On How to Get a 'Long Aotian' to Win Themselves Over - Chapter 8

Ying Jue was sincerely worried about his own conjecture. It was fine if he, the villain, kicked the bucket early in the plot, but what if the protagonist went down with him? If he had known, he shouldn’t have taken that bite.

With trembling fingers, Ying Jue opened his interspatial bag and pulled out a top-grade detoxification pill. Taking advantage of his dulled senses—which couldn’t feel much of the electric current anyway, Ying Jue stopped caring about his persona and suggested, “How about you take some pills? There might still be hope. As long as my blood didn’t mix with your wound, it shouldn’t be a big problem. Don’t worry.”

Qin Sheng looked deeply at Ying Jue, his eyes filled with an expression that was hard to define as either disgust or confusion. He asked, “Ying Jue, what kind of trick are you playing now?”

“Huh?” Ying Jue processed this, feeling a bit of impatience. He let out a “tsk” and said, “I’m about to die. Can’t a man be kind when facing his end?”

“I feel like you’re still quite spirited.”

“That might be a final radiance before the end.”

“When you die, I’ll consider digging a hole for you,” Qin Sheng sneered.

“Then thanks, I guess.”

Qin Sheng: “…Do you really know what you’re saying?”

To be honest, he was almost losing track. Ying Jue only felt his thoughts were a mess, and his words were becoming incoherent.

Tragic, truly tragic. Other transmigrators start conquering the world the moment they arrive; he spends his time either acting or running for his life. Comparison is the thief of joy.

“Do you want to kill me or save me? Ying Jue, I can’t see through you.”

Receiving no reply, Qin Sheng glanced at Ying Jue’s face. It turned out the other’s pupils were dilating, and even those eyes that seemed to hide liquid gold had grown dim.

“Are you dying?”

Qin Sheng thought he still wouldn’t get an answer, but after a long while, a weak voice drifted over. “Soon.”

Ying Jue came from a great family, and it was rumored that his mother was once the number one beauty in the cultivation world. He was blessed with extraordinary looks. Usually, when he was being high-and-mighty and ignoring people, he could still attract countless admirers, let alone in his current pathetic state—fragile and beautiful, it was quite effective at stimulating one’s destructive desires.

Right now, Qin Sheng didn’t even need to do anything himself; the other could die right here. This was the best possible outcome, yet certain details kept bothering him.

The man loathed him, yet saved him from the demon beast’s claws. He mocked him, yet sent him medicine and instinctively threw a protective shield. Even that umbrella felt meaningful. How could someone perform such blatant self-contradictions so naturally? Was he trying to confuse his mind, or simply toying with him?

Qin Sheng closed his eyes, but in the end, he didn’t leave the unconscious Ying Jue there.

He carried the man on his back. He didn’t dare take the other’s pills and let the blood on his neck flow down. Once the bleeding stopped, he bandaged it haphazardly.

According to Ying Jue, the centipede spirit was only temporarily sealed and would likely break free soon. He didn’t go looking for Lian Muxi but continued toward the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect. As long as they encountered mountain patrol disciples, the man might still be saved.

As for why he was saving him, Qin Sheng told himself clearly: if something happened to Ying Jue, neither he nor Lian Muxi would have a good ending. The Ying family was an extremely overbearing ancient clan that might not even show face to the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect. If Ying Jue died while they lived, the family would likely hold them accountable. But deep down, he was a bit curious—what was the meaning behind Ying Jue’s contradictory behavior?

Qin Sheng’s steps grew heavier with every pace, and the body on his back turned from warm to ice-cold.

“Ying Jue, are you dying?”

Long hair brushed against his cheek, bringing a scent unique to the man, but the person on his back gave no response at all.

“Big Senior Brother? Hypocrite? Petty-minded? Busybody? Are you dying?” Qin Sheng changed through several titles in a row.

The person behind him had long since fainted, and now even his life was slipping away. How could he give a response? His behavior was simply too ridiculous. Just as Qin Sheng gritted his teeth and continued forward, gentle fingertips brushed across his face, wiping away something that was either sweat or rain. The fingertips moved only slightly before dropping back down. Ying Jue’s voice was weak, but he seemed in good spirits: “Junior Brother Qin, it’s not good to speak ill of people behind their backs.”

This was likely the true ‘final radiance’.

Ying Jue was really about to die now.

Qin Sheng lowered his eyes. “I didn’t say it behind your back. I said it to your face.”

Ying Jue let out a muffled chuckle. “Saying it to one’s face is even worse. People will get sad.”

“You would be sad?”

“A little, I guess.” Ying Jue’s voice grew increasingly faint.

The reason he was able to wake up at all was because the system had exchanged some of his 60 Humiliation Value points for a buff that allowed him to live for an extra half-hour. But this thing was very useless. First, they couldn’t make it back to the sect in an hour; second, the male lead was even slower while carrying him.

He was, after all, the weight of an adult male. No matter how tall the male lead was or what kind of intense-looking handsome guy he would become in the future, right now he was just a thin fifteen-year-old boy.

“Drop me. When the centipede spirit comes out, it will definitely look for me. You can meet up with the little junior sister before then and rush back to the sect.”

“Would you be so kindhearted?”

“Of course not. Don’t I still need to trouble you to bring people to avenge me?” Ying Jue still had the mood to joke with the male lead.

To be honest, having known him for two days, Ying Jue hadn’t spent much time with the male lead. He was constantly thinking about how to grind Humiliation Value and how to play the villain well. But now that he was dying, continuing to play another person felt truly meaningless.

The “Villain Persona Value” should have been shocking Ying Jue like crazy right now, but for some reason—maybe the system was worried it would kill him prematurely—there was no reaction at all.

Lying on the male lead’s back, Ying Jue was thinking that the boy was actually a pretty good youth. He and the original soul had treated him that way, yet the boy didn’t abandon him at the critical moment. He was just a bit too loyal; they couldn’t run fast enough to escape danger like this.

Living is, of course, better than dying. So, while the male lead was refusing to leave him, Ying Jue only mentioned it once and then lay there obediently to save energy. Suddenly, Ying Jue, who was being quiet and not bothering the male lead, felt something and raised his voice: “Qin Sheng, put me down. The centipede spirit has broken the seal.”

Qin Sheng’s pace faltered for a moment, as if saying, “How can you be so unreliable?”

But he still carried Ying Jue and continued forward.

Now Ying Jue was getting anxious. Based on his brief exchange with the centipede spirit, he estimated the opponent was at least at the late Golden Core stage, quite likely at Golden Core perfection due to some fortuitous encounter. Forget the injured Ying Jue, even the original soul in his prime might not have been able to win in a head-on clash.

It wasn’t that he wanted to complain, but logically, shouldn’t the return of the Chief Disciple of the Heavenly Path Immortal Sect to his own sect be smooth sailing? Instead, it was full of danger. He knew that in the original work, this was an important scene to advance the relationship between the male lead and Harem Member Number One, but as someone inside the story, Ying Jue felt this bullsht plot was too f*cking irrational!

Seeing that Qin Sheng still had no intention of dropping him, Ying Jue suspected his earlier kindness had been too much. Otherwise, why would it be like this? He looked up at the Humiliation Value—good grief, it was still a steady 60. Had the value not refreshed?

The situation was dire, leaving no time for Ying Jue to ponder. He hooked one hand around Qin Sheng’s neck, applying a bit of pressure as a threat: “I said put me down. Do you really think I need a piece of trash who hasn’t even reached the Qi Condensation stage to save me?”

Suddenly having his neck gripped, Qin Sheng exerted a burst of force, using a clever maneuver to pin him to the ground.

The look the youth gave him was incredibly complex, practically screaming “What on earth do you want?!”

Sigh. This contradictory behavior… can he just say he has schizophrenia?