After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

Shen Yue rushed back to her courtyard and swept the tea set off the table, shattering porcelain and spilling tea and tea leaves all over the ground.

Still not satisfied, she grabbed vases and jade ornaments from the display shelf and smashed them on the ground one by one.

As Gu Yunxuan pushed open the door, a teacup flew right in front of him.

He calmly caught the cup and placed it steadily on the table.

Looking at the shattered porcelain and jade fragments scattered on the ground, he could still smile gently: "Why are you so angry? It's just that your scheme failed once. Anyway, there wasn't any real loss, so why get so upset?"

Shen Yue whirled around, her chest heaving, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at him: "What do you mean 'no loss'! I was forced to kowtow to them on the ground! And in front of so many people! You call that no loss? How am I supposed to face anyone after this?!"

Gu Yunxuan chuckled lightly, "You should know that you are facing Immortal Venerable Feng Heng. If he really wants to pursue this matter, it's not impossible for him to take your life on the spot."

"So what if it's the Myriad Swords Sect? They still can't protect you. Your father would never risk his life for a dead daughter like Feng Heng Immortal Venerable. You should be grateful that you can get away unscathed by kowtowing a few times."

Shen Yue gritted her teeth, glaring at the ever-smiling man before her, and said resentfully, "What exactly did you come here for? Just to see me make a fool of myself?"

Gu Yunxuan stood up and walked to her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder and pressing her down into a chair. His tone was like that of someone coaxing a sulking child: "How could you think of me like that? I knew you would get angry, so I came here specifically to appease you."

Gu Yunxuan sighed, "If you ask me, you were too impulsive. Knowing full well that Immortal Venerable Fengheng was personally leading the team, you still dared to frame his disciple. If you don't suffer the consequences, who will?"

Shen Yue glared at him fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense! You know how much I suffered at the Tianheng Sect last time. When I came back, my father not only didn't stand up for me, but he also scolded me. How could I possibly swallow this insult!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, her nails digging deep into her palms. "It's all that Luo's fault! Of all times, he didn't come this time. If he had, I would have only targeted him. How could I have possibly offended that wicked star, Feng Heng Immortal Venerable!"

A fleeting look of intense annoyance crossed Gu Yunxuan's eyes. What an idiot!

You can't afford to offend Immortal Venerable Fengheng, but do you think you can afford to offend Immortal Venerable Wucang? Don't you even know who you are!

He lowered his eyelashes to hide the disdain in his eyes, and when he looked up again, he had regained his gentle and harmless appearance. "Luo Yiyan is the disciple of Immortal Venerable Wucang. You still want to target him? Don't end up not even knowing how you died."

"I advise you to calm down and stop provoking the people of the Tianheng Sect."

Enraged, Shen Yue grabbed a cup and threw it at him: "Whose side are you on anyway! Not only do you not say a word in my defense, but you're also criticizing me!"

Gu Yunxuan turned his head away, the smile in his eyes fading slightly: "I'm just reminding you not to get yourself involved."

Shen Yue knew the reasoning perfectly well, but she just couldn't swallow her anger.

From childhood to adulthood, Shen Yue had always gotten whatever she wanted in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and no one dared to let her suffer the slightest grievance.

But ever since she encountered the people of Tianheng Sect, everything has gone wrong for her, and now she is being forced to kneel and kowtow.

She couldn't swallow these humiliations!

Gu Yunxuan took in the resentment surging in her eyes, smiled slightly, and then sighed softly: "Actually, if you want to take revenge on them, it's not entirely impossible."

Shen Yue suddenly raised her head, a glimmer of hope in her eyes: "What method?"

Gu Yunxuan said in a low voice, "Have you forgotten? The sect competition is coming soon. Disciples from all the major sects who meet the eligibility requirements will participate, and Luo Yiyan and the others will be no exception."

Shen Yue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "How could I not have thought of that! You mean you want me to use dirty tricks on the field?"

Gu Yunxuan put a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence: "I didn't say anything. But in the arena, swords have no eyes; getting injured is quite normal."

Shen Yue slowly curled into a sinister smile.

Yes, it's normal to get injured on the field.

She'll make them pay back double when the time comes.

……

Yu Linzhou's message received a reply sooner than expected.

After reading the message, several hot-tempered peak masters of the Tianheng Sect slammed their fists on the table.

They immediately agreed to terminate the cooperation on exchanging disciples.

When the news reached Wucang Peak, Luo Yiyan was practicing his sword.

Luo Yiyan let out a long breath.

These days, Yan Qinghan from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has been inexplicably treating him as a rival, like a fly constantly trying to get his attention. He's getting really annoyed with him.

However, due to the need to maintain decorum between the two factions, he couldn't fight with anyone, but now it's finally coming to an end.

The moment Zhou Tong and his companions set foot on the land of Tianheng Sect, they visibly relaxed.

They took a deep breath, then another, a look of almost blissful satisfaction spreading across their faces.

Under the same sky, he felt that the air in Tianheng Sect was fresher, and even the wind tasted sweet.

The group said their goodbyes to each other in front of the mountain gate and then went their separate ways.

Lin Zhixu returned to his small courtyard, and Yu Linzhou followed him eagerly.

Life went back to normal.

As the day of the sect competition drew closer, a sense of tension gradually settled over everyone in the Tianheng Sect.

That afternoon, Lin Zhixu was practicing his sword in the courtyard when a commotion suddenly came from outside the gate.

He sheathed his sword and turned around to see Luo Yiyan standing at the door, looking somewhat hesitant.

"Zhixu, are you free now? There's something I want to discuss with you." Luo Yiyan waved the jade slip in his hand. "I just accepted a mission and want to hone my cultivation a bit more before the competition."

"But this task requires at least two people to team up. Senior Brother Minghe is unavailable, and I'm not very familiar with the others, so I was wondering if you were free?"

Lin Zhixu was wiping the hilt of his sword with a handkerchief when he heard this, and paused for a moment.

He looked up at Luo Yiyan, his face filled with cautious anticipation.

Lin Zhixu instinctively wanted to refuse.

According to the original plot, he and Luo Yiyan would eventually break up.

If it's destined that we'll go our separate ways, then every bit of affection we've developed before will eventually turn into a blade, cutting into both of us.

He wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do it, nor was he sure if Luo Yiyan could handle it.

"My training schedule has been quite full lately, so I might not be able to—"

The system message popped into his mind without warning: [Host, don't forget, there's still one crucial plot point that hasn't been triggered.]

Lin Zhixu paused, remaining silent for a moment.

Under Luo Yiyan's questioning gaze, he smiled faintly and said, "Okay, I happen to have time."