The Villainous Senior Brother Doesn't Want to Wash White [Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Looking at the three words “Falling Star Pavilion” in front of him, Ji Yanqing’s heart felt a bit complicated for a moment.

I said with my own mouth that I absolutely would not come to deliver the antidote, so why did my body bring me here involuntarily?

This Falling Star Pavilion was a cave dwelling exclusively for the personal disciples of the Sect Master. Ever since Ji Yanqing moved out three years ago, currently only Qi Ye resided here.

Therefore, it must be because I was thinking about matters concerning Qi Ye just now that I accidentally took the wrong path and came to this Falling Star Pavilion!

I—I certainly didn’t come here on purpose!

Seeing Ji Yanqing’s face turn alternating shades of green and red, the young Taoist attendant’s heart skipped a beat, and he became even more nervous. He stammered an explanation, “Uncle Ji, did you come to Tianshu Peak to find Uncle Qi? He is currently practicing his sword in the back mountains, you see…”

Ji Yanqing had just lost to his own little Junior Uncle Qi Ye in the Sect Competition. Coming to his door at this time surely meant nothing good; he might even be here specifically to pick a fight!

As the attendant thought this, he already began considering whether he should quickly send a message to Qi Ye.

However, to his surprise, Ji Yanqing did not make things difficult for him. He quickly withdrew his gaze, nodded, and said, “It’s nothing. I just took the wrong path.”

After saying that, Ji Yanqing turned and left, leaving the small Taoist standing there in a daze.

So, what exactly was Uncle Ji Yanqing planning to do?

The small Taoist blinked, somewhat unable to believe that Uncle Ji Yanqing truly came to Tianshu Peak just because he took the wrong path.

Whatever, whatever. Since Uncle Ji has already left, I’ll just ignore it for now.

The small Taoist comforted himself this way. After practicing alone on Tianshu Peak for a while, he began to slack off again. Finally, he simply assumed a meditation posture and fell into a deep sleep.

And on the snow not far away, a shallow footprint appeared. Subsequently, Ji Yanqing’s figure slowly emerged.

Ji Yanqing hadn’t lied; he truly had come to Tianshu Peak because he took a wrong turn. But since he was already here, he didn’t plan on making the trip for nothing.

He planned to take a look inside Qi Ye’s room to confirm if Qi Ye truly was afflicted by the passion poison, so that he could find an opportunity to humiliate him severely later. This was exactly what a villain ought to do!

If it weren’t for the fact that Ji Yanqing still needed to hide himself, he would have let out a villain-exclusive arrogant laugh by now.

Ji Yanqing didn’t wait long. Seeing the young boy gradually fall asleep, he simply deactivated his Illusion Art and walked in openly. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to cast a Warming Spell on the boy.

Ji Yanqing had lived in this Falling Star Pavilion since he joined the sect, so he was naturally very familiar with the layout. He easily broke the guardian array outside, crossed the courtyard, and arrived directly outside Qi Ye’s room. However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. After all, everything he had done before followed the missions issued by the system; actively sneaking into Qi Ye’s room was a first for Ji Yanqing.

What if Qi Ye is in the room right now? Wouldn’t that be a bit awkward?

By the time Ji Yanqing pushed open the door, just as the attendant had said, the room was empty.

Qi Ye truly went to practice his sword?

Seeing that Qi Ye was not there, Ji Yanqing breathed a slight sigh of relief. Based on his observations of Qi Ye, every sword practice session wouldn’t end for at least four to six hours. Ji Yanqing began to look around with great curiosity.

Qi Ye’s room was no different from what Ji Yanqing had imagined: a few sparse cabinets and a bed—it could be seen in its entirety almost at a single glance.

Soon, Ji Yanqing’s earlier curiosity gradually faded. He began to think seriously: since Qi Ye wasn’t here and his plan to wait for an opportunity to humiliate him had failed, what should he do now?

When all was said and done, the poison in Qi Ye was somewhat caused by him, and it might bring many unknown variables later. He might as well just leave the antidote in Qi Ye’s room and cure him.

Of course, Ji Yanqing wasn’t so stupid as to place the antidote directly on Qi Ye’s table. He had just observed that beside Qi Ye’s bed, next to a cloisonné enamel gold-carved incense burner, were several sticks of Mind-Concentrating Incense. This type of incense has the effect of focusing the soul; cultivators in the Soul Realm would light one while meditating and visualizing, and surely Qi Ye was no exception.

And what Ji Yanqing needed to do now was to dissolve the Purifying Pill into the Mind-Concentrating Incense. By using this incense, he could neutralize the passion poison in Qi Ye’s body without Qi Ye even noticing.

Being able to think of such a method, Ji Yanqing couldn’t help but admire his own ingenuity.

No sooner said than done. Ji Yanqing took a few steps to the side of Qi Ye’s bed and, with a flick of his long sleeve, those sticks of Mind-Concentrating Incense were in his hand.

Ji Yanqing then took out a shimmering blue pill from his storage bag—the Three-Soul Purifying Pill he had obtained not long ago.

This Three-Soul Purifying Pill was worth a full one hundred high-grade spirit stones and had the effect of refining and purifying true qi. It could be said to be a rare pill for Soul Realm cultivators, yet now it was being used to cure passion poison; it was a bit painful to think about.

But no matter how much it hurt, the poison in Qi Ye still had to be cured. Ji Yanqing performed a hand seal, and the Three-Soul Purifying Pill in his hand instantly transformed into a thin blue mist, slowly dissolving thread by thread into the Mind-Concentrating Incense.

When the last trace of the pill vanished from Ji Yanqing’s fingertips, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

This should be foolproof.

Ji Yanqing carefully placed the incense back by the burner, not forgetting to arrange them as they were before. However, while doing so, his finger accidentally touched the incense burner beside them.

Almost at the same time, Ji Yanqing heard a crisp click by his ear. Subsequently, his wrist tightened—a thin, long silver chain connected to the base of the burner had actually bound his wrist.

Ji Yanqing: ??!!

Qi Ye actually has this kind of hobby!

Looking at the chain on his wrist, Ji Yanqing was beyond shocked. He tried to cut the chain with true qi, but the chain only broke momentarily before rebinding his wrist the next second, even tighter than before.

This is… very awkward.

Fortunately, there’s still plenty of time. I should be able to figure out how to undo this chain before Qi Ye returns…

Just as Ji Yanqing thought this, the sound of the door opening suddenly came. He looked toward the door in disbelief, and Qi Ye, standing at the entrance, had already stopped in his tracks, looking at Ji Yanqing expressionlessly.

At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely awkward, and Ji Yanqing’s heart was in a panic.

This isn’t right! Usually, Qi Ye practices his sword for at least four hours. Why did he come back so early this time?

On the contrary, Qi Ye did not seem very surprised to see Ji Yanqing in his room. His eyes, deep as pools, looked at Ji Yanqing as he asked calmly, “Why has Senior Brother come here?”

The moment he heard the door open, Ji Yanqing had used an illusion to hide the chain. Qi Ye only saw Ji Yanqing standing by his bed, with light sweat dampening the stray hairs on his forehead and a flush on his cheeks, unsure of what he had been doing just now.

After a moment of panic, Ji Yanqing quickly regained his composure.

I am a villain. Is there any problem with me sneaking into the protagonist’s room, even if I am caught by the bedside?

Having thought this through, Ji Yanqing suddenly felt emboldened. He slowly stood up, an ill-intentioned smile appearing on his face.

“Junior Brother Qi, you have always progressed at a supernatural speed. I suspected you were using some demonic cultivation methods and came here specifically to search. I didn’t expect you to return so quickly. Are you feeling guilty?”

Even though it was Ji Yanqing who had snuck into Qi Ye’s room and was caught red-handed, he turned around and accused Qi Ye of using demonic methods.

If other disciples were present, they would surely point at Ji Yanqing and indignantly accuse him of distorting the truth and making false accusations.

However, hearing Ji Yanqing say this, the expression on Qi Ye’s face did not change at all. He didn’t seem angry.

He walked slowly to Ji Yanqing’s front, his gaze sweeping over the tidy bedding. A flash of suspicion crossed his eyes as he asked, “Has Senior Brother discovered anything?”

Ji Yanqing also realized the flaw in his lie: if he had come to find evidence to frame Qi Ye, why hadn’t he searched the room?

Yet the room was perfectly tidy; even the bedding closest to Ji Yanqing showed no signs of being rummaged through.

Fortunately, Ji Yanqing soon found an excuse for his behavior.

He let out a cold hmph. “Do you take me for a fool? If there were any demonic methods, why would they be placed in such an obvious spot? You must have hidden them somewhere else…”

Ji Yanqing thought his explanation was seamless, but unexpectedly, the chain suddenly tightened. Caught off guard and unstable on his feet, Ji Yanqing tumbled onto the bed.

Even more awkwardly, the moment he was about to fall, he instinctively grabbed onto Qi Ye. The two of them tumbled onto the bed together, with Ji Yanqing firmly pinning Qi Ye beneath him.

What is with this telescopic chain, and what is with this posture that looks like I’m flirting with the protagonist!!

Ji Yanqing’s heart collapsed, and he instinctively wanted to get up quickly.

Suddenly being pulled down by Ji Yanqing, Qi Ye’s usually calm and cold eyes showed some fluctuation. He stared at Ji Yanqing blankly for a moment. When Ji Yanqing prepared to get up, Qi Ye grabbed Ji Yanqing’s wrist.

He tilted his head slightly and whispered in Ji Yanqing’s ear, “Is Senior Brother going to search my body for those demonic methods?”

Ji Yanqing: !!!

Qi Ye’s voice was cold as always, but the words he spoke were entirely different from his usual style.

With his wrist held so tightly, Ji Yanqing’s heart had shifted from collapse to shock. He looked at Qi Ye beneath him and suddenly found that Qi Ye’s palm seemed somewhat hot, his breathing had become slightly rapid, and he was staring at Ji Yanqing unblinkingly, focusing as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

Ji Yanqing suddenly realized that everything Qi Ye was saying and doing now was completely out of character—it looked exactly like a reaction to some poison…

Ji Yanqing’s eyes widened as a dangerous thought flashed through his mind.

—The passion poison in Qi Ye… it hasn’t flared up again, has it!