A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

Of course, the prerequisite is that the person performing this action has to be good-looking and have superb acting skills. After all... if you were to have that deadpan character, Red Crane, do this... well, just believing it would seem strange, wouldn't it?

Jun Lian was taken aback at first, then subconsciously took two steps back, coughed twice, and his eyes flickered: "Cough... You're so interesting, of course I can't bear to see you die."

But judging from your tone, it sounds like you're absolutely certain you're going to die. By the way, do you know why you fell unconscious?

Seeing this, the old man standing to the side immediately and tactfully withdrew without saying a word. Before leaving, he carefully looked at Zhou Ke'er a few times, with a slightly surprised expression.

Wow, he's still such an innocent young man? Zhou Ke'er was a little surprised by Jun Lian's reaction. She didn't expect that he, as the young master of a demonic sect, would fall for this... He's too innocent. "How could I not know my own situation? It's just that my spiritual energy is dissipating... I guess I don't have many days left to live."

So, even if you don't want me to die, there's nothing you can do. Can you order me not to die? Oh, right, isn't that what you love to say the most? Come on, say "You can't die!" Maybe it'll work?

"Ha, you're quite open-minded. Aren't you afraid or resentful at all?"

Jun Lian looked at Zhou Ke'er, who seemed to have succeeded in some kind of scheme, and couldn't see any special talent in her. As for the change in the Heavenly Dao, that was too mysterious. "You're going to die."

"What can I do then? Will being afraid make me live? That's a completely illogical question. Besides..."

Zhou Ke'er lightly touched her crimson lips with her right index finger, tilted her head slightly, and asked as if puzzled, "Whether I live or die doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right? Why are you in such a hurry? Are you perhaps hoping I'll die quickly so you can get away and go find that Xiao Ke?"

Then you don't need to stay here watching me. Just walk away. There's no need to waste your time here.

As Zhou Ke'er spoke, she secretly observed Jun Lian's expression. She was trying to provoke him. Although Zhou Ke'er felt that Jun Lian was unlikely to leave now, no one could say for sure.

If this guy gets completely infatuated with Zhou Ke'er the moment he sees her, and immediately starts falsely accusing her of trying to seduce him and collude with the evil cult, then he'll be utterly humiliated...

He'll definitely be kicked out of the sect! It's better for him to leave now. Besides... if he doesn't leave now, he probably won't suddenly faint later, right?

Zhou Ke'er wasn't confident in her... uh, charm. Come on, she wasn't Lin Wen, who had been focused on cross-dressing for over a decade. Being able to do this, under the influence of her surroundings, was already a gift!

"Oh? So that's what you're thinking? From what you're saying... could it be..."

Jun Lian was taken aback at first, but then immediately revealed his signature wicked smile, leaned closer to Zhou Ke'er, and teased, "Are you jealous? Do you want me to stay with you that much?"

"Can't you stay with me?...Do you really think I'd say that? Ha! Please, you're way too confident!"

Zhou Ke'er burst out laughing. "How cheap would I have to be to be Xiao Ke's backup backup? That would be completely psychopathic, wouldn't it? I'm not that pathological yet. Give me a break. I'm just a bitch, not to the point of being mentally unstable! It's not like I'm only fit to collect trash, is it?"

"So you mean that I, the young master of the Demonic Sect, am nothing but trash in your eyes?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Lian suppressed his smile, narrowed his eyes, and asked Zhou Ke'er with a slightly chilling tone.

"Yes, that's right."

Zhou Ke'er nodded matter-of-factly and explained in a serious tone: "Anyway, you like Xiao Ke, right? I consider everyone who likes her to be trash, is that wrong? Besides, it's not like she thinks you're trash, so what does it matter to you? Anyway, you're just one of her many good brothers, you weren't eliminated, it's just that I don't like you."

"So, according to that logic, your senior brother, that old-fashioned guy, is also a piece of junk?"

Jun Lian glanced helplessly at Zhou Ke'er, who was throwing a tantrum like a child, and found her quite amusing. He couldn't help but tease her again.

As for Zhou Ke'er, her behavior was obviously an act. She just felt that Jun Lian seemed to be very receptive to this act, and now it seems that this is indeed the case. Zhou Ke'er is very good at judging people!

"You're right! I agree with you, but there's one thing you're wrong about. He's not junk..."

Zhou Ke'er clapped her hands and laughed, "He's worse than trash, just like the kind of garbage excreted from the cesspool. Only someone blinded by filth would be so obsessed with that Xiao Ke! Oh, I'm not targeting you, I'm targeting everyone here who likes Xiao Ke, you're all trash!"

"You..."

Jun Lian looked at Zhou Ke'er with a wry smile and shook his head.

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155. Starting from Zero to Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character (Part 11)

"But since you've put it that way, then I can't leave."

Jun Lian's expression immediately changed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he looked at Zhou Ke'er with a half-smile, saying, "I just love seeing you hate me but can't do anything about it. What, can you kick me out?"

"Oh, then you can stay. It's your own choice not to leave, not mine forcing you! To prevent you from changing your mind, how about we draw up a written agreement or something?"

Zhou Ke'er crossed one arm over her chest and rested her chin on her other hand, looking at Jun Lian indifferently and saying, "Anyway, it's your own decision not to go find Xiao Ke, it has nothing to do with me. And...where's my sword? Where did you put my sword?"

"Naturally, it's with me."

Jun Lian casually waved his hand, and the sword that Zhou Ke'er was originally carrying flew over from somewhere and floated in front of her. "But you can't use it now, so what's the point of carrying it?"

"What if I encounter danger if I don't carry any weapons for self-defense? Are you going to protect me?"

Zhou Ke'er reached out and grabbed the sword hilt, glanced at Jun Lian, rolled her eyes, and said.

"First of all, you're safe with me. Secondly... how could I not protect you? Of course I can protect you."

Jun Lian raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Ke'er as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Ha, a man's words are deceitful! When the time comes, you take me to Wucheng to find the people from the Wanfa Immortal Sect, and we'll happen to run into the Wucheng Grand Competition... Since the Shanfeng Sect is sending people, how could my senior brother not go? If he goes, how could I not go?"

This raises the question: If a sudden dangerous situation arises, will you save Xiao Ke, or will you rush to save Xiao Ke immediately, or will you abandon me to save Xiao Ke?

Zhou Ke'er scoffed at Jun Lian's words.

"With that old fogey protecting me, nothing will happen to me. Why would I go and join in the fun? I'll stay here to protect you."

Jun Lian said matter-of-factly, then glanced at Zhou Ke'er with a strange expression: "Could it be that you're worried that old-fashioned man will get into trouble protecting Xiao Ke? No way, he's already fallen for someone else, and you still have feelings for him? That's really strange. What's so good about him? Why does everyone like him?"

"First, that's completely impossible; I'd rather become a nun. Second, judging from your tone... are you jealous? Or are you simply envious of him, and it has nothing to do with me?"

Is it related to me, or not?

Zhou Ke'er twirled the ends of her hair with her right hand, playing with the hair in her hand, and tilted her head to smile.

"Heh, guess?"

Jun Lian's eyes darted away slightly, but he still maintained a nonchalant attitude, raising an eyebrow at Zhou Kexin and asking her a question.

"Guess if I guess? You're so childish! Alright! Stop wasting time here, let's hurry up and head to Wucheng!"

Zhou Ke'er pouted in disgust, then urged Jun Lian, and very naturally walked forward quickly, put her arms around Jun Lian's neck, and lightly jumped. Jun Lian subconsciously reached out and hugged Zhou Ke'er in a princess carry.

"You're playing with fire! Woman!"

Jun Lian looked at Zhou Ke'er, who was throwing herself into his arms, with a slightly surprised and strange expression, and uttered this famous line that has appeared countless times in romance novels.

"You're not playing with me, so how am I playing with fire?"

Zhou Ke'er chuckled and whispered in Jun Lian's ear, her warm breath tickling his skin. Before he could react, she patted his shoulder. "Alright, alright! Stop talking nonsense. Let's go! Men shouldn't be too fast, but they can't be too slow either, that's a problem!"

Jun Lian didn't know what to say, so he could only shake his head, tears welling up in his eyes, hug Zhou Ke'er, and fly towards the horizon.

At the same time, the old man who had spoken with Jun Lian earlier was passing by the Demon Sect's mountain gate when he suddenly heard a noisy commotion. He couldn't help but frown and walk over with a cold face to see what was going on that was causing such a disturbance.

There stood a handsome young cultivator dressed in black robes, holding a long sword, with a slightly gloomy expression, shouting something angrily outside the mountain gate.

The old man stepped forward, and the other cultivators around him immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Elder Ji."

The old man nodded casually and asked in a deep, hoarse voice, "What's going on here? Why are you all gathered together, making a ruckus for no reason? What kind of behavior is this? Have you been too idle because you have too little homework? Do you want to be punished by copying the sect rules? Who's in charge?"

"Reporting to the elder, this matter cannot be blamed on you. That disciple of the Mountain Wind Sect suddenly barged into the mountain gate and insisted that we had abducted a disciple of the Mountain Wind Sect without permission. You know, we stopped doing such things a long time ago. Now that we have been wrongly accused, we were naturally furious and started arguing with them on the spot."

A disciple bowed respectfully, pointed at the black-robed cultivator, and replied with a resentful expression.

"Is this really true? Do they really think our Demonic Sect is powerless?! Even if our Demonic Sect is currently peaceful and doesn't cause any trouble, and coexists peacefully with those righteous sects, how can we allow such petty villains to act so recklessly at our sect gate? Do they really think our Demonic Sect is a pushover?"

The old man's face grew increasingly gloomy, and he spoke angrily in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, the cultivator turned to the old man, who was none other than Dongfang Xianyun. He spoke in a clear and respectful voice: "This junior has no intention of belittling the Demonic Sect, but it is an indisputable fact that members of the Demonic Sect have abducted our sect's cultivators. If the villains are not members of the Demonic Sect, then this junior will take it as a reminder to everyone that there are unscrupulous individuals who are using the Demonic Sect's techniques to cause trouble, tarnish the Demonic Sect's reputation, and intend to frame your sect. I hope your sect will take this matter seriously."

If the perpetrators are indeed members of the Demonic Sect, I urge your sect to punish them, release our cultivators, and restore justice to our sect. I humbly request your consideration; I am not acting out of thin air.

The old man saw that Dongfang Xianyun's words were reasonable and well-founded, and did not seem like a malicious framing. He also thought that his young master did seem to have returned from the Mountain Wind Sect with a woman... but it seemed that she was not kidnapped, but rather helped. Perhaps the other party had misunderstood.

Thinking of this, the old man slowly spoke, "Is the Mountain Wind Sect disciple you mentioned a woman? Wearing a red robe and carrying a longsword engraved with the words 'Azure Trace'?"

"It is indeed her! You've seen her? She was indeed kidnapped by your demonic sect, yet she still refuses to admit it!"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Xianyun's eyes lit up, and then she rebuked him righteously and sternly.

The surrounding disciples of the Demonic Sect looked at the old man in shock, never expecting him to have such a taste.

"I wondered what was going on, now I see."

The old man gave a sinister snort—it might not have been his intention, but he naturally gave off a sinister and ruthless vibe, perhaps because he had cultivated demonic arts. In fact, he had never done anything that was morally reprehensible.

Aside from a few truly vicious villains, most disciples of the Demonic Sect are the same, only their cultivation methods are called Demonic Arts. This is why Dongfang Xianyun ventured into the Demonic Sect alone. It wasn't because he was highly skilled in martial arts or had great courage, but because he knew that the members of the Demonic Sect preferred talking to fighting.

Getting off topic, the old man continued, "Our young master kindly saved your sect's cultivators, using many precious spiritual medicines to heal them, and yet you slander him? Hmph, what a fine righteous sect you are! You didn't even realize your own disciples were in danger, and when others offered help, you slander them? How utterly absurd! What face do you have to call yourselves righteous? You're not even as good as our Demonic Sect!"

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156. Starting from Zero to Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character (Part Twelve)

"What...what does this mean? Senior...why do you say this?"

Upon hearing the old man's long speech, Dongfang Xianyun was taken aback. A sense of unease welled up in her heart, and she immediately lost her previous aggressive demeanor, stammering as she asked.

"Hmph, that girl suffers from a strange disease. Not only is she unable to extract spiritual energy, but her spiritual energy is also constantly dissipating. She has reached a very dangerous point. If this continues, her life will be in danger."

Seeing Dongfang Xianyun's expression, the old man seemed genuinely unaware of the matter, so he spoke in a hoarse voice—though he didn't utter any harsh words, his voice sounded sinister and hoarse, as if he were maliciously mocking her, "Our Demonic Sect's young master saw that the young lady had fainted due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy and couldn't bear it, so he brought her to the Demonic Sect to heal her. If it weren't for our help, that young lady would probably be long gone."

And you, as fellow cultivators of the same sect, are completely unaware of this situation, showing utter indifference towards that young lady. Once something goes wrong, you simply shirk responsibility, shifting the blame onto our demonic sect... Hmph! Truly the behavior of a righteous sect like yours!"

The old man emphasized the words "reputable and orthodox sect".

However, Dongfang Xianyun did not notice this. Rather, after hearing the old man's first words, he was already shocked, his eyes widened, his face turned pale, and he fell into self-doubt, muttering, "So...it's like this! No wonder there was no spiritual energy in the marks left by the Jade Trace Sword on the tree. It wasn't that Junior Sister Lan's spiritual energy was sealed by villains, but...I didn't notice it at all!"

He didn't even bother to investigate why the young master of the Demonic Sect would pass by the Mountain Wind Sect for no reason. Instead, he looked up at the old man and asked in a trembling voice, "Since you have said this, and so confidently, it must be true... But I wonder how you know about this? And what kind of strange illness does Junior Sister Lan suffer from?"

"I am not very talented, but I happen to have some medical skills. Although I am not particularly outstanding, I am still considered to be among the top in the Demonic Sect. So I was summoned by the young master to diagnose that girl's strange illness."

Upon hearing this, the old man stroked his long beard, looking quite pleased with himself, yet he spoke with great humility, saying, "I have just come from there. As for the young lady's illness, it is difficult to explain in a short time. Even I am not entirely clear about the situation. For now, I can only use a few high-grade spiritual herbs to stabilize the young lady's dissipating spiritual energy, and supplement it with a small spirit-gathering array inscribed on the young lady's sword to barely lock in the dissipating spiritual energy and buy some time."

"This...how could this be?! Judging from your words, senior, you must be the renowned Elder Ji of the Demonic Sect, right? If even you cannot cure him..."

Dongfang Xianyun finally panicked, but managed to calm herself down. Although the old man was a member of the Demonic Sect, he had traveled far and wide, practicing medicine and helping the needy. Many disciples from reputable sects had been treated by him, so he wouldn't lie or fabricate an illness. "This...it's all my fault! Why didn't I notice the abnormality in Junior Sister Lan sooner! What's even more hateful is that Nangong Shi. I could see him every day, but he was only focused on that damned Xiao Ke. Not only did he ignore Junior Sister Lan's condition, but he also...it's truly hateful!"

"..."

Dongfang Xianyun gritted her teeth for a long while before finally calming herself down and bowing deeply to the old man. "Just now, I was too impetuous and wrongly accused Elder Ji without thinking. It was a great mistake on my part. If Elder Ji wishes to punish or scold me, please do so. However, I earnestly hope that I can see Junior Sister Lan one more time..."

Secondly, I implore you, sir, to heal Junior Sister Lan. If there is anything needed for her treatment, please inform me! I will do my utmost to obtain it! And I will...bear all the expenses incurred in treating Junior Sister Lan!

"The cost of the elixir is negligible. It's just that the young master and that girl have taken a liking to each other, so consider it a gift. As for any other requests, I'm afraid I can't help you with them."

The old man shook his head, looking at Dongfang Xianyun's astonished expression, and said slowly, "I cannot cure this kind of illness. Even if I were to exert myself, it would only prolong my death and harm that young lady."

However, just because I cannot cure it does not mean that others cannot. The young woman's ailment seems to have been described in ancient texts; perhaps a master from the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect has a solution.

"Our young master didn't delay; upon hearing this news, he immediately took the girl to the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect, so she is no longer here."

"I see... There's still a possibility of a cure... The Myriad Laws Immortal Sect, the Wucheng Grand Competition, that means your sect's young master took Junior Sister Lan to Wucheng, right? And they just left recently?"