I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

Thankfully, I didn't give up; I finally waited for you.

I heard your voice.

['It's unbearable to watch. With these main characters' personalities, if I were in their shoes, I reckon I could kill hundreds... That's an exaggeration, but dozens shouldn't be a problem.']

You have the confidence to compete with them.

You possess the spirit to take on a hundred men single-handedly.

Just like... me back then.

I prefer your naive thinking to harsh reality; I really like it.

Go for it! If you fail, so be it. Don't worry about the consequences; I'll protect you for life.

May you have great success in your military endeavors!

……

I really love your naive ideas; I hope they can become reality...

Chapter Two: Heaven and I weep together, weeping for the cinnabar mark on my heart that is hard to protect.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

"Your senior brother still looks as dashing as ever after just a few days!"

"You shameless hussy, are you only focused on your undiminished charm? Didn't you sense that your senior brother's aura has become even more profound? I think it's most likely a sign that he's about to break through!"

Why can there be such a huge difference between people of the same age?

"I was at the third level of spiritual gathering, full of vigor and pride, and I even returned home in glory, where my fellow villagers worshipped me as a god. But my senior brother has already shattered the gate between immortals and mortals and reached the sixth level of creation."

"Oh yeah, my senior brother smells really good."

"Can't you think of anything else?"

"But it really smells nice."

Countless fellow disciples greeted Huang Quan warmly.

He glanced at it expressionlessly, nodded slightly, and then ignored it.

He encountered countless disciples along the way; if he were to respond to each and every one of them, it would take forever to resolve the matter.

His feigned arrogance and indifference can save him a lot of trouble.

[Actually, she just has social anxiety.]

"Could you please stop peeking at me? I don't need narration, and I don't want a seventeen-year-old woman."

Huang Quan was immediately enraged. What's wrong with bragging? Is bragging illegal, or is sharing study materials in the group against the rules?

Do you know how excited those "pigeons" were when I offered them a 50GB link? They all said they'd collectively stop updating to celebrate if the link was real.

A group of HXD members are eagerly awaiting their turn.

Why was he inexplicably sent to this world to die as a 'villain'?

A young prodigy, the soul of his sect, dressed in black, aloof, and handsome, is sending someone to deliver a letter of divorce to his fiancée.

"You're practically offering my face up to her feet so she can step on it."

[It's alright, you can modify your character setting yourself. I'll alter cause and effect, creating a fictitious identity to perfectly integrate you into the world. You'll be the senior disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and your actions will reflect your true personality without any sense of incongruity.]

"Is this what I meant? I meant she's going to stomp on my face!"

Haha, is there really such a good thing?

"?"

[This is the answer that best matches my personality, based on my simulation of your behavior and logic. Please do not question it.]

"I wasn't talking about stepping on someone's face!"

Okay, go on, I'm listening.

Huang Quan's expression became much more somber.

I thought that by simply talking about the passage of time and the existence of cause and effect, I could easily understand the issue of different meanings of the same word in the language of Hailan.

It's he who thinks too much.

"Senior brother! Do you have a moment?"

Huang Quan, who was engaged in a battle of wits with "air," almost subconsciously replied with a slightly angry tone: "No time!"

The girl was taken aback.

The other disciples smiled helplessly, as if this situation was already commonplace.

Imagine a genius whose talent surpasses all others throughout history, who greets everyone with a kind smile and says gently, "Junior sister, what brings you here? Is there anything you don't understand? I'll teach you."

Unless it's a late-night teaching session.

As for other times, is that even possible? A genius doesn't have that much time to waste. If you don't work hard, there are plenty of hardworking people eyeing your position.

Such plots only frequently appear in novels and stories that girls love to read.

In reality, most of these people are idle, spoiled rich kids.

"Um, could you spare some time to help me with this...? I mentioned it last time, it's about your important life event." The girl blushed slightly and asked rather shyly.

Huang Quan was stunned.

Did I mention that last time?

Although the identity of the senior disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect was fabricated specifically for you, it can withstand logical scrutiny and has a real historical basis.

This is a legacy issue, not a major problem. Your original background was one of asceticism and detachment from worldly affairs, so it wouldn't involve too many other matters.

"I said, could you please stop peeking at me?"

"Senior brother, I didn't peek..."

The girl blushed and whispered her explanation.

"Then I'll leave? If you encounter danger, just call my real name. My name is Anran. Silently say in your heart: Anran, save me!"

……

Huang Quan originally had some confidence, after all, he had read three hundred books of tricks and had never seen a pig run but had never eaten pork.

The phrase "save me safely" completely broke his defenses, further diminishing his confidence.

"My life's most important event?"

Huang Quan pretended to be deep in thought.

The girl had no doubts. She believed that someone of her senior brother's age who had achieved his current level of cultivation must have abandoned all emotions and desires and focused all his attention on the path of cultivation. Naturally, he was able to go further than them.

Some trivial matters are not worth his attention.

"It's my senior brother's wedding. According to the plan, the auspicious day for the wedding is in a week. The sect leader instructed us to start designing the invitations, but a problem has arisen during the preparation."

"Haven't I already broken off all twenty-odd engagements? Who am I going to marry? You?"

Huang Quan looked puzzled.

The first thing he heard upon landing in this world was: "Senior Brother, you're awake? I've already arranged for the annulment of the engagement you requested. Twenty-three fiancées, guaranteed to be unique and satisfactory. Women will only slow down your sword-drawing speed."

Gu Qici lowered her head, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes, which she quickly concealed: "Senior brother is joking. How could someone like me be worthy of... ha, how could I be worthy of..."

The second half of the sentence was pronounced very heavily, but read very lightly, so that all that came to Huang Quan's ears was a mumbling, incessant murmur.

"Because... there is another person whose decision the sect leader couldn't make up, and who happened to be preoccupied with trivial matters, so he sent me to ask my senior brother for his opinion."

"There's one more person?" Huang Quan's eyes lit up. If all twenty-odd people were main characters, things would have been chaotic long ago. Normally, the main characters are the last to appear.

This means that he can still be saved!

Gu Qici replied, "Yes, the last one... Jiang Wanyu, at the tender age of sixteen, stepped into the threshold of the fifth realm of Breaking Army, and was a perfect match for Senior Brother. A few days ago, she lost all her spiritual energy in an accident, and ten years of cultivation vanished in a single day. Now she is no different from an ordinary person. According to common sense, she is definitely not worthy of Senior Brother's status. However, breaking off the engagement at this critical moment would damage Senior Brother's reputation to some extent. Therefore, the sect leader needs Senior Brother to make the decision himself."

Huang Quan countered, "Given my personality, what would my normal reaction be?"

Gu Qici remained unhurried, resting her chin on her hand and thinking for a moment before mimicking Huang Quan's tone: "Then we won't retreat."

Huang Quan fell into deep thought: "You should leave this matter here. I'll go and see for myself."

Having lost all her spiritual energy, she broke off the engagement.

All that's left is to ask for their ID cards; how could Huang Quan not understand?

All my attention is now focused on figuring out how to defeat the enemy.

How could a few words possibly win over an enemy and make him his wife?

He was not Wang Situ.

"Okay, I'll be going now."

Huang Quan didn't notice, just as Gu Qici turned around.

The smile in her eyes was swallowed up by the flames of hatred.

"I'm back……"

"The place where dreams begin."

"No... the place where the nightmare began."

"I bear the burden of all living beings and am willing to give up my reputation, but I cannot bear to part with you."

"I do not wish to be emperor in this mortal world, but only to wait for your return. I do not even seek titles or honors, but only hope that you will occasionally think of me and ask with a smile in the morning: 'Is the porridge warm?'"

"How did you betray me? It can be summed up in one sentence: what was true turned into falsehood."

"Someone like me, how could I possibly be worthy of... ha, how could I possibly be worthy of..."

"In this life, I will not seek immortality or be revered for authority, nor will I seek evil and danger."

"I want to tear out your flesh and bone, and touch your heart with my own hands to see if it still has any warmth."

"My only obsession is to go down with you and see the real Yellow Springs with my own eyes."

"It can be considered... that we can stand shoulder to shoulder forever..."