I Was Entangled by the Pathological Protagonists [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The sect where Perfected Cultivator Wuyan resided was named the Yaoguang Sect. He served as the Sect Master, and among the many sects in this world of cultivation, it was considered quite reputable.

As for the later plot where the protagonist seeks revenge and exterminates the sect, erasing it from the cultivation world forever, that is a story for another time.

At this moment, Wuyan was flying on his sword with the two children, returning to the main peak of the Yaoguang Sect, slowly descending onto the vast central platform.

Surrounded by swirling mists, lush greenery, pavilions, and elegant sweeping eaves, the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful, like a fairyland. It struck Yan Li’s soul, allowing him to gradually recover from the grief of losing his kin.

“From now on, you will live here. Are you happy?”

Yan Lin approached, the corners of his lips curving into a faint, lingering smile. Those eyes gazing at Yan Li seemed to contain a sense of concern.

Whether he was happy or not was unknown, but it was true that he was about to face misfortune. Whether it was Wuyan’s coveting of the Supreme Profound Spirit Bone within him or Yan Lin’s own responsibility as a villain… he could only temporarily wrong the protagonist. After all, this was a necessary path for the protagonist’s growth; Yan Lin cast off his moral burden without any hesitation.

If one were to truly assign blame, it could only be placed on the Villain System or this plot, whose process and outcome were destined long ago. He was merely a heartless laborer who had struck a deal with the Villain System.

Yan Li was dazed for a moment, then lowered his head and gave a low “mm” in response.

Wuyan glanced at the boy standing with Lin’er, lowered his eyes in thought, and then said to him: “Follow me.”

Wuyan was moved by the idea of taking him as a disciple to keep him under close supervision. Having finally encountered the Supreme Profound Spirit Bone, he naturally had to guard it well; after all, this was a major matter concerning the completion of Lin’er’s missing soul and po-soul.

Before that, Wuyan took out a jade ring from his storage space, threaded it with a string, and hung it around Yan Li’s neck.

Witnessing this scene, Yan Lin naturally understood that this was to hide the protagonist’s Supreme Profound Spirit Bone so that others wouldn’t notice. But his eyes darted around, and he tugged on Wuyan’s sleeve, acting spoiled.

“Father, where is mine?”

His upturned small face was filled with innocence and expectation.

Wuyan patted his small head and took out an exquisite little boat instead. When it came to matters involving Lin’er, Wuyan was always unconditionally indulgent.

However, Yan Lin looked at the jade ring hanging on the protagonist’s chest, then at the even more exquisite and beautiful boat in Wuyan’s hand. He still wanted the protagonist’s item more—it suited his status as a villain.

“Father, this one is different.”

Wuyan could only put on a stern face, feigning seriousness: “Do not be mischievous.”

The exquisite and beautiful face immediately collapsed, looking somewhat unwilling, but he still replied obediently: “Alright, Father, don’t be angry.”

Lin’er had always been this sensible. Wuyan sighed, seemingly thinking of the deceased Han Ji again. He felt a twinge of heartache, but this matter was of great importance and allowed for no mistakes.

Standing to the side, Yan Li lowered his head, looking at the slightly swaying jade ring on his chest. He didn’t understand why the Immortal gave this to him. He turned his face slightly, and what entered his sight was the slightly frustrated expression of the Immortal Sister… oh, wait, he was a boy just like himself.

After a moment of hesitation, Yan Li reached out, wanting to take off the jade ring, but was stopped by Wuyan, who caught the movement.

“Carry it with you; do not take it off at any time, understand?”

Though confused, Yan Li could only suppress his thoughts.

“Yes, Immortal.”

This confusion remained until Wuyan, before the members of the Yaoguang Sect, announced that he was taking Yan Li as his disciple; only then did it receive an explanation.

Throughout history, every possessor of the Supreme Profound Spirit Bone was exceptionally gifted. Therefore, Yan Li’s bone structure was naturally one in ten thousand. This made Wuyan’s act of taking him as a disciple much smoother. Furthermore, adding a disciple with such outstanding aptitude was a good thing for the future of the Yaoguang Sect, so no one raised any objections.

After the discipleship ceremony ended, Wuyan truthfully stated to Yan Li the matter of the Supreme Profound Spirit Bone contained within his body, without any concealment. He emphasized the logic that “the tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.” Only after receiving Yan Li’s oath that he would never remove the jade ring did Wuyan finally feel at ease.

A smile appeared on Wuyan’s face, and he beckoned, calling Yan Lin over.

“Lin’er, from now on he is your Junior Brother. You must get along well, understand?”

Yan Lin naturally responded obediently: “I know, Father.”

As he spoke, he winked at the protagonist beside him, hinting at the “miserable” life he would lead within the Yaoguang Sect from now on.

However, the two were not on the same wavelength. Receiving the look, Yan Li was dazed for a moment, and only the tips of his ears turned red quietly.

Above the two of them, there was actually a Senior Brother named Yan Hong. He was an orphan raised by Wuyan since childhood, but after achieving success in his cultivation, he traveled abroad year-round, preparing for the breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage; he was currently not within the Yaoguang Sect.

Yan Lin, having absorbed the memories of the original host, only vaguely remembered a rigorous figure who seemingly hadn’t returned for three years.

None of that mattered. Most importantly, he was the Second Senior Brother and the precious son of Sect Master Wuyan. With the First Senior Brother away, the sect was his playground.

…

So, as a villain, how should one act?

Bully the protagonist? Trip him up in various ways? Frame him?

Any of these would work.

But Yan Lin believed those lacked challenge. Doing bad things secretly and making others feel you are innocent and a victim afterward was the highest realm of being a villain.

Wait until the very end for the revelation; what a surprise that would be!

For example, Yan Lin broke a certain Elder’s most precious Glazed Cup, but at the moment the incident was discovered, he looked dazed and lost… as he turned his gaze toward the protagonist.

He then proactively took the blame upon himself, but his expression and tone all spoke of his own innocence, implying he was only taking the fall because, as the Senior Brother, he had to take responsibility for his Junior Brother’s mistake.

Consequently, Yan Li, who naturally took the blame, was punished by the sharp-eyed Elder, who felt disappointed in him. Naturally, the general impression of Yan Li also declined.

In the less than two years since the protagonist arrived at the Yaoguang Sect, he had been vaguely isolated by everyone. Naturally, Yan Lin’s efforts as a villain played a significant role in this.

Wuyan saw this but didn’t care. He was only making preparations, waiting for the moment the Supreme Profound Spirit Bone was mature enough to be used as medicine to extend Lin’er’s life.

Or rather, this phenomenon was exactly what Wuyan was pleased to see; he feared Lin’er would develop too much affection for the boy, which would inevitably lead to more trouble later.

Wuyan did not wish to see Lin’er sad, but the Supreme Profound Spirit Bone was something he was determined to obtain.

Thus, every sect has its share of disciples who bully the weak and fear the strong. Without Yan Lin even needing to hint at it, they spontaneously went to find trouble for the protagonist.

However, the reason for this harassment was not what Yan Lin had imagined, it wasn’t that they couldn’t stand Yan Li, a mere mortal, leaping to become the Sect Master’s disciple.

Rather…

“Stay away from Senior Brother Lin’er! Senior Brother Lin’er belongs to us!”

A group of disciples cornered Yan Li, fiercely laying down the law.

That’s right. Although Yan Lin was young, he was already the Senior Brother to all these disciples. In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak, and status determines everything.

Furthermore, his appearance was even more beautiful than that of Sister Liu Shuangwan, who was known as the sect’s number one beauty. This inevitably caused these young disciples, filled with youthful longing, to develop a sense of worshipful admiration.

No one saw the flash of icy chill that flickered in the depths of Yan Li’s downcast eyes.

He raised his head. His current twelve-year-old face still carried some traces of youth, but his features had already hardened, possessing a coldness that didn’t match his age.

The group of disciples before him continued to nag and threaten him, not a sentence passing without mentioning Senior Brother Lin’er, all while vigorously belittling Yan Li. Seeing that he didn’t speak, they couldn’t help but give him a shove.

Stumbling, he quietly tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. But then a light flickered in Yan Li’s eyes, and he unobtrusively loosened his hand. He followed the opponent’s force and retreated several steps, tripping over a stone along the way and actually falling to the ground.

Such an embarrassing scene made the group of disciples laugh heartily.

Yan Lin, who was watching with great interest from the shadows, noticed the figure of a certain Elder approaching. He couldn’t help but frown and unwillingly appeared behind the group of disciples, shouting:

“What are you doing?”

The disciples were startled. Turning around to see they had been caught by their beloved Senior Brother Lin’er, their faces flushed red one after another. They all lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

“What is going on?”

The Elder finally arrived. With one glance, he understood what had happened. He made Yan Li, who was sitting on the ground, stand up, while simultaneously punishing the group of disciples.

Thus, the disciples who had been scolded naturally transferred their hatred onto Yan Li. Before leaving, in corners where the Elder or Yan Lin couldn’t see, they all glared at him resentfully, as if to say: “You just wait!”

To this, Yan Li lowered his gaze as if he knew nothing.

This Elder was named Perfected Cultivator Nanyang. He was one of the few in the sect who had a good impression of Yan Li. At this moment, he couldn’t help but lecture the bullied Yan Li, telling him to show the dignity of being the Sect Master’s disciple and that he shouldn’t suffer bullying from other disciples.

He then turned to Yan Lin with a kind smile, praising his behavior in stepping forward to condemn the group of disciples. Who wouldn’t like such a caring, obedient, and beautiful youth?

Yan Lin accepted the praise modestly, practically patting his chest to guarantee he would “keep up the good work.”

Yan Li stood to the side, his constant silence forming a sharp contrast with Yan Lin. Seeing this, Nanyang could only shake his head and sigh again.

“Forget it. If there is any trouble, come find me.”

Leaving these words, Nanyang departed.

Yan Li pursed his lips slightly, his dark eyes revealing no emotion. It wasn’t until a beautiful head leaned in front of him, sweetly calling him “Junior Brother,” that a faint, imperceptible spark of light lit up in the depths of his eyes.

Senior Brother…