The Villainous Senior Brother Doesn't Want to Wash White [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Qingmen Sect, Sword Inquiry Peak.

The sect’s triennial Grand Competition had reached its final stage—the battle for the title of First Disciple.

“A golden dragon carriage! It’s Senior Brother Ji Yanqing!”

At a disciple’s startled cry, three majestic golden dragons were seen pulling a magnificent carriage through the air. Golden light flickered around it like falling stars. Under the envious gazes of the surrounding disciples, Ji Yanqing stepped down from the dragon carriage—a spectacle created by illusion magic.

As the former prodigy of the Qingmen Sect and one of the finalists in this competition, Ji Yanqing’s attire was just as eye-catching as his entrance.

The Qingmen Sect favored simplicity, with most disciples wearing teal or blue. Ji Yanqing, however, was dressed in opulent splendor: a pale green brocade robe trimmed with fluffy white spirit-marten fur at the collar. He was exceptionally handsome, with a cinnabar mole between his brows that looked like a red plum blooming in the snow, lending him an air of seductive elegance. He looked less like a cultivator and more like a high-born noble who had enjoyed a lifetime of worldly riches.

Standing on the Sword Inquiry Stage, Ji Yanqing radiated an aura of “noble superiority.” His icy gaze swept across the grounds, instantly silencing the whispering disciples.

Seeing that his opponent had yet to appear, Ji Yanqing frowned. He turned to the presiding disciple and asked with clear displeasure, “Why hasn’t Qi Ye arrived yet?”

He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he himself had only just arrived.

Facing the arrogant Ji Yanqing, the presiding disciple waited until the Senior Brother looked away to show a flash of indignation before hurrying to explain. “Senior Brother Ji, two days ago, Senior Brother Qi Ye went to Mingyue Island to rescue three trapped outer-sect disciples. He hasn’t returned yet. He was likely delayed on the road. Please, Senior Brother Ji…”

Hearing this, Ji Yanqing’s brow furrowed, but a glint of triumph flashed in his eyes.

Logically, Mingyue Island was near the sect’s outer islands. With Qi Ye’s Soul Transformation stage cultivation, rescuing a few disciples and flying back on a sword should have taken no time at all.

However, Ji Yanqing knew exactly why Qi Ye was late. He had hired several rogue cultivators to ambush him on the way, ensuring Qi Ye wouldn’t make it back in time and would lose the title of First Disciple by default!

The presiding disciple, unaware of the scheme, tried to defend Qi Ye further.

Ji Yanqing cut him off impatiently. “We will wait for half a stick of incense. If Qi Ye isn’t here by then, he loses the match!”

The crowd below the stage erupted in an uproar.

“Senior Brother Qi Ye is late for a good cause! Senior Brother Ji is being completely unreasonable!”

“I think Senior Brother Ji just wants to win by default because he’s afraid!”

“Sigh, how did Senior Brother Ji become like this? When I first joined the sect, he wasn’t this way…”

The female disciple who spoke last sighed deeply, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at him.

Ji Yanqing’s expression stiffened slightly at that sigh, but he quickly resumed his arrogant mask. He spoke coldly to the presiding disciple: “No matter how urgent Qi Ye’s business is, rules are rules.”

“…Yes. Senior Brother Ji is correct,” the presiding disciple conceded reluctantly.

Ji Yanqing’s smirk grew. With a wave of his long sleeve, a magnificent golden-nanmu lounging chair appeared behind him. He sat down, waiting with leisurely grace.

Time ticked by. Ji Yanqing tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest. Even though his plan was about to succeed, his expression was strangely somber.

“Those few Soul Transformation-level cannon fodder won’t be a problem for Qi Ye,” the System said, sensing Ji Yanqing was worried Qi Ye wouldn’t make it.

Ji Yanqing flatly denied it: “Who said I’m worried about Qi Ye? I’m worried about my spirit stones! It cost me three hundred high-grade spirit stones to hire those three idiots. What a waste!”

System: I should have known he only cares about his money.

Thinking of the impending reward, Ji Yanqing brightened. “But at least I’ll collect 50 Villain Points this time. It’s worth it.”

System: …And his Villain Points.

Ji Yanqing had entered the Space-Time Management Bureau with the highest scores, but he chose the Villain Department—a path almost no one wanted—simply because the value of Villain Points was far higher than that of Supporting Character Points. By working hard for a hundred years, he could realize his dream of buying a house in the capital’s 13th Ring.

This current world was based on a novel titled Path of the Immortals and Demons.

In this story, Qi Ye was the sole bloodline of the Demon Emperor. Undeterred by worldly temptations, he remained true to the path of cultivation. He foiled the schemes of demonic cultivators, resolved the thousand-year grudge between humans and demons, and eventually became the first Golden Immortal of the half-demon bloodline to attain the Great Dao.

Ji Yanqing was the villainous senior brother who was perpetually jealous of Qi Ye. He meticulously planned various schemes, but they all served as “experience points” to help the protagonist level up. Eventually, Ji Yanqing’s jealousy turned to madness; he betrayed the sect, fled to the demonic path, and was killed by Qi Ye’s sword.

Then, Ji Yanqing could take his Villain Points and go home.

But currently, things had hit a small snag.

The incense clock was halfway burned, and Qi Ye still hadn’t appeared. Ji Yanqing truly began to worry. If Qi Ye lost by default, Ji Yanqing wouldn’t be able to sneak-attack him during the duel, and his Villain Points would be halved.

The thought caused him physical pain. He looked at the incense.

Should I delay for another half-stick of incense?

Ji Yanqing hesitated. If he suddenly asked for a delay, it would be “out of character” for a villain, costing him at least 5 Villain Points. What kind of excuse could he use to maintain his persona…

Fortunately, just as the incense hit the halfway mark, a silver sword-light streaked across the sky. Under the gaze of thousands, Qi Ye finally arrived.

Qi Ye was dressed in white, his long black hair tied in a high ponytail with the ribbon unique to “Direct Disciples.” He looked cold, aloof, and full of youthful spirit.

As the sword-light landed on the stage, Ji Yanqing discarded his lazy attitude and stood up, his eyes showing a flicker of surprise.

“My arrival seems to surprise you, Senior Brother?” Qi Ye said, his voice cold.

Ji Yanqing guessed that those hired “cannon fodder” must have let something slip, leading Qi Ye to realize he was behind the delay.

The more Qi Ye loathed him, the higher the Villain Points. This was exactly what Ji Yanqing wanted.

Ji Yanqing looked at Qi Ye like a venomous snake. He sneered, “I thought Junior Brother Qi wouldn’t show up. Since you’ve come here to humiliate yourself, don’t blame me for being heartless!”

Having set his flag, Ji Yanqing didn’t even wait for the presiding disciple to start the match. He struck first, transforming his ice-blue True Qi into a giant dragon that lunged at Qi Ye.

Coming from a cultivation clan, Ji Yanqing was a pampered genius with countless spiritual treasures. However, his act of attacking without warning made the watching disciples fear for Qi Ye.

Qi Ye was prepared. He reacted instantly, his silver spirit sword flying into the air. Several illusory sword-shadows formed a barrier like tens of thousands of shooting stars—majestic and unstoppable.

The blue dragon crashed into the barrier, sending ripples through the air. Since both were at similar cultivation levels, the dragon and the sword-rain remained in a deadlock.

Seeing his dragon blocked, Ji Yanqing gnashed his teeth and formed a new hand seal. A second dragon—this one golden—leaped into the air. While it attacked Qi Ye, its tail swept toward a disciple watching below the stage.

The stage had no safety barrier. If the golden dragon—made of raw True Qi—hit that disciple, they would be severely injured. Seeing the disciple frozen in shock, Qi Ye shifted his intent, sending several sword-beams to shield the bystander.

Now!

This was exactly what Ji Yanqing had been waiting for. Seizing the distraction, he fired a beam of spiritual light from his palm. It pierced through the sword-rain barrier, aimed straight for Qi Ye’s Dantian.

“Is that… the Great Supreme Geng-Yi Golden Light?!”

A disciple recognized the move—a high-level attack technique that could be practiced even at the Soul Transformation stage. It was lethal.

“How despicable! A sneak attack!”

“Senior Brother Qi Ye, watch out!”

The crowd shouted in outrage.

Ji Yanqing, certain he had won, dropped his own defensive array and waited with a smug smile to see Qi Ye’s downfall.

However, Qi Ye remained calm. His white robes fluttered as a profound green array appeared around him. Vast sword-intent surged from the array, shaking the spirits of everyone present.

It was Qi Ye’s Protective Sword Array, capable of blocking almost any attack below the Golden Core stage—including the Golden Light.

Ji Yanqing had known this, which is why he felt “safe” performing the sneak attack. He planned to fake a few more moves, be publicly defeated by Qi Ye, and then the scene would be over.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the Golden Light—which should have dissipated against the array—suddenly pull a U-turn. It reflected off the barrier and shot straight back at him!

Ji Yanqing: !!??

When did this Sword Array get an “Armor Reflect” upgrade?!

Stunned by the unexpected turn, he couldn’t react in time. He was about to be hit by his own lethal move.

Workplace injury! This definitely counts as a workplace injury, right?!

A second before he could qualify for the injury subsidy, a hand grabbed him. The Golden Light grazed past his side. Then, Qi Ye’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Senior Brother, are you alright?”

Qi Ye’s tone was cold, but his palm was burning hot. Ji Yanqing looked up and found himself face-to-face with Qi Ye.

Under Qi Ye’s calm, icy gaze, Ji Yanqing’s heart skipped a beat. His face flushed slightly. He almost broke character.

He quickly shoved Qi Ye’s hand away, his eyes filled with feigned disgust. “Stop acting in front of me! If I’m hurt, isn’t it because of you?!”

The disciples below the stage shouted in anger.

“You’re the one who used a sneak attack! How can you blame Senior Brother Qi!”

“Senior Brother Ji, you’ve gone too far! He was caring for you!”

“With a temperament like that, it’s no wonder he’s been stuck at the Soul Transformation stage for years.”

Even Qi Ye’s cold expression held a hint of disappointment.

[Villain Points +50.]

Fifty points!! That was more than his last three missions combined!

Ji Yanqing was dancing with joy on the inside, though his face remained twisted in “villainous” rage. He sneered, “Heh, yes. You’re all such ‘good people.’ I’m the only one who’s despicable.”

He turned to Qi Ye and barked, “Get lost! I don’t need your hypocritical charity!”

He struggled to stand up on his own. Strands of hair fell across his face, making him look stubborn yet strangely fragile.

Qi Ye looked at the “mad” Ji Yanqing, and his eyes—usually as cold as a deep pool—finally showed a flicker of emotion.

After a long silence, Qi Ye finally moved. He withdrew his sword and reached for the hem of his robe, his tone utterly resolute.

“Fine. Since this is how you see it, from this day forward, you and I…”

Ji Yanqing snapped his head up. He knew this was it. Qi Ye was finally going to cut his robe and sever their ties (the “Gepao Duan-yi” ritual).

Once that robe was cut, he’d earn at least 100 Villain Points. In his mind, 100 points translated to one square meter of a bathroom in his dream house. He was trembling with excitement.

Junior Brother Qi, you are too cute! Do it!

However, under Ji Yanqing’s expectant gaze, Qi Ye’s hand suddenly froze. His eyes, looking at Ji Yanqing, filled with a sudden, inexplicable confusion.

Seeing him stop, Ji Yanqing hurriedly suppressed his joy. He stared at the sword hovering in mid-air, his heart racing with anxiety.

So… are we cutting the robe or not?!