Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"Oh, my princess, don't be discouraged! He's just a closed-door disciple. If the jockey Miezu's script doesn't work out, let's try a different approach!"

After the competition, her best friend Lan Dieyuan immediately ran over, casually put her arm around her shoulder, and comforted her with a smile:

"Look, according to those folk tales, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach! You're such a good cook, why don't you become Qin Chuan's cook and prepare southern delicacies for him every day? Maybe that would be even more effective?"

Huan Du Luo Lan rolled her eyes at Lan Die Yuan, already immune to her wild and fantastical words, but deep down she felt that there was a reason for it.

Perhaps, this really is a path that can lead us closer to him?

The princess of the Southern Kingdom clenched her fists secretly, her eyes regaining their light. She made up her mind to go back and consult the royal chef, to practice her culinary skills diligently, and to make a dish that Qin Chuan would remember!

Next up was the duel between Dongfang Yuechu and Yang Tian.

These two, one agile and unpredictable, the other calm and powerful, engaged in a battle that was both unpredictable and exciting, keeping the audience glued to the screen.

Dongfang Yuechu made the first move, igniting a ball of blazing pure Yang Flame in his palm. The extremely strong and yang flame, carrying a scorching temperature, flew towards Yang Tian.

Just as the flames were about to reach his opponent, he twisted his wrist, and the flames suddenly split into dozens of small rockets, along with water arrows, earthen prisons, and other minor demonic spells he could easily come up with. The variety of spells was endless, making it impossible to defend against them.

Yang Tian, ​​on the other hand, proceeded steadily, forming hand seals and creating a cyan magic shield in front of him. This shield blocked the pure Yang Flame while a faint aura of demonic power surrounded him.

His human Taoist magic combined perfectly with the strange demonic power within him, making him both offensive and defensive. Whenever Dongfang Yuechu used a new spell, he could always quickly find a way to counter it.

What's even more surprising is that he occasionally uses some extremely ancient and unorthodox techniques, such as the "Frost Soul Technique" which can temporarily freeze the opponent's spiritual power, and the "Illusion Array Talisman" which can distort space. Clearly, he has been carefully instructed by a master behind him.

The two fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds. The arena floor was cratered by the magic, and several stone pillars on the edge were broken and almost shattered.

The audience watched with bated breath, cheering and shouting as they encouraged their favorite contestants.

In the end, Yang Tian gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and was forced to use his trump card!

A dark glint flashed in his eyes, and his hands quickly formed a strange hand seal. The seal was black and faintly exuded an ominous aura.

The next second, an indescribable suction force emanated from his palm, accompanied by countless negative emotions such as resentment, jealousy, and greed, instantly spreading out, making the air around the entire arena seem heavy and oppressive.

"A gathering of love amidst countless sorrows and joys!"

Yang Tian let out a low shout, his voice tinged with exhaustion, as this technique had taken a heavy toll on him.

This technique is extremely vicious. It can not only devour the opponent's magical power, but also arouse and amplify all the hatred and obsessions deep in the opponent's heart, thereby controlling their mind and even causing them to collapse.

However, to Yang Tian's astonishment, the torrent of negative emotions that could drive a person with a weak will to madness instantly crashed into Dongfang Yuechu, but it was like a stream flowing into the sea, failing to create even the slightest ripple!

Dongfang Yuechu blinked her clear eyes, scratched her head, and looked puzzled: "Huh? Your spell feels weird, a bit chilly, but I don't feel anything else?"

He was pure of heart, having grown up in the Eastern Secret Realm, where he was well cared for by Dongfang Bu and others. His heart was filled with love for delicious food and novel Taoist techniques, as well as affection for his clansmen. There was almost no place for any dark hatred to remain.

Yang Tian's vicious trump card was like a tickle to him, with its effect greatly diminished!

Seeing that his greatest reliance had failed, Yang Tian gave a wry smile and gracefully admitted defeat. Dongfang Yuechu also felt that this man's magic was unique and his character was upright. The two even developed a sense of mutual respect and agreed to drink and chat after the match.

On the high platform, the expressions of the demon emperor-level powerhouses, such as Wang Quanba Ye and Tu Shan Hong Hong, were all somewhat solemn.

With their keen eyesight, they naturally saw that the source of power in Yang Tian's final move, "A Gathering of Ten Thousand Sorrows and Affections," was exactly the same as the power of the Black Fox, which specialized in ruining marriages and manipulating negative emotions.

But when everyone's gaze swept over Qin Chuan, who was sitting quietly in the main seat and watching the battle, they saw that he was calm and made no comment, so they also tacitly remained silent and temporarily suppressed their doubts.

As the excitement subsided and the competition paused, everyone eagerly awaited the final match the following day to see which of these two prodigies, Wang Quan Fugui and Dongfang Yuechu, would emerge victorious.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Qingyun Peak was quiet, with only the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind.

Yang Tian quietly left his residence and came to a secluded woodland behind Qingyun Peak.

The woodland was dense with trees, and moonlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled patterns of light and shadow. A slender figure was already waiting there.

She had a beautiful face and fair skin, but her eyes held a kind of indifference that came with experience and a deep-seated obsession.

It was none other than Kong Qing, the chief instructor of the Silver Moon Guard in front of Tushan.

Chapter 62 Progress of the Breaking Yuan Plan

Deep in the woods, the moonlight was fragmented and cut into pieces by the branches and leaves.

Kong Qing turned around, her face ashen, her tone filled with undisguised reproach:

"'A Gathering of Love and Sorrow'! How could you be so reckless! Although the power of the Black Fox can help you, its existence is no longer a secret. The higher-ups of the Dao Alliance and the Demon Alliance are all aware of it! To openly use it in such a setting is tantamount to putting yourself on a hot plate!"

Yang Tian suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with excitement and stubbornness, his voice trembling slightly with emotion:

"I'm going to use it! I'm going to let everyone see! And I'm going to make you see clearly, Kong Qing! See clearly who's standing in front of you!"

He stepped forward, almost grabbing Kong Qing's shoulders, but forcibly restrained himself:

"Yes! When I was little, you took me to the Bitter Love Tree and told me that we were lovers in our past lives and that we successfully continued our relationship! I looked at you and listened to those stories of 'our past,' but I gradually realized that it wasn't that you loved me, but that you were looking at another shadow through me!"

"I am not him! I am Yang Tian!"

The boy's words were resounding, filled with a tearing pain:

"What I want you to love is the living, breathing me right now! Not some vague, distant past life! Do you understand?!"

Kong Qing was so shocked by his fierce words that she took a half step back, her beautiful face showing intense struggle and confusion.

Her eyes darted around, sometimes cold, sometimes confused, and her voice became sharp and broken.

"What...what do you know! How could you possibly beat him?! He's so...so..."

Her words caught in her throat, as if she were desperately searching for beautiful memories, but to no avail. Then she clutched her head and growled in anguish:

"No...no...you are him...you were one person all along! Why...why do I feel so empty? The memories are all there, but...where are the feelings? Where are all those loves, those pains, those joys?! Where have they all gone?!"

She was trembling all over, clearly enduring immense mental torment, and even she herself couldn't understand her own state.

"Because she has already emptied you out, leaving only a shell to carry your memories."

A calm voice suddenly broke the silence of the forest.

Qin Chuan and Tu Shan Honghong walked out of the shadows hand in hand, the moonlight shining on them, one calm and the other with a look of regret.

Kong Qing looked up abruptly like a startled rabbit, and when she saw Tu Shan Hong Hong, her eyes flashed with panic and shame.

Qin Chuan's gaze fell on Kong Qing, as if he could see through to every wound in the depths of her soul:

"Kong Qing, you and Feng Xi were twin sisters. But in order to monopolize the power of the Bitter Love Tree, she used an extremely vicious secret technique on you. She continuously absorbed the power you gained from cultivation, the increase in your spirit, and even your luck to enhance herself; while the backlash, damage, and even misfortune she suffered from cultivation were all transferred to you."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, dissecting the bloody truth:

"That's not enough. In order to 'comprehend' the power of emotion more deeply, she even plundered the most sincere and ardent love you had for Yang Tian in your past life. All that's left for you are pale and empty fragments of memory, and endless chaos and pain. You have already been completely drained of your marrow and given whatever you want."

Tu Shan Honghong looked at her former friend in this state, her emerald eyes filled with sorrow and anger:

"Kong Qing! Why are you so foolish! Why do you never resist?! When Feng Xi's incident happened, although I banished you, it was to keep you away from trouble, to allow you to reflect on your mistakes, and to hope that you would come to your senses! But you..."

Her voice trembled with anger, finally turning into a long sigh, "You are both pathetic and infuriating!"

Yang Tian was already dumbfounded and heartbroken.

He suddenly knelt down before Qin Chuan, kowtowing heavily, his voice choked with emotion yet incredibly firm:

"Sir! Please! Save Kong Qing! I'm willing to pay any price, even my own life! Please save her!"

"Get up." Qin Chuan raised his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force lifted Yang Tian up. "Now that I'm here, I have my own solution. You don't need to pay with your life."

Having said that, he pointed his fingers together like a sword, and a ray of light, like the light of the beginning of chaos, swirled around his fingertips as he pointed at Kong Qingxu!

In an instant, it was as if an invisible, intangible yet incredibly strong black thread was forcibly pulled out from the void, connecting Kong Qing's heart with a distant, unknown place.

The black line was entwined with countless malevolent runes and mournful wails.

Qin Chuan's fingertips shone brightly as he made a light swipe!

Like a snapped string, the evil thread that held together plunder and transfer broke instantly, turning into ashes and vanishing in an instant!

"Uh-"

Kong Qing let out a groan that sounded like both pain and relief, her whole body trembling violently, and a thick black aura emanated from her seven orifices.

Immediately, she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat. But her previously chaotic and empty eyes regained their clarity at a visible speed, and a genuine emotional light, belonging to her own, gradually ignited deep within them.

The shackles that had bound her for hundreds of years were completely severed at this moment!

Tu Shan Honghong looked at Kong Qing, who was slumped on the ground but whose eyes were gradually regaining their vitality, and sighed with complicated emotions:

"Kong Qing, you'd better watch yourself. Don't be so stubborn and follow Feng Xi in doing things that harm others and yourself."

Having said all she needed to say, she and Qin Chuan did not linger any longer, their figures quietly blending into the night and disappearing from sight.

In the woods, only Kong Qing, who had been given a new lease on life, and Yang Tian, ​​who was watching over her with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, remained.

The two looked at each other in silence, their gazes intertwined with the disorientation of surviving a disaster and the dawn of hope after a long wait.

Finally, two lines of clear tears slid down Kong Qing's face, but the corners of her mouth managed a difficult upward curve.

Yang Tian reached out and tightly grasped her cold fingers.

The two supported each other as they walked step by step into the deeper night, leaving Qingyun Peak.

The final match proceeded as scheduled the following day.

On the cloud platform, Wang Quan Fugui held a precious sword, its sword energy soaring into the sky; Dongfang Yuechu's fingertips flickered with pure Yang energy, and he smiled brightly.

Both are among the most outstanding young talents. This battle is destined to be earth-shattering, drawing crowds and causing all spectators to hold their breath in suspense.

However, Qin Chuan did not appear in the spectator stands.

At this moment, he was in the council hall of Qingyun Peak.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn. Wang Quanba, Tu Shan Honghong, Huan Du and his wife, Shi Kuan, and the old Sand Fox Emperor of the Western Regions and his secretary Xiao Li, along with other high-ranking members of both clans, were gathered together.

The meeting was a report on the progress of the top-secret "Breaking the Yuan Plan," a strategy by which the human and demon races would gather elites to expand their living space beyond the circle.

All the reports from various parties were encouraging.

Under the leadership of the Wang Quan family, the elite forces of the Dao Alliance have firmly established three forward outposts.

Under Shi Kuan's command, the Northern Mountain Demon Army steadily advanced and wiped out a large number of low-level creatures from outside the circle.

Southern poison techniques are remarkably effective against certain strange creatures from outside the circle.

Tushan has two top-tier fighters, Honghong and Yaya, and has conquered the largest territory.

When it came to the Western Regions, the old Sand Fox King looked troubled and stammered.

Behind him, his secretary, Xiaoli, couldn't help but speak up indignantly: "We haven't made any progress on our end! His Highness was even injured!"

"What?" Shi Kuan, the Demon Emperor of Beishan, frowned. "Fan Yunfei is at least a Demon Emperor level cultivator, and he also has the method of restraint provided by Mr. Qin. How could this be?"