Infiltrating the righteous path? Just another place to be a sycophant.

Infiltrating the righteous path? Just another place to be a sycophant.

Author: zcv37

Summary:

The most important self-cultivation skill is to pretend!

Pretending isn't so easy, especially with these guys; they're all incredibly difficult to deal with.

The Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, the Master of the Demonic Sect, the Fairy of the Righteous Alliance—all big shots, each more insane than the last.

My original intention was just to be a fake sycophant and go undercover, but why are all these guys clinging to me?

I've said it before, the most important thing in cultivation isn't being very strong, the most important thing is knowing how to pretend!

What if I overdid it and they all started fawning over me?

Listen to me, don't pretend to be something you're not good at, or the end result will only be... a chaotic mess!

"Between her and me, the righteous path or the demonic path, you choose!"

I was only forced to go undercover; who would have thought it would end like this?

Volume 1: The Daily Life of a Scoundrel

Chapter One: The Devoted Senior Brother Lu

Heavenly Demon Sect

The moon, like a jade plate, hung high in the night sky, and all was silent. A melodious flute tune drifted from the bamboo grove, and when a night patroller passed by, he saw a tall, pine-like figure playing the flute.

The flute music came from the flute in that person's hand.

The melodious and soothing flute music made the night watchmen stop and listen, for it could gradually calm their restless hearts.

Except for one person.

"How long is that bastard going to keep playing his whistle?!"

In a dwelling built deep in a bamboo forest, a black-haired woman with striking features, wearing a deep red robe and possessing sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, slammed her hand on the table.

Snapped!

With this slap, the table made a cracking sound, leaving a shallow palm print and several cracks spreading out.

"Your subordinate...doesn't...know..."

The maid beside her lowered her head in alarm. She couldn't understand why the flute music, which was clearly quite pleasant to listen to, had upset this person.

"They keep bragging, they keep bragging! But who's really bragging?!"

The maid standing to the side dared not speak, for fear that she might say something wrong and anger this ancestor again.

And this irritable woman in red is none other than Zhao Mengyuan, the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"Your Highness, the one playing the flute outside sounds like Senior Brother Lu," another maid whispered.

"Senior Brother Lu? You mean Lu An?"

"Exactly...that's it..."

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, Zhao Mengyuan was taken aback.

She seemed to have heard of this name before; no, she should say she had quite a vague impression of it.

"The one who writes me several love letters every month?" Zhao Mengyuan thought for a moment and remembered this person.

“Yes, Miss, it is him,” the maid said in a tone tinged with jealousy and envy.

Lu An is a true disciple recently accepted by the sect leader. He is said to be extremely handsome and gentle, and is the object of admiration for many female disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

However, it is said that he is very infatuated with Zhao Mengyuan, the holy maiden of our sect. He either writes love letters every month or plays the flute next to his residence, which makes some people very envious.

But considering that the target was Zhao Mengyuan, he gave up his desire to tear someone apart.

The saintess, you can't win against her.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Mengyuan's face darkened. Good heavens, this guy writes several of those cheesy love letters every day... no, every month, right?

Suddenly, Zhao Mengyuan started rummaging through the drawer and took out some unopened letters. When she opened them, she found they were from that guy.

This guy seems to have been constantly harassing me ever since he became an inner disciple, confessing his feelings and writing love letters.

However, although many people wrote her love letters, she didn't pay attention to most of them. It was this guy who mentioned being a true disciple while writing that caught her attention.

This was the first time she had ever written about a sect member of such high status, after such a long writing period.

As for why, she didn't know either, but this guy was quite the romantic, and Zhao Mengyuan had sometimes seriously considered it.

After all, she seemed to be getting a bit older, and the sect leader was urging her to get married, but she hadn't found someone she felt was qualified, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

After considering it for a moment, he put it out of his mind again. After all, the encirclement and suppression by the Righteous Alliance was becoming more and more urgent, and this was the kind of thing that needed to be resolved now.

She has been exhausted lately trying to unite the various members of the demonic path. If they don't unite, they will eventually be devoured by the righteous path. The top ten experts on the righteous path list are truly formidable.

The melodious flute music started instantly, pulling Zhao Mengyuan back to reality.

"Can you tell him to shut up and stop bragging? I'm really annoyed!" Zhao Mengyuan asked impatiently.

"He used to brag about it outside every day, but I never heard you say anything, Miss..." the maid couldn't help but reply.

Zhao Mengyuan suddenly glared at the maid beside her. Upon seeing Zhao Mengyuan's gaze, the maid was so frightened that she dared not speak and quickly looked down at the floor, pretending that nothing had happened.

She had indeed been playing the flute all along, but today Zhao Mengyuan was particularly upset, so she couldn't help but notice the sound.

When she's in a bad mood, everything others do is wrong, and she's determined to cause trouble for the owner of the flute.

The next moment, Zhao Mengyuan got up, deciding to go and meet this man named Lu An.

She also wanted to see who this person was, staying up late playing the flute and writing her love letters for several years in a row.

Stepping outside, a night breeze blew by, and following the sound of the flute, Zhao Mengyuan found the figure.

It was a tall and straight figure, and by the moonlight, Zhao Mengyuan could see his face clearly.

Handsome and dashing? Zhao Mengyuan couldn't think of any good adjectives, but his angular, cool and handsome face, as well as his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, gave her a feeling at first glance.

A kind of unfathomable, a kind of seemingly very strong aura.

No wonder the sect leader accepted him as a true disciple; his temperament alone is extraordinary and something that ordinary people cannot possess.

Seemingly noticing Zhao Mengyuan, Lu An stopped playing his flute and turned to look at Zhao Mengyuan as she approached.

When Zhao Mengyuan got closer, she noticed an indescribable tenderness in his eyes. Was it because she was here?

So Zhao Mengyuan decided to get closer and take a closer look at this guy.

"I've finished playing the flute for today, time to go home!"

As soon as he walked over, Lu An said this and then turned and left.

Zhao Mengyuan was stunned. What the heck? Why did she leave as soon as she arrived? And she even said she was off work?

"stop!"

Seeing that Lu An was really about to leave, Zhao Mengyuan suddenly spoke up to stop him.

"You called me?" Lu An pointed to himself.

"Why do you play the flute near where I live every night?" Zhao Mengyuan's tone was somewhat cold.

"Because the scenery here is beautiful, it helps me relax," Lu An replied briefly.

"Did you write those love letters?"

"Probably." Lu An thought for a moment and nodded.

"Probably?" Zhao Mengyuan's tone became doubtful.

“That’s it.” Lu An nodded.

Zhao Mengyuan was speechless for a moment. She didn't expect this guy to answer so briefly. It didn't sound like he was writing a love letter and secretly admiring her. Instead, it felt like he was just doing his job.

What's going on? Is this Lu An not the same Lu An as the other Lu An? Or was it just something written for fun?

Are you kidding me? Who would write something like this for years?

"I wonder if Your Highness has anything else to say? I have other matters to attend to, so I will not keep you company any longer!" Seeing Zhao Mengyuan in a daze, Lu An reminded her.

"N-nothing..."

Zhao Mengyuan wanted to persuade her to stay, but after thinking about it, she couldn't think of anything good to persuade her to stay, so she could only let her leave.

"Next time, blow from a distance, understand?"

Watching Lu An leave, Zhao Mengyuan spoke in a warning tone.

But Lu An simply raised his hand and waved, a gesture of farewell.

I don't know if she agreed or not.

Seeing Lu An leave, Zhao Mengyuan returned to her room and told the maids about her meeting with Lu An.

The maids stared wide-eyed at this, their bright eyes filled with disbelief.

"That's how it is. What are your thoughts?"

After Zhao Mengyuan finished telling her story, she asked...

"Your Highness, you should observe more closely. I think Senior Brother Lu might be playing hard to get!"

"What did you say!? Playing hard to get...?"

Zhao Mengyuan frowned. She had heard of this method before, in military books, but how could something like this be done?

"Yes, Senior Brother Lu is probably afraid that a sudden greeting would seem too abrupt, so he's trying to get your attention by deliberately ignoring you!" The maid analyzed logically, "He wants to pique your interest so that he can have a legitimate reason to formally get to know you next time!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Mengyuan had to admit that this seemed to involve a blind spot in her knowledge.

But it also seems quite interesting.

Zhao Mengyuan pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's trying to play hard to get, isn't he? Fine, then I'll play along!"

Chapter Two: Senior Brother Lu's Love Letter

In the bamboo forest at night, the melodious sound of a flute echoes through the empty valley.

Having spent years playing the flute beside the secluded bamboo grove, Lu An had begun to imbue his playing with a touch of Zen.

Although Zhao Mengyuan had told him not to play the flute here anymore, Lu An hadn't paid much attention and hadn't agreed.

It was time to play the flute again, right on time. He had become the personal flute player of the secluded bamboo forest, just like clocking in for work.

Zhao Mengyuan clenched her fists, her body trembled slightly, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged out.

The two maids beside her were starting to panic as they watched Zhao Mengyuan tremble slightly.

These past few days, they've been constantly harassed by Zhao Mengyuan. Now that Zhao Mengyuan is still acting this way, their lives are probably going to get even worse.

It's all Senior Brother Lu's fault! Didn't I already warn you to stop bragging? Why did you still have to brag?!

Now they just want Lu An to stop whistling, otherwise they don't know what kind of trouble he'll be in.

But they dared not say it, for neither a saintess nor a true disciple were people they could afford to offend.

"Bring me those love letters."

"love letter?"

The two maids were stunned for a moment, clearly taken aback by the order.

"Didn't you collect a whole box of them? I didn't even see it, but you all saw it!"

Zhao Mengyuan suddenly said something, and the two maids immediately understood. One of the maids hurriedly ran out of the room and brought in a box of love letters.

Zhao Mengyuan looked at the box of love letters, her lips twitching slightly.

Did Lu An write that many love letters?

"Are you treating these love letters I gave you as collectibles?"

The two maids lowered their heads, not daring to speak.