On How to Get a 'Long Aotian' to Win Themselves Over - Chapter 2

Coliseum.

At this moment, situated at the center and drawing the gaze of ten thousand people, Ying Jue really wanted to ask: is anyone going to help him?

F*ck, he was so panicked.

And just a tiny bit terrified to move.

With the giant beast looming over him, Ying Jue’s sixth sense was screaming like a siren, telling him to run for his life.

But Ying Jue couldn’t run, simply because there was a male lead behind him who needed his temporary rescue as a villain.

The pathetic state of the male lead being bullied by the demonic beast made Ying Jue automatically project ‘poor little thing’ vibes onto him. Yet, at this critical juncture, he actually heard a weak “Could it be that First Senior Brother wants to do it himself?” from behind.

Listen to those words. Was he, Ying Jue, that kind of person?

Ying Jue, who wasn’t sincerely saving him, felt a slight pang of conscience.

He quietly stabilized his hand that was freezing the demon beast and glanced back at the male lead.

What met his eyes was the boy’s face, covered in dust and bloodstains. But whether it was because of a cultivator’s superior eyesight or something else, Ying Jue could vaguely see the handsome features beneath the filth, as well as those overly striking, deep pupils.

His aura was cold, his gaze like a hungry wolf. The male lead was clearly still young, with features so exquisite and beautiful they were almost surreal, yet they didn’t evoke a sense of femininity. This was because his gaze was too cold; he didn’t look like he was looking at a savior, but rather at some malicious person with ulterior motives.

Ying Jue was startled by the gaze and didn’t react immediately. Right then, the system in his head set off an alarm.

“Warning: Host’s persona value is too low!”

Ying Jue snapped back to reality instantly and rushed to compensate. As if he had just heard something incredibly ridiculous, he looked at the male lead with a face full of disgust. “You?”

He hadn’t eaten pork, but he’d seen a pig run—Ying Jue quickly caught on. Mimicking the posture of a villain from TV, he first gave a cold laugh, then said in a voice only the two of them could hear: “What kind of thing are you? Are you worth me doing it personally?”

That haughty expression made it look as if killing the other person would merely dirty his hands.

The system gave a friendly reminder: “Host, actually, we could be a bit more restrained.”

Ying Jue’s acting was truly too flamboyant.

But since the words were already out, he couldn’t exactly take them back.

Fortunately, Qin Sheng had lost too much blood and was holding on by a single thread. Even if he felt that today’s Ying Jue was a bit strange, he only assumed the other was coming up with new tricks to torment him.

On the other side.

The moment Ying Jue flashed out, the Young Master and the Young City Lord exchanged a glance.

“If I remember correctly, Lord Lingxiao already has a Golden Core cultivation.” The Young City Lord was over three hundred years old with deep cultivation; he saw at a glance that Ying Jue’s movement just now was not at his supposed level.

If the other had moved even half a breath later, he probably would have had to step in himself to control the situation.

The Young Master didn’t mind. “Lord Lingxiao is a youthful genius; how could we guess his thoughts? This move must have a deep meaning. We only need to observe carefully and learn well.”

Having said that, the Young Master was the first to arrive at the beast-fighting stage. He first had people take away the blind demon beast that was still snorting at Lord Lingxiao, then with a beaming smile, he offered a snow-white silk handkerchief.

Ying Jue didn’t take it. He was almost weak in the knees from the beast and the male lead; how would he dare move randomly?

The Young Master tucked the handkerchief away without embarrassment, while mentally speculating on what Lord Lingxiao’s move actually meant.

Ying Jue was also realizing this problem. Suddenly saving the male lead was somewhat inappropriate. How was the plot with the pampered scions bullying the male lead and the little junior sister saving the hero supposed to proceed? The main point was that he, Ying Jue, was the one who got this guy into the coliseum in the first place.

He was the one tormenting him, and he was the one saving him. Even a split personality shouldn’t play it like this.

But now that the person was saved and the system continued to play dead, Ying Jue could only bite the bullet and carry on.

He said coldly, “This person belongs to my Heavenly Path Immortal Sect.”

“Uh, this.” The Young Master was terrified, nearly dropping to his knees.

This boy had been placed with them by someone from above with a hint to make him suffer. Who would have thought he was a disciple of the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect?

Ying Jue saw at a glance that the other party didn’t know he was the mastermind who threw the boy here.

One had to say, the original soul’s subordinates were highly capable, doing things ‘without gods or ghosts knowing.’

If Ying Jue hadn’t received the original soul’s memories and read the original work, he would have thought he was innocent too.

To put it simply, the original soul was jealous of the male lead, Qin Sheng. How could a waste with destroyed spiritual roots, gloomy and tacitrous, win his little junior sister’s favor? The original soul was a petty person. After the little junior sister repeatedly shielded the male lead, he directly applied a heavy hand: he assigned the boy an external mission and had his men kidnap him to the coliseum to be ground down. If it weren’t for the fact that Ying Jue was the only one in the entire sect targeting the male lead, the boy might not have even guessed it was him.

But even if the original soul did it, he couldn’t admit it! Thus, Ying Jue activated the skill “Shifting the Blame,” looking at the Young Master with a dangerous gaze, appearing as if he were about to pin the blame on him.

“…Lord Lingxiao, this has nothing to do with us.” The Young Master was panicking, almost ready to swear an oath to show his resolve.

In contrast, the Young City Lord, who arrived a few steps later, was much calmer. “Shishui City is a vassal to the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect. Even if we were given the courage of the heavens, we wouldn’t dare kidnap your sect’s people to the coliseum. Lord Lingxiao, I fear there is some misunderstanding here.”

His words were humble, yet pointed.

Hearing the underlying meaning, Ying Jue secretly regretted. Just now, he was too panicked facing the demon beast; his dialogue with the male lead was spoken directly through his mouth, forgetting that this was the cultivation world. Even if his voice was lowered, it wouldn’t necessarily escape the ears of a high-level cultivator. That conversation, combined with the rumors of the original soul liking the junior sister, had likely made the other party suspect he was the one behind it. Saying this now was merely giving him face.

Ying Jue had, after all, absorbed the original soul’s memories and understood his temperament fairly well, so he stabilized his expression.

He said in an almost arrogantly cold tone: “What misunderstanding do you think there is?”

As if thinking of something, he changed the subject. “Or rather, is the Young City Lord doubting me, thinking I’m playing the ‘thief crying thief’?”

As the last word fell, Ying Jue’s gaze went cold, and a terrifying chill instantly enveloped the surroundings.

The Young City Lord’s face twitched slightly as he lowered his head. “Lord Lingxiao’s character is noble and pure; how would I dare doubt you? I’m merely worried about people with ulterior motives trying to drive a wedge between Shishui City and the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect.”

Ying Jue: “If that’s the case, then I have overthought it.”

With an aura two-point-eight meters tall while being inwardly terrified, Ying Jue gave a bit of innocent pressure to the man. Then, he fixed his amber eyes on the Young Master, saying with a half-smile, “Then does your Excellency know where my little junior sister went?”

A drop of sweat immediately rolled down the Young Master’s forehead. He finally understood why Lord Lingxiao was putting on this show.

Sending the junior sister away and drugging the demon beast—although he was doing everything for Lord Lingxiao’s sake, he had made the mistake of meddling in the master’s business. What if Lord Lingxiao wanted to take action himself? What business did an outsider have dealing a killing blow to someone from the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect?

Fortunately, at this moment, a pretty figure appeared.

“Senior Brother!”

The little junior sister, who had been lured away, soon realized something was wrong and rushed back. She didn’t expect to see her Big Senior Brother in a standoff with a group of people the moment she returned.

The little junior sister was named Lian Muxi, a Wood-attribute single spiritual root cultivator. At only fifteen, she was a genius at the Foundation Building stage. Unfortunately, compared to Ying Jue—an absolute monster who reached Golden Core at seventeen—this favored daughter of heaven seemed quite ordinary.

Furthermore, since their ages were close, the young girl was certainly a bit unhappy in her heart. If the original soul had lowered his posture and pursued her sincerely, he might have won her over. But the original soul insisted on an ‘above-everyone-else’ attitude while courting her; it was a miracle if he could catch anyone.

Failing to win her over, plus seeing her treat the male lead differently—calling him by an intimate childhood name—the petty original soul couldn’t stand it, so he bullied the male lead as much as he could.

On this side, after Lian Muxi called out to Ying Jue, she quickly turned her gaze to the blood-covered Qin Sheng.

Seeing the numerous wounds on Qin Sheng’s body, the girl’s eyes instantly turned red. With tears in her eyes, she said with concern: “Brother Qin Sheng, how are you? I have a Nine-Turn Spring Returning Pill given to me by Master.”

Qin Sheng had long lost too much blood and was now at the end of his rope. His body was swaying; how could he hear Lian Muxi speaking?

Seeing him about to fall, Ying Jue instinctively wanted to help him up, but then remembered he was a villain. Besides, wasn’t there a more caring junior sister present? As a result, his lack of action immediately caused the system to sound the alarm again.

The villain is hypocritical, but his feelings for the junior sister are real. How could he allow his junior sister to touch another man?

This time was different from the first alarm; there was even a current of electricity flowing through his body.

Amidst the electric shock, Ying Jue said nothing and rushed to grab Qin Sheng before Lian Muxi could. However, in his haste, he accidentally squeezed too hard.

This truly looked like he did it on purpose.

Qin Sheng’s injuries were compounded, he let out a muffled groan and nearly fainted.

Ying Jue felt a wave of guilt. Facing Qin Sheng’s wolf-like fierce gaze, he wasn’t afraid anymore. He quickly adjusted his strength, shouting “sorry” repeatedly in his heart.

Qin Sheng was now weak and powerless; even if he wanted to struggle, he had no strength. After getting a firm hold on Qin Sheng, Ying Jue immediately went to hold the system accountable.

“Therefore, the villain persona is also very important. Even if we lowered the difficulty, that 50% villain value must be maintained.”

Helping to work through the plot and getting shocked to boot—Ying Jue sneered, almost wanting to quit on the spot. But he didn’t truly want to die young; who wouldn’t want to keep living if they could?

Ying Jue was just about to argue further with the system when he felt a weight on his shoulder.

He looked down.

Unsurprisingly, he saw Qin Sheng’s unconscious face.

Previously, Ying Jue had viewed the protagonist as a ‘paper person.’ After all, he knew the other’s life clearly; the guy was just something created by a human. But seeing that face so close and feeling that weak breath, it was hard to keep telling himself this was just a paper person.

“Senior Brother, Brother Qin Sheng, he…” Lian Muxi was still a young girl who hadn’t seen much of the world, and for a moment, she was at a loss.

Ying Jue recalled the original soul’s memories, suppressing his body’s instinctive urge to toss away the filth, and at least took out a pill from his spatial ring to stuff into the male lead’s mouth.

Then, he acted like a reliable Big Senior Brother, saying warmly: “Junior Sister, don’t worry. Junior Brother Qin only lost too much blood. I will certainly investigate this matter thoroughly.”

Young City Lord: “…”

If I’m not mistaken, the culprit is the one right in front of me.

The Young City Lord saw through everything, but hindered by the fact that Shishui City was only a vassal of the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect, he could only humbly accept the task of investigating the true culprit.

Since the protagonist was unconscious, the trio was in no hurry to return to the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect immediately.

That night.

Under the hazy moonlight, Ying Jue came to the male lead’s side.

Originally, since the person was saved, there was nothing left for Ying Jue to do. However, in the original work, it was written that Ying Jue was extremely dissatisfied because Qin Sheng was staying in Shishui City, and he personally went to find trouble with Qin Sheng at night.

By Qin Sheng’s bed, looking at the unconscious protagonist, Ying Jue almost let out a sneer.

The plot had already changed so much; was there any need to complete such an insignificant minor plot point?

The system told him coldly: “Yes. Although the early plot has changed significantly, it’s good to make up for it now.”

Despite his speechlessness, Ying Jue was just about to start venting at the unconscious male lead when he noticed the other’s state wasn’t right.

Qin Sheng had an extremely good-looking face, especially after the blood and filth were washed away. But was this face a bit too red right now? Even his breathing was abnormally heavy.

Ying Jue frowned and reached out.

He wanted to test the other’s temperature. Who would have thought that before he could carefully feel that scorching heat, he would be suddenly pulled by a great force, his wrist pinned as the other flipped over to press him down.

Qin Sheng’s eyes were clear as he opened them. Seeing Ying Jue didn’t surprise him; a trace of uncontrollable murderous intent was hidden in his deep eyes.

“Big Senior Brother visits late at night; I wonder what your intentions are?”

This sudden movement almost caught Ying Jue off guard. However, he wasn’t intimidated by the other party. If one looked closely, one could see the cold sweat on the boy’s forehead. He seemed to be pinning his wrist tightly, but in reality, Ying Jue could break free with just a little force. Yet even so, the other was using his last bit of strength to pin his vital point.

“What do you think?” Ying Jue asked.

Qin Sheng didn’t speak. His breathing had begun to grow heavy and chaotic. In this state, Ying Jue doubted the other could keep holding on.

A faint scent of blood came from his nose, and then the smell grew stronger. Ying Jue wasn’t sure what Qin Sheng had done, but after the scent of blood appeared, the other indeed became much more awake, looking at Ying Jue with an almost calm gaze.

In the end, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy. Ying Jue, a twenty-year-old male college student, really couldn’t bring himself to truly bully a child. So he just sneered, going through the motions: “I naturally came to see if you were dead yet, lest Junior Sister thinks I’m the one behind it again. If it weren’t for Junior Sister, who would care about a waste like you? Killing you would be a waste of my time.”

Qin Sheng pursed his lips, his gaze dark.

Even though Qin Sheng didn’t speak, watching the steadily rising Humiliation Value, Ying Jue knew exactly what Qin Sheng was feeling right now.

Dropping some harsh words was enough. Ying Jue was just about to pull away and leave when Qin Sheng, who had been pinning his vital point just moments ago, suddenly fell onto him.

Ying Jue was dazed by this sudden impact.

It was also at this moment that he realized the male lead was perhaps a bit too thin. Falling on him like this, it wasn’t heavy, but the bones were quite sharp.

Ying Jue waited for the other to get up. After several seconds without a response from Qin Sheng, Ying Jue realized in hindsight that the male lead had probably fainted again.

The person was unconscious, yet the hand pinning his vital point was still firmly locked.

Ying Jue sighed silently. Feeling the abnormal body temperature coming from Qin Sheng, his conscience pained him once more.

In order to let the male lead rest properly for the remainder of the time, Ying Jue planned to make a glorious exit. However, the moment he moved, the other party—like an alarmed, restless little beast—suddenly gripped him tightly.

Ying Jue looked down and gently pried open the male lead’s hand that was clutching his lapel. It was then that he saw the split wounds on the other’s hand; the bloodstains were particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.

Was he resorting to self-harm just to maintain a shred of clarity?

Ying Jue exhaled deeply, his remaining conscience aching sharply.

Look at what he had driven this kid to?

I’m truly a piece of trash for being this kind of villain!!