Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

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Hidden Spirit Mountain

山脚

Feng Yunming paced back and forth on the mountain path. "Why aren't they here yet?"

He was somewhat anxious, looking left and right as if afraid of missing something, but his hunched-over, craning posture was somewhat unacceptable.

It looks just like a giant turtle.

"Uncle Feng, you're doing something thief!"

At this moment, Qin Huaiyu and Shen Wan'er walked over from the path. When they saw him like this, they couldn't help but want to laugh.

However, Feng Yunming was completely unaware of this. He turned back and, as always, went to meet them, saying:

"My dear nephew, you've finally arrived!"

Familiar process, familiar recipe!

Wow, can't you come up with anything new?!

If it weren't for the different location, Qin Huaiyu would have felt like he had transmigrated again, back to the archway of the East Market.

"Stop, let's get down to business!"

He stopped him immediately.

Feng Yunming gave him a resentful look and said:

"No one has come down from the mountain since yesterday; that old bald monk is still in the temple."

Qin Huaiyu frowned slightly. "It seems he's been waiting for us."

"Nephew, do you think it's alright for just the three of us? That temple has a powerful formation, and that old bald monk is a cultivator," Feng Yunming said with some concern.

"Uncle Feng, you're wrong."

Qin Huaiyu smiled and said:

"There's more than just that old bald monk up there; I know of two more. As for the other monks, they're not ordinary people either; most of them are Nightmare Devourers!"

"What?!"

Feng Yunming was startled. "Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"You should have said so earlier. Would it have helped? Did you have any other ideas?" Qin Huaiyu raised an eyebrow.

"I........"

Feng Yunming had barely uttered a single word when he was speechless; indeed, that was the truth.

Seeing this, Shen Wan'er's eyebrows shot up. "What's wrong, Uncle Feng? Are you scared?"

Wan'er, you are truly brave!

Qin Huaiyu was speechless. Shouldn't he be afraid? If he didn't have a trump card, he would never have gone. Even so, he was still uneasy.

For a person, what is most important? Of course, it is living. Only by living can we talk about everything else.

To be honest, he had originally planned to tell Shen Wan'er not to come, but when he thought of her feud with Yinling Temple over the murder of her father, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Because everyone knows that even if they try to stop her, they can't, and she might just impulsively send someone to her death.

Rather than that, it's better to keep people under our noses so we can look out for each other in case of danger.

"My dear niece, what are you saying? If you younger generation aren't afraid, why should I, at my age, be afraid!"

Although Feng Yunming put on a brave face, his bitter expression betrayed his true feelings.

"In that case, let's go!"

With that, Shen Wan'er headed up the mountain.

On this day, she felt she had waited too long, yet it felt too short. The hatred for her father's murder and the innocent people around her were urging her on, but the love between the man and woman was so sweet.

Anxiety plagued every night.

Fortunately, events have made the choice for her, and now all she can do is give it her all.

Backing down is impossible!

Who says women are inferior to men? Look at this! Qin Huaiyu smiled wryly and then followed.

"........."

Feng Yunming, sigh, we're all young people. If I had known this would happen, I should have let my son do it for me.

..........

The cool morning breeze is like the human heart.

The trees on the mountain are decaying, their cracked bark falling off from time to time, and the withered yellow leaves on the branches falling onto the mountain path as they sway.

The sound of footsteps on the ground was jarring, only because the road was too quiet.

Qin Huaiyu thought of a few questions that were bothering him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked them.

"Uncle Feng, do you still remember the white cinnabar grass you gave me?"

Shen Wan'er, who was walking ahead, paused and slowed down.

"I remember, that's a precious medicine, how could I forget?"

Feng Yunming asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Qin Huaiyu smiled slightly and said:

"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask how you obtained it. That precious herb is really powerful. I'd like to find a few of them myself."

"Nephew, you're overthinking it. If I had known, you wouldn't have had a chance."

Feng Yun understood him at first glance, and then said:

"Those few plants were obtained by me years ago when I helped someone out!"

Forehead?

Qin Huaiyu was taken aback, and blurted out:

"Is he trying to freeload again?"

"What are you saying!"

Feng Yunming blushed. "That was clearly an equal exchange; it cost ten taels of real gold and silver."

"........."

Qin Huaiyu, I was really overestimating you when I said you were just trying to freeload. You're fucking ruthless!

"........." Shen Wan'er, where is the equivalent?

"Don't look at me like that, I'm actually in a difficult position too."

Feng Yunming chuckled unkindly and said:

"Actually, this is what happened. A year ago, I was strolling around Xifang when I accidentally met a mother and son who came from the mountains to ask for medicine."

As you all know, there are many poor people in the mountains, and many die because they cannot afford medical treatment. I saw that the mother and child were pitiful, so I thought of giving them ten taels of silver to get medicine.

The man was an honest fellow. He insisted that he was poor and had nothing to repay the favor with, and then took out a few white cinnabar grass plants as a token of his gratitude!

Damn, this is what you call having no way to repay someone!

Qin Huaiyu was speechless; what a spendthrift!

"And then, you didn't send anyone to follow them?"

"You little brat!"

Feng Yunming awkwardly touched his forehead.

"We followed him all the way to the depths where the western and northern mountains meet. The men we sent were not familiar with the area and lost him. Now that I think about it, the man must have been a woodcutter from the mountains. He just picked the white cinnabar grass because he noticed its unusual appearance."