Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Qin Chuan smiled when he saw her puffed-up and aggrieved expression:

"What? You don't want to leave? If Miss Ya Ya doesn't mind the simplicity of Qingyun Sect and wants to stay a few more days, I would naturally welcome her."

Ya Ya's eyes lit up instantly, her disappointment vanished, and she stubbornly said:

"Hmph! Who's reluctant to part with it! It's just... the scenery here is passable! I'll reluctantly take a few days to inspect it! And see what kind of scoundrels your lousy sect can recruit!"

His joy was palpable.

Qin Li's respectful voice came from outside the quiet room:

"Master, the mountain climbing test is over. Thirty-seven people have reached the summit and are waiting in the square in front of the main hall."

Qin Chuan nodded and said to Ya Ya:

"Let's go, let's go see the future 'oddballs' of our Qingyun Sect."

In the square in front of the main hall, thirty-seven climbers stood in several rows. Among them, the aristocratic spy who had been beaten black and blue by Ya Ya and dared not speak out was particularly eye-catching, but Qin Chuan's gaze did not linger on them for long.

His gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on a slightly thin figure in the corner, which was Li Muchen.

At this moment, Li Muchen was completely different from the elegantly dressed young lady from a wealthy family at the Blue Sky Conference.

Her dress was torn in many places by rocks, stained with mud and dark red blood, especially the fabric around her knees, which was badly damaged, revealing abrasions and bleeding flesh.

A few strands of hair, soaked with sweat, clung miserably to her pale face.

However, what is most striking is her eyes.

There was no trace of the pride of a noble lady or the humiliation of her current predicament in her eyes. Instead, they were like two flames burning in the ashes, exceptionally bright and stubborn, with an almost obsessive ruthlessness.

She stood tall and straight, her bruised hands clenched into fists, like a wounded but defiant little wolf, a stark contrast to the other climbers around her who were either exhausted, complaining, or harboring ulterior motives.

Qin Chuan's gaze lingered on her for a moment, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

This woman has a strong will and an indomitable spirit; she is a rough gem worth polishing.

However, there seemed to be something else hidden deep in those eyes, too intense, and one might easily get burned if not careful.

He subtly shifted his gaze.

When his gaze swept over the bruised and battered spies, they involuntarily lowered their heads or looked away.

He proclaimed in a loud voice: "Congratulations to all of you for passing the test and entering my Qingyun Sect. Now that you have entered this sect, you must abide by the sect rules and diligently cultivate your skills. Today, I will impart to you the fundamental technique—the 'Spiritual Origin Initial Guidance Technique'!"

With fingers pointing like swords, a beam of clear light transformed into countless points of light, precisely entering the center of each person's brow.

The profound and simple techniques are imprinted on the sea of ​​consciousness.

This "Spiritual Source Initial Guidance Technique" is a foundational method created by Qin Chuan based on the spiritual energy of this world. It guides and senses the original spiritual energy, nourishes oneself, and gradually lays a solid foundation, with great potential.

The spies from the aristocratic families, however, felt that this skill was ordinary or even mediocre, far inferior to the exquisite family secret techniques. They looked down on it and their faces showed their disdain.

Only Gao Daqiang, standing in the crowd, showed a hint of surprise and solemnity in the depths of his innocent eyes as he received the incantation!

He instantly understood the terrifying "universal benefit" concept behind this technique—to give millions of ordinary people the opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation!

This is completely opposite to his elite approach of focusing on cultivating top "seeds"!

For the first time, his gaze towards Qin Chuan carried genuine scrutiny and shock.

After the transfer of power was completed, Qin Chuan spoke again:

"Qingyun Sect teaches without discrimination and also emphasizes teaching according to aptitude. Since you all have different innate qualities, temperaments, and aspirations, the path you cultivate in the future will also have different focuses."

His gaze suddenly fell on Gao Daqiang, "Gao Daqiang."

Gao Daqiang seemed startled and looked up blankly: "Huh? The sect leader called me?"

Qin Chuan's eyes held a deep smile:

"Now that you've entered the gate, have you decided what you want to learn? Swordsmanship? Magic? Talismans? Or something else?"

Gao Daqiang smiled憨厚ly and obediently: "This disciple is dull-witted and will follow the sect leader's arrangements. Whatever the sect leader teaches, this disciple will learn without hesitation!"

Qin Chuan nodded, seemingly casually saying, "Alright. Then what do you think of the art of communicating with Yin and Yang and controlling the Five Elements?"

Mysterious runes appeared on his fingertips.

Gao Daqiang glanced at it, then shook his head in bewilderment: "Sect Leader, I don't understand those circles and crosses..."

"Is it about achieving purity and non-action, cultivating qi and nourishing life, and directly attaining longevity?"

The pure energy flows from the fingertips, manifesting the essence of Tao.

"Dozing off while sitting? This disciple is afraid he won't be able to sit still..."

"Ingenious mechanisms that defy the laws of nature?"

Light and shadow flow, and the illusions of mechanisms vanish.

"It's too complicated. I'm too slow to learn it..."

Gao Daqiang shook his head like a rattle drum.

On several occasions, no matter how ingenious the method, Gao Daqiang rejected it, claiming he was "stupid."

The surrounding disciples whispered among themselves, while the spies from the aristocratic families looked on with disdain.

Qin Chuan's smile faded, his brows furrowed slightly, and his voice deepened:

"You won't learn this, you won't learn that, what exactly do you want to learn? Are you trying to make fun of me?!"

An invisible pressure permeated the air, and the square fell silent.

Suddenly, Qin Chuan raised his hand and, with lightning speed, tapped Gao Daqiang's forehead three times, neither too hard nor too soft!

With a cold snort, he abruptly flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and strode towards the rear hall, leaving behind a majestic and angry back view.

The sect leader publicly punished his disciple? And then stormed off in anger?

"Gao Daqiang! Look at you! You've angered the sect leader so much he left!"

"They really don't know their own limitations!"

Complaints and accusations poured in on Gao Daqiang, who looked "innocent and bewildered."

However, at this moment, from an angle unseen by others, Gao Daqiang's clear eyes had long since disappeared.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his forehead, which had been tapped three times. Golden light flowed deep in his eyes, as if they contained an unfathomable starry sea.

Looking in the direction Qin Chuan left, instead of being afraid, a subtle and meaningful smile appeared on her lips, carrying the understanding of the mystery and the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

"Three blows to the head... then left with hands behind his back... at three-quarters past midnight, in the rear hall..."

He silently chanted in his heart, and beneath his honest and simple exterior, the brilliance belonging to the Third Young Master of Aolai was fully awakened.

I looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun and waited for night to fall.

Meanwhile, Li Muchen, standing in the corner, kept his eyes glued to Qin Chuan's disappearing figure. In his stubborn gaze, besides persistence, there was also a deep sense of inquiry and longing.

Chapter 18: Because I Haven't Appeared Yet!

The moonlight, like water, poured down on the summit of Qingyun Peak.

The daytime hustle and bustle has faded away, leaving only the mountain wind weeping through the ancient pines.

Inside the small kitchen in the side hall, however, there was a rare warmth and bustle.

The spatula clattered, releasing a fragrant aroma.

Qin Chuan rolled up his sleeves and was actually cooking himself.

On the cutting board, the fresh vegetables were vibrant green, and the meat of an unknown animal had distinct textures. Under Qin Chuan's skillful hands, they were transformed into delicious dishes that were perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

"Hey! You stinky Qin Chuan, are you even capable? Don't ruin my precious ingredients!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya hugged her enormous gourd of endless wine, leaned against the door frame, and although she complained, her eyes were bright as she stared at the meat chunks rolling in the pot, her small nostrils twitching involuntarily.

"Don't worry, I'll make you swallow your tongue."

Without turning his head, Qin Chuan flicked his wrist, and a tiny, precisely controlled flame licked the bottom of the pot, releasing an enticing aroma.

Before long, several small dishes, a large pot of stewed meat until tender, and a few delicate desserts were placed on the small table.

Ya Ya sat down without any hesitation, popped the stopper on the wine gourd, and a clear and mellow aroma of wine instantly filled the air, blending strangely with the fragrance of the dishes.

"Here, try my treasured 'Drunken Moon Over the Cold Pool'! You're getting a good deal!"

Ya Ya filled a large bowl with the icy blue liquid for both Qin Chuan and herself.

With delicious food and fine wine before them, the two enjoyed themselves immensely and drank heartily.

Qin Chuan recounted some interesting stories about the human race, while Ya Ya vividly described her achievements in teaching those fools a lesson along the way.

As they sipped their drinks, two rosy clouds rose on Ya Ya's fair cheeks, her eyes began to glaze over, and her voice took on a sweet, nasal tone.

Although she had a high alcohol tolerance, the "Drunken Moon Over the Cold Pool" had a strong aftereffect, and coupled with her relaxed mood, she unknowingly became slightly tipsy.

"Hiccup... Stinky Qin Chuan... Your, your cooking... is it alright?"

Ya Ya held the empty bowl, let out a small hiccup, her eyelids started to droop, her head bobbed up and down, and finally she slumped onto the table with a "thud," her breathing becoming even and long, and her furry ears twitched unconsciously.

Qin Chuan looked at her unguarded sleeping face and shook his head with a chuckle. He carefully picked her up and carried her to the bed in the quiet room next door, covering her with a light blanket.

After confirming that she was sleeping soundly, Qin Chuan turned off the light and gently closed the door.

It is already past midnight.

Moonlight streamed through the high windows, dividing the empty rear hall into geometric patterns of light and shadow.

Qin Chuan appeared in the hall, standing with his hands behind his back, as if admiring the moonlight.

Almost as soon as he stood still, a figure silently emerged from the shadows at the corner of the hall.

It was Gao Daqiang. But at this moment, the innocent and naive aura on his body had vanished. He walked with ease, and his eyes were calm and deep, as if they contained an endless starry sea.

"Sect Leader Qin, what a refined taste you have."

Gao Daqiang spoke, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, yet also revealing a detached air of looking down upon all living beings.

"The mist of Aolai, the fragrance of flowers and fruits, the Dinghai staff makes ten thousand demons bow down. Beyond the East Sea, in the Water Curtain Cave, even the Great Sage Equal to Heaven bows down to the immortals."

Qin Chuan turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing straight through that guise of naivety:

"It is my honor that you would grace me with your presence so late at night, Third Young Master."