After Transmigrating Into The Book, The Villain Only Wanted To Destroy The World - Chapter 4

Mo Rubai had intended to venture deeper, but before he had gone far, he sensed a faint presence nearby.

It was actually Immortal Lingzhi!

Why was he here? Mo Rubai scanned the surroundings, seeing nothing but trees. Had the Immortal encountered something troublesome that caused him to collapse?

Mo Rubai watched him with hesitation, afraid to act. In the Lingxiao Sect, who did not know of Immortal Lingzhi’s fearsome reputation? The Junior Uncle always kept to himself, never associating with outsiders or taking disciples, except for the Sect Leader and his own master, Yuan Jiangning.

Moreover, Mo Rubai’s eyes glinted with murderous intent. This man was very likely the murderer of his adoptive father!

Mo Rubai recalled what his adoptive mother had told him. His adoptive father had been a cultivator in a small sect, but three years later, he had fled the sect in a state of madness, claiming that someone named Shen Ming was out to take his life. The entire sect had been wiped out, and his father had only survived because he happened to be away that day.

At that time, Mo Rubai was only three years old, having just been adopted, and remembered nothing. But his father could not hide for long. Two years later, Mo Rubai had been hidden in a rice bin by his mother, forced to watch as a man slaughtered his parents and everyone else in the village.

Mo Rubai closed his eyes and composed himself. He suspected that this Shen Ming was none other than Shen Zhiwei. Yet, without definitive proof, he dared not act. After all, he had only caught a glimpse of a long sword and a side profile that day. There were many people in the world who looked alike, and if Shen Zhiwei truly were the Shen Ming who slaughtered a whole sect, why would the Lingxiao Sect have accepted him?

However, once the seed of suspicion was planted, it was not easily uprooted. Furthermore, Mo Rubai could sense that the Immortal did not like him. Consequently, he wanted to turn and leave.

Yet, perhaps reconsidering, Mo Rubai gritted his teeth and ultimately decided to bring the man back.

Just as he lifted the Immortal, the man suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with murderous intent. Fortunately, Mo Rubai reacted quickly and dodged. Otherwise, one move from the Immortal would have likely snapped his neck.

“Ugh.” Upon hearing a soft grunt and realizing the Immortal had passed out again, Mo Rubai finally exhaled in relief, lingering fear still chilling his spine.

Flying on swords was prohibited within the Lingxiao Sect, and fortunately, the Immortal’s residence was not far. As Mo Rubai carried the large man, he drew many strange stares along the way. However, whenever someone tried to ask a question, they would see the face of the man on Mo Rubai’s back and scramble away as if they had seen a ghost.

Mo Rubai thought to himself that the Immortal’s reputation for cruelty was comparable to the ten great demonic beasts.

“Ah Bai, give Zhiwei to me. You may go now.”

Mo Rubai felt the weight on his back vanish. The ferocious Immortal was now being held in the arms of another person. It was his master, Yuan Jiangning.

“Master,” Mo Rubai explained dryly, “I encountered Junior Uncle while I was gathering herbs, so…”

“I understand. Go on.”

“Yes, Master.”

At that moment, Shen Zhiwei slowly opened his eyes.

He had actually awakened halfway back, while on Mo Rubai’s back. The events from his dream were still fresh in his mind, and Shen Zhiwei had desperately wanted to snap the man’s neck to nip the future in the bud. But the moment the thought crossed his mind, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his heart.

Mo Rubai was the child of destiny in this world; how could he be killed so easily?

Therefore, he could only grit his teeth and endure the pain until he was transferred into the arms of another man.

“Junior Brother, are you awake?” Yuan Jiangning looked at Shen Zhiwei’s expression and laughed softly. “Senior Brother did not mean to take advantage of you. It is just that you are too light, and carrying you like this is more convenient.”

Was this his Senior Brother, Yuan Jiangning?

Shen Zhiwei lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, “Then please, Senior Brother, put me down.”

Yuan Jiangning sighed as if displeased before letting Shen Zhiwei leave his arms. “Ah Wei, since when have you become close to my disciple?”

Shen Zhiwei was stunned for a moment before realizing he was speaking of Mo Rubai. “It was just a coincidence. Senior Brother, your disciple has decent aptitude.”

Yuan Jiangning was surprised, as he rarely heard his Junior Brother, who usually looked down on everyone, offer such a compliment. “Would you like me to hand him over to you?”

Shen Zhiwei showed visible disgust. “There is no need.”

If he were to keep the child of destiny by his side, he feared he might be unable to resist killing him, even if he knew it would be futile.

Yuan Jiangning was used to Shen Zhiwei’s rejections and smiled helplessly. “I know you still hold a grudge, likely thinking of your previous disciple. If you do not want a disciple, so be it. By the way, the Sect Grand Assembly is in half a month. Since you have no disciple, why not act as a trial master? You can choose a few candidates to test.”

Shen Zhiwei thought for a moment and nodded. “That is fine. Since there is nothing else, I will take my leave.”

Without waiting for Yuan Jiangning’s reaction, Shen Zhiwei turned and left.

Shen Zhiwei still harbored doubts. The information Sanba gave him was incomplete, and he did not even recall the disciple Yuan Jiangning mentioned.

In the distance, Yuan Jiangning watched his Junior Brother’s retreating back with deep worry. He sighed, wondering when the inner demons in his brother’s heart would finally be purged. If only he had saved those two brothers earlier, perhaps everything would have been different.

Following the original host’s memories, Shen Zhiwei quickly arrived at his residence.

His territory covered half a mountain, yet there were only two lonely houses, one for cultivation and one for rest.

Shen Zhiwei thought, “Is he an ascetic?”

In his previous life, Shen Zhiwei had been a man who prioritized enjoyment. People lived for something, and he had struggled to climb to the top to acquire more. However, after checking the memories, he did not feel that the original host had the temperament of an ascetic.

Indeed, upon entering the cultivation room, Shen Zhiwei relied on the body’s muscle memory and reached for a switch. With a click, a secret door opened.

Shen Zhiwei paused before slowly walking inside. The scene within was far more magnificent than the outside.

Before he could inspect it closely, he heard a voice.

“You beast, you damned wretch! If I can get out of here alive, I will surely cut you down myself!”

Such vitriolic words made Shen Zhiwei’s face darken. He followed the sound and discovered a beauty bound beneath the secret room. Only, this beauty was a man.

“What are you shouting about?” Shen Zhiwei looked coldly at the man tied tightly with heavy chains. “Since you have come to me, you had best keep your mouth shut.”

The beauty was so enraged by Shen Zhiwei’s brazen words that he rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

Who was this person?

However, when he saw the peach blossom mark in the center of the man’s forehead, Shen Zhiwei’s face grew even darker. This man was actually a member of the child of destiny’s harem.

The only man in Mo Rubai’s harem, Murong Baili.