Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Song Lingyue lost her patience: "Senior brother, at worst I'll give you a bottle of Foundation Establishment Pills, is that enough?"

Su Boyu spoke up at the opportune moment: "Lingyue... deduct this Foundation Establishment Pill from my share."

"It's alright, it's what I wanted to give you," Song Lingyue comforted gently.

Xie Weixing's lips twitched.

When he was twelve years old and renowned in the Qingyu Sect, the sect's resources were heavily allocated to him, and he ate Foundation Establishment Pills like melon seeds.

Even after he lost all his cultivation, Wen Fu and Song Lingyue still gave him the share they had saved from their teeth.

Until the protagonist appears. The villainous male supporting character falls from grace.

Now, even a mere bottle of Foundation Establishment Pills is worth risking the destruction of a spirit core in exchange for.

The system began chanting, "Hold on... hold on... host, don't get angry, don't get angry..."

[So frustrating! So frustrating! So frustrating!]

[I want to read a satisfying story. What's the point of someone being good-looking but suffering so much? It makes my chest hurt.]

[What should I do? Should I just explode at these lunatics?]

[Even if I explode, I can't beat them, so I can only give it to them... I'll just play it safe in the early game and finish the story honestly.]

The comments section was filled with negative remarks, and some people were even willing to spend money to throw rotten eggs at him.

My cultivation level has reached 28.

The system continued to persuade, "Don't be angry... Host, let's not stoop to their level..."

Xie Weixing ignored it, looked at the impatient Song Lingyue in front of him, chuckled softly, and spoke with a slightly hoarse tone at the end of his voice, as if he had just woken up.

"If you're going to be a simp, then be one. What's the point of stopping halfway through, switching allegiances, and then turning against me? Idiots like you would be drowned in a pig cage in my house, you know?"

system:.

Why does it feel so light and comfortable? And it sees two long, thin figures, one black and one white... Oh, they're dead.

The entire room fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, a message slowly popped up on the observation room's public chat.

[? ]

[Holy crap?]

Because of these words, the number of viewers instantly surged to 200, and the live chat became active.

[I just washed my hair, and the script changed?]

[Dude, you're completely ignoring the plot and just stubbornly sticking to your guns!]

[You know what, listening to this made my breast milk flow a little better]

[It's going to be congested again soon. He's been beaten to a pulp. Don't forget he's completely lost his cultivation after you've had your fun.]

Not to mention the audience, the three people present were also stunned by his shocking outburst of foul language.

In their impression, Xie Weixing was arrogant and would never say such things.

"What did you say?" Song Lingyue looked at him in shock.

Su Boyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately composed herself, tears welling in her eyes: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother, I just lacked confidence in myself and wanted an extra spirit core, perhaps to improve my cultivation. If you're unwilling to give it to me, fine, but don't insult Senior Sister Song and Senior Brother Wen..."

Wen Fu realized what was happening and his face instantly turned cold. He stopped pretending to be a nice guy: "Xie Weixing, we respect you and call you 'Senior Brother' out of respect. In terms of character and cultivation, you are not worthy of that title. Apologize to Bo Yu and Ling Yue right now, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Are these three really the main characters...?

[Same question, I'm also furious]

[I'd feel really frustrated if I projected myself onto Xie Weixing, so I've decided to project myself onto Su Boyu.]

[Suddenly realized how disgusting these brainless, universally adored stories are for supporting characters!]

[But Xie Weixing wasn't a good person to begin with; he used people and then kicked them while they were down. It feels like everyone in this book is a villain.]

[I don't care if he used me before...did he really hurt anyone? Isn't this just pure one-sided bullying by the main characters? How did Su Boyu become the main character? How clichéd must the author's taste be? All he does is cry all day, and then he gets his simps to help him dig up the supporting characters' spirit cores. This novel even claims to have a simple, crybaby, cute bottom—where's the cuteness?]

The comments section was buzzing with excitement, and his cultivation level slowly climbed to 38.

Xie Weixing remained silent for a while, a gentle warmth playing on his lips, before suddenly asking, "What's your name again?"

The person being questioned was taken aback, then said, "Wen Fu, don't play dumb here. I won't be soft-hearted."

"That's not what I meant," Xie Weixing said, his eyes filled with kind sympathy, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The next moment, he spent all his cultivation points and swiftly bought a hidden blade from the item shop.

Then he raised his eyes, smiled, and said slowly and deliberately, "Your senior brother doesn't beat up nameless nobody."

[What does this mean? What does it mean to buy a hidden blade?]

[Brother, stop going crazy! You've lost all your cultivation... Are you really going to take down all three of these people in front of you with this hidden dart that looks like a nail file?]

[Run quickly, I remember that lightness skill doesn't require spiritual power.]

[Holy crap, I laughed in exasperation! A Jiahao has appeared in the world of transmigrated novels!]

[Great, regardless of the outcome, the show of bravado was executed flawlessly. Thumbs up!]

[You can leave now, the following plot is a bit gory]

[Run! Run!]

The comments section was filled with messages of "walking, walking, holding hands," but in reality, there were many people in the observation room, and not a single one actually left.

Wen Fu didn't take it to heart at all, and sneered: "Senior brother, you are no longer the number one in Qingyu Sect three years ago. Open your eyes and look at reality."

"What if you open your eyes and don't see reality?" Xie Weixing laughed, "You'll see a pig."

Wen Fu was stunned. After a long while, he realized that the man was cursing him. He immediately frowned and casually raised his hand to wave at him.

He thought one move would be enough to subdue this piece of trash, but to his surprise, the other party vanished in a flash.

Wen Fu frowned and turned to look for the person.

"what!"

A sharp pain struck him, and he almost knelt down on the spot. A hidden dart gleamed coldly on his buttocks.

Wen Fu stared in shock.

Song Lingyue screamed in surprise, and Su Boyu trembled with fear.

Sleeve darts are too light and small, requiring a high level of accuracy from the user. They are not as convenient as long swords or broadswords. Moreover, cultivators have high self-esteem and disdain using such hidden weapons to injure people, so basically no one uses them.

However, if the user is highly skilled, it is often impossible to defend against, and can have a terrifying effect in actual combat.

Xie Weixing appeared out of nowhere behind the three of them, a smug smile on his face: "Hello, Junior Brother Wen. Whoever loses has to call me 'Dad,' how about it?"

It's been said that lightness skill doesn't require spiritual energy. As the Qingyu Sect's number one genius in a thousand years, Xie Weixing's lightness skill has always been at the top of the list; no one can outrun him.

Back when he was playing on the European and American servers, someone bought articles to smear him, and suddenly the barrage of comments was full of suspicion that he was cheating.

Xie Weixing didn't refute, but opened a one-on-one live stream with a simple and blunt title.

[A shooting range duel, the loser has to call him daddy]

The results are obvious.

Overnight, all the haters had a father.

The system stared in disbelief: "Host?"

"You!" Wen Fu cried out in humiliation and pain, "Xie Weixing, you despicable person!"

The man being scolded had a handsome and clean-cut face, showing no shame. Instead, he gently raised the hidden arrow in his hand, closed one eye, and aimed steadily.

"Slap." A slight smile played on her pale lips as she uttered a soft, explosive sound, "Daddy hit a pig."