! We have a problem! Kailun has left the city! It looks like he’s running away!”

    Shirley’s panicked voice woke Hilna from her nap.

    Hilna: “？？?”

    If she let him escape now, wouldn’t that make her look foolish?

  • Come, Let Me Take You Home 46

    No. 46 The Warmth That Exists Here

    We found Huang Qinghao’s body in an abandoned factory on the southern outskirts of Upper Capital City.

    The air was thick with the stench of blood and rust.

    Under the harsh light of Ouyang Dati’s phone, a bullet wound was clearly visible on his forehead. His eyes were wide open, his expression frozen in a silent scream.

    Members of the Jiang Nan Gang and the Black Dragon Society surrounded the factory, their faces grim. The boy who had led us here was sobbing uncontrollably. Most of the others averted their gazes, unable to bear the sight of the corpse.

    Huang Yingdie clung to my arm, as if I were her only anchor in this storm.

    “I never imagined Upper Capital City would become this chaotic.”

    Ouyang Dati sighed, putting on his gloves and gently closing Huang Qinghao’s eyes. “Did he have any enemies?”

    One of the Jiang Nan Gang members spoke up. “No, he just had a few minor scuffles with other guys. The most serious one was with Yi Yao Jie, but he didn’t intend to hurt her. He just wanted to teach her a lesson, like he always did.”

    Ouyang Dati turned to the first witness. “Stop crying for now. Was he already dead when you arrived, or did he die after?”

    “After… after I arrived… I saw him lying there… I was curious… so I went to check… then I ran away…”

    “I see.”

    Ouyang Dati stood up and pulled out his phone. “Hello, it’s 017. No, it’s not that. We have a shooting here. Can you send someone over? I’ll share my location.”

    He hung up and scanned the factory, his gaze lingering on a small hill in the distance. “You might be young, but I hope this incident teaches you a valuable lesson. Life is fragile. While some people are complaining about not getting the latest gadgets or losing a few games, others have been robbed of their very right to live.”

    He was essentially telling them to stop messing around and appreciate their youth.

    I understood his sentiment.

    I had often encountered such people on my journey through life.

    The wages in Upper Capital City were below average compared to other cities in the country. 2,000 yuan, a decent monthly salary here, was just a week’s wage for a part-time worker at a fast food restaurant in other cities.

    What was even more disheartening was that whenever these hardworking individuals, who toiled day and night, shared their meager earnings online, they would be mocked by people from other cities: “That’s impossible! I earned more than that as a waiter in high school! You’re a university graduate! You must not be trying hard enough!”

    Here, people were struggling to afford medical bills. There, people were complaining about their allowance.

    I gathered my courage and approached Ouyang Dati, who was examining the body. “Any findings?”

    He shook his head. “Judging from the wound, it was a small-caliber sniper rifle. The shooter was a professional. We haven’t determined the exact shooting location yet. We didn’t find any footprints or other evidence when we arrived. This case is going to be tricky.”

    “Yi Yao, take a guess.” Pai Ge, still calm despite the presence of a corpse, patted my shoulder. “Who benefits the most from Huang Qinghao’s death?”

    “Who benefits the most?” I thought for a moment. “Me?”

    “Hahaha, I’ll never understand how you girls think.” He chuckled. “You might have had a conflict with him recently, but there’s no need to kill him to sow discord between you. And even if they wanted him dead, they wouldn’t use a sniper.”

    “Yes,” Ouyang Dati agreed. “A death caused by a brawl is a completely different matter from a sniper assassination. The former can be attributed to personal grudges, but the latter…”

    Lu Kai, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “Just tell us who this was aimed at! Huang Qinghao might have been a jerk, but he was still our brother. Don’t let him die without knowing the truth.”

    Ouyang Dati looked at Pai Ge.

    Pai Ge smiled. “I have the same thought as you.”

    “Stop playing games and tell us!”

    “It’s simple.” Pai Ge pulled out a playing card. “You’ve all played “Fighting the landlord”, right? If you instigate a fight between the two peasants, who benefits the most?”

    Lu Kai frowned. “The landlord?”

    “Exactly. That’s how it works in the game. Now, let’s change the scenario: in an entertainment complex, you instigate a fight between two peasants playing Fighting the landlord, then shoot one of them. Who gets in trouble?”

    Ouyang Dati answered, “Regardless of who’s at fault, if someone dies, the owner of the entertainment complex is in trouble.”

    “Exactly.”

    Pai Ge looked at Xiaodie. “This is reality, not a game. A city plagued by kidnappings, prostitution, and now a murder. The citizens will panic, and their trust in the mayor and the city government will erode.”

    “And if, at this crucial moment, someone releases news about the mayor’s corruption and his incompetence in managing the city’s economy…”

    I could feel Xiaodie’s hand trembling in mine, her palm clammy with sweat.

    “This enemy has no interest in our petty gang wars. Their target is Upper Capital City, and—Mayor Huang Zhiqiang.”

    “You’re still students. You shouldn’t be involved in this. Leave it to us. Luo Wei, take them back.”

    Ouyang Dati waved us away, sensing our fear. “Sometimes, knowing too much can be dangerous.”

    “Haha, you’re still as cautious as ever, Dati.”

    “I have to be. I never imagined this city would be so chaotic… Alright, go now. My men will be here soon. It wouldn’t look good if they saw a bunch of kids here.”

    …

    Xiaodie remained silent, her hand gripping my arm tightly, as Pai Ge drove us back to her complex.

    She finally spoke as we got out of the car, bowing to him and thanking him.

    “Calm down, Xiaodie. Life is full of partings.”

    Pai Ge, dressed in his suit, his demeanor serious, looked like a nobleman in the darkness. “Go home and get some sleep. It’s Saturday tomorrow. Go shopping with your friends, play some games. You’ll be safe in the city.”

    “Okay.”

    She didn’t elaborate, but her voice was still shaky.

    “Yi Yao, I’m counting on you.”

    He gave me an encouraging look, then closed the car door.

    I watched the car drive away, then turned to Xiaodie. “Let’s go.”

    “Yi Yao.”

    She spoke softly as we walked along the dimly lit path.

    “I’m here.”

    She tightened her grip on my arm, her voice trembling. “Aren’t you afraid?”

    “Afraid of what?”

    “A person… just died… I hated him, but I never wanted him to…”

    “Are you afraid of death, or are you afraid of this city?”

    “I…”

    “Xiaodie, death is inevitable. There’s no point in fearing it. All we can do is live each day to the fullest.”

    Witnessing the death of a classmate was a traumatic experience for a teenager.

    “Why are you so calm, Yi Yao?” She looked up at me. “Why do you always speak so calmly about such things?”

    Because I’m used to it.

    I had seen countless deaths, both of friends and family.

    Coming from the future, I had witnessed the city’s transformation over a decade, the rise and fall of countless lives. I had experienced hardship and loss beyond their comprehension. So, I wasn’t fazed by things that terrified them.

    But I couldn’t tell her the truth.

    I was a visitor from another time, living in my sister’s body.

    “Maybe I’m just insensitive.”

    I mumbled, leading her into her apartment.

    “Get some rest. Take a shower, go to bed early. And remember to come to school tomorrow.”

    I grabbed my bike keys from the coffee table and was about to leave, but she grabbed my arm again.

    “Don’t…”

    She looked exhausted, her voice weak. “Don’t go…”

    “I told you, you’re safe in the city. Be good.”

    “Stay…”

    “What?”

    She lowered her head. “Stay with me… please…”

    She was truly afraid.

    “Isn’t your dad coming home tonight?”

    She shook her head.

    “What about school tomorrow?”

    She shook her head again.

    “You’re hopeless.”

    I sighed, took off my shoes, and looked around the messy living room. “This place is a disaster. Where am I supposed to sleep?”

    She pointed upstairs. “My room. With me.”

  • Come, Let Me Take You Home 45

    No. 45 Eyes Gazing into the Darkness

    “To be honest, we’ve been investigating the mastermind behind the incidents involving you and Yi Yao for the past two weeks, trying to identify the mole within our ranks.”

    “Who is it?”

    Xiaodie blurted out the question, then her eyes widened in realization. “You mean Qinghao…”

    “No, we initially suspected him, but Huang Qinghao is just impulsive, not the type to betray his brothers. The mole is still among us.” Pai Ge tossed a playing card onto the poker table behind him. “There’s no real conflict between the Black Dragon Society and the Jiang Nan Gang. Whoever orchestrated those incidents reacted immediately after you and Yi Yao clashed. It was clearly premeditated. This person is dangerous.”

    “What are the consequences if we let this mole continue operating?” I asked.

    Although their nature had shifted somewhat, I still struggled to view the Black Dragon Society and the Jiang Nan Gang as serious criminal organizations.

    The Black Dragon Society had started as a small group formed by my “boyfriend,” Long Fei, on a whim at a local internet cafe. It was like a bunch of kids playing pretend, calling themselves the “Axe Gang.” Long Fei, being the son of Long Teng, the CEO of the largest internet company in Upper Capital City, had endless pocket money. After forming the Black Dragon Society, he would often treat his “brothers” to internet cafe sessions and drinks.

    With ample funding, the group quickly gained notoriety in the city.

    In other gangs, the underlings paid tribute to their leader. But with Long Fei, it was the opposite. Other delinquents, seeing the perks of joining the Black Dragon Society, flocked to join, and the group grew rapidly.

    Long Fei had once confessed to me that he had formed the Black Dragon Society out of loneliness. He craved the camaraderie and acceptance he lacked at home and school.

    What did rebellious teenagers want most? Simple: money.

    Long Fei gave them money, let them indulge in his escapades, filling the void in his life. Their relationship was that simple.

    I didn’t know if there were any real gangs in Upper Capital City, but I had assumed that small groups like the Black Dragon Society would disband after Long Fei left. It was all just a game, and these kids would eventually grow up.

    But Pai Ge’s appearance had changed my perception of the Black Dragon Society.

    Long Fei was a rich kid who had once saved Ouyang Dati, a soldier. This gave the Black Dragon Society a certain level of protection. And now, with Pai Ge’s involvement, the entertainment complex had become part of their assets. Their status had become more complex.

    Which meant that, after Long Fei’s departure, Pai Ge, with his vast wealth, had become the true leader of the Black Dragon Society. But due to his sensitive identity, he had to remain hidden, fearing his enemies. He needed someone to act as his proxy, to maintain the facade of a “fallen rich kid joining a delinquent group.”

    If the mole was indeed targeting Pai Ge, it made sense that he would be worried.

    “Haha, the consequences are as unpredictable as a deck of cards. Isn’t that what makes it interesting? You never know what the next card will be.”

    He chuckled, then gestured towards a man in sunglasses sitting alone on a sofa, smoking a cigarette. “Let me introduce you. This is the leader of the Jiang Nan Gang, Lu Kai. His father is a real estate tycoon in Upper Capital City, a very arrogant man. And he’s Lu Yibing’s brother.”

    “What?” I was confused. “Isn’t Lu Yibing…”

    “She’s a member of the Jiang Nan Gang. Didn’t I tell you?”

    Jiang Nan Gang members frequenting your entertainment complex?

    “She has a sweet tooth. Her brother would never buy her lollipops, so she comes here.”

    I stared at him, speechless.

    So, you have a soft spot for little girls.

    Lu Yibing looked even younger than Huang Yingdie, her clothes and demeanor childlike. She was the epitome of an emotionless anime loli.

    “Hey, hey, don’t look at me like that. By the way, have you considered pursuing Bing Bing?” He leaned closer, shielding his face with a playing card, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “She told me she has a crush on you. If you win her over, with her father’s connections in the real estate industry, half the properties in Upper Capital City will be yours for the taking.”

    I glanced at Xiaodie, who was still confused. “I’ll pass. You pursue her yourself.”

    “Haha, I told you, she spent her entire childhood in the mountains. She has no concept of romance. She’s only interested in things she likes.”

    Just then, the man in sunglasses stood up and flicked his cigarette butt at us. “Hey, blondie, don’t think I can’t hear you just because you’re hiding behind a playing card. I’ll beat you up.”

    He was wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Although he wasn’t as bulky as Ouyang Dati, he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

    “Haha, you’re still as hot-tempered as ever.”

    “Cut the crap. What did you call me here for? If it’s nothing important, I’m leaving.”

    “Okay, okay, let’s get down to business.”

    Pai Ge waved at everyone, signaling them to stop what they were doing.

    “We called you all here today to discuss something important.”

    Ouyang Dati stepped onto the poker table, all eyes on him. “I’m Ouyang Dati, the current leader of the Black Dragon Society. I’m sure you’ve all heard about the incidents involving Yi Yao and Xiaodie. We’ve had our share of fights, but that’s normal between men. We bleed, but we don’t cry. We fight, then we drink together, we complain together. That’s what youth is all about. No pain, no gain, right?”

    “Right!”

    “Haha, so you’re one of us now? Remember that punch you owe me?”

    “Bring it on! Let’s settle it upstairs! Loser buys drinks!”

    It felt like a gathering of close friends.

    “Usually, our internal squabbles are our own business. But…” Ouyang Dati paused for effect. “The conflict between Yi Yao and Xiaodie was an internal matter. Yet, someone hired outsiders to attack Yi Yao’s father. This means there’s a mole among us, someone who’s trying to sow discord between us.”

    His words sparked outrage among the crowd.

    “What the hell? I didn’t know about this!”

    “Yeah, I thought they just had a fight. I didn’t realize it was so serious.”

    “So, that incident with Qinghao Ge was also…”

    “What incident with Qinghao Ge?”

    “You didn’t hear? He was beaten up shortly after he was discharged from the hospital. They said they were from the Black Dragon Society.”

    “Quiet down!”

    Dati raised his hand for silence. “The problem is, we don’t know who the mole is, where they’re from, which gang they belong to, or what their motive is. I’m warning you all to be careful. And if any of you have any information, speak up.”

    “This is troublesome.”

    As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Kai, the sunglasses-clad leader of the Jiang Nan Gang, stepped forward. “Listen up, Jiang Nan Gang! If you’re the mole, confess now. If I find out later, your family will be collecting your body.”

    He was as domineering as Long Fei.

    “That’s all we have to say. Be vigilant, but don’t be too suspicious of your own brothers.”

    He scanned the crowd, his brow furrowed. “Where’s Huang Qinghao? I told him to come.”

    Just then, the elevator doors opened, and a boy in black clothes rushed towards us, his face pale, his breathing ragged. “Boss, boss… cough, cough, we have a problem!”

    Lu Kai grabbed him by the collar. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? Slow down!”

    “Huang Qinghao, he…” The boy’s eyes were wide with fear. “He’s dead!”

    “What?!”

    Everyone, including Lu Kai and even Lu Yibing, who had been silently licking her lollipop, stared at him in shock.

    “What happened?”

    Lu Kai released the boy and took off his sunglasses.

    “I received your message around five o’clock and went to inform Qinghao Ge. He said he needed to pack some things and told me to meet him at that abandoned factory we used to hang out at. But when I got there… when I got there…”

    “Spit it out!”

    “He was… he was shot…”

    The boy’s voice trailed off, his eyes filled with horror.

    “You’re saying only you and him knew about the meeting place?”

    Lu Kai immediately grasped the key point.

    “Yes, we talked on the phone. Only we knew…” The boy’s eyes widened in realization. “No way, Kai Ge, you don’t think…”

    What did it mean if only two people knew about the meeting place?

    “Don’t jump to conclusions.”

    Pai Ge, seeing that Lu Kai was about to lash out, casually placed a playing card between them. “Did you call the police?”

    “N-not yet… that area is deserted. I…”

    “Alright, let’s end the meeting here. We need to go to that factory and investigate. If any of you are afraid of seeing a dead body, or have other matters to attend to, you’re free to leave.”

  • After Failing to Find Immortality 20

    Chapter 20: A Supernatural Tale, A Stunning Revelation

    Mao Ruoyu stumbled back home, leaning against the door, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

    “What… what did I just say?!”

    She pressed her hand against her heaving chest, feeling the clammy sweat clinging to her skin. Her clothes were drenched.

    —She had intended to come clean, to confess everything and beg for the master’s forgiveness.

    But upon seeing him again, she was overcome with anxiety and fear, unable to speak.

    The thought of revealing the truth, of facing the possibility of being obliterated like that evil spirit, terrified her.

    In her panic, she had blurted out those suggestive words, forcing her to quickly come up with an excuse.

    But her tangled web of lies had only made things worse.

    “This is truly a curse.”

    Mao Ruoyu’s face paled, her body feeling weak.

    She would have to cook for Lin Tianlu every day from now on…

    Wasn’t this like walking into a tiger’s den?

    She could hide the truth for a few days, but not forever. If Lin Tianlu discovered her deception, he might…

    Mao Ruoyu slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the sky. “I’m doomed.”

    …

    In the afternoon…

    Lin Tianlu was lounging leisurely on the corridor, reading a supernatural tale about mountain spirits and demons.

    The Confucian classics and historical texts in his collection were well-written and insightful, but they were also dense and demanding. These folk tales were a more relaxing read, filled with interesting legends and stories.

    The book in his hand, in particular, depicted the love and hatred between mortals and demons.

    Of course, Lin Tianlu wasn’t interested in the romantic entanglements of the characters.

    From a modern perspective, the seemingly tragic and moving plotlines were rather cliché, and there were countless ways to resolve the conflicts. It was just that the characters were constrained by the customs and beliefs of their time, leading to unfortunate outcomes.

    And the so-called “beautiful love stories” were mostly just one-night stands and seductive encounters, not worth dwelling on.

    The reason he was so engrossed in this book was because…

    It was quite explicit.

    These folk tales, circulating among the common people, were free from censorship and regulations, allowing the authors to express their wildest imaginations. Even in the information age of his previous life, these stories would have been considered quite risqué.

    The vivid descriptions, the diverse and alluring characters, the countless suggestive poses… it was truly eye-opening.

    Even Lin Tianlu had to admit, the author was quite talented.

    Perhaps…

    The reason the romantic development between the characters was always glossed over was because the author wanted to focus on the more explicit scenes?

    “This is spicy!”

    Lin Tianlu finished the book, impressed.

    Clang—!

    A clear sword hum echoed through the air, carried by a gentle breeze.

    He turned his head and saw Hua Shuya practicing her swordsmanship, her movements graceful and elegant, her azure blade flashing like ripples of light. She was a vision of beauty and power, her sharp aura rivaling that of any man.

    Her movements flowed with her sword, guided by her heart. A subtle yet profound sword intent emanated from her, as if her swordsmanship had reached a new level.

    Although there were no fox spirits, rabbit spirits, or spider spirits in his house, as depicted in the supernatural tales…

    This beautiful girl’s sword dance was a sight to behold, her movements elegant and captivating.

    “Hmm?”

    Lin Tianlu let out a soft exclamation, noticing that Hua Shuya’s attire seemed… more feminine than before?

    Her silk dress was light and flowing, revealing glimpses of her arms and shoulders. Her long sleeves danced in the wind, her black hair swirling around her, like a sword-wielding fairy descending from the heavens.

    “I didn’t realize she was so beautiful.”

    He quickly shook his head with a chuckle.

    Thinking about it, it made sense. She had been climbing mountains and chasing thieves before. There was no need for delicate silk robes. Now that she had some free time, it was natural for her to wear clothes befitting a young lady.

    After all, Hua Shuya didn’t seem like a tomboy. It was normal for her to dress up.

    He was truly blessed.

    Lin Tianlu chuckled to himself.

    …

    “Hoo—”

    Hua Shuya finished her sword dance and exhaled, lowering her sword.

    She pressed her hand against her chest, a spark of enlightenment in her eyes.

    She didn’t feel any fatigue or shortness of breath after practicing today.

    Her family’s Thirteen Forms of the Breaking Army Sword emphasized a balance of movement and stillness, requiring both powerful strikes and precise, delicate movements. It was a profound swordsmanship style, passed down through generations of the Hua family, designed for battle, not something that could be easily mastered with mere internal energy cultivation.

    She had started practicing martial arts at the age of seven, learning the sword at eight. Now, at sixteen, she had finally grasped the essence of this style.

    But she would usually be out of breath and drenched in sweat after practicing.

    Today, after practicing the thirteen forms several times, she felt warm and comfortable, as if a gentle current was flowing through her body.

    It wasn’t that her internal energy had suddenly improved significantly, but her understanding of Sword Intent had deepened. Every move felt effortless and fluid, as if the techniques were engraved in her heart, allowing her to move instinctively, her mind and body in perfect harmony.

    And this was all thanks to Senior’s patient guidance.

    The girl sheathed her sword, a gentle smile appearing on her lips, her beauty radiant.

    Seeing the figure she had been thinking about, Hua Shuya’s heart was filled with gratitude and warmth. She called out softly, “Senior, why don’t we have dinner at the Tianhai Restaurant tonight?”

    “Ah?”

    Lin Tianlu quickly closed his book as he saw the girl approaching.

    “This… you’ll be treating me again, Miss Hua?”

    “Senior gave me such valuable guidance yesterday. I’ve been thinking about how to repay you, and the only thing I can offer is a delicious meal.” Hua Shuya smiled sweetly, bowing gracefully. “Please don’t refuse my offer, Senior.”

    “With such a sincere invitation, I wouldn’t dare to refuse.” Lin Tianlu was curious. “But I was wondering… do you have any manuals for cultivating internal energy, Miss Hua?”

    “Internal energy?”

    Hua Shuya blinked her beautiful eyes and pondered for a moment. “I’ve heard of some profound internal energy cultivation techniques. But my family’s martial arts focus on swordsmanship, strengthening internal energy through years of practice. I don’t…”

    She quickly apologized. “I don’t have any internal energy manuals.”

    Lin Tianlu nodded, not disappointed. He had just been asking out of curiosity.

    Martial arts manuals were definitely not common items.

    If every martial artist carried their family’s secret manual with them, casually showing off five or six books whenever they met someone, like a clearance sale, that would be strange indeed.

    “By the way, Miss Hua, take a look at this manual.” Lin Tianlu handed her the ‘Roaming Dragon Phantom Steps’ manual. “I got it from Old Master Mo. I wanted to study it, but I don’t have any internal energy, so it’s difficult for me to practice. You can try it. Perhaps it’ll suit you.”

    Hua Shuya’s eyes widened in surprise. “Senior, are you sure?”

    “Will this movement technique clash with your swordsmanship?”

    She flipped through a few pages and shook her head. “No, there’s no conflict.”

    “Then it’s fine.” Lin Tianlu chuckled. “If we encounter any bandits in the mountains, I’ll have to rely on you for protection, Miss Hua.”

    Hua Shuya was speechless.

    With her meager skills, how could she… Wait?

    Perhaps Senior was testing her, giving her this important task as a sign of trust and approval!

    And from his words, it seemed he planned to stay by her side for a while longer!

    The girl’s mind raced, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She bowed deeply and said with determination, “Don’t worry, Senior! I’ll do my best!”

    Lin Tianlu’s eye twitched.

    Why was she so enthusiastic?

    But seeing the girl’s serious expression as she studied the manual, he could only shake his head and remain silent.

    …This must be what a martial arts prodigy looked like. Her motivation was truly impressive.

    “Hmm?”

    At that moment, Lin Tianlu vaguely sensed a gaze upon him. He turned his head towards the gate, a puzzled look on his face.

    A familiar figure was pacing back and forth outside the gate, peeking through the cracks.