The Villainous Senior Brother Doesn't Want to Wash White [Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Having successfully escaped from Qi Ye, Ji Yanqing rode his golden dragon carriage. His mood was incredibly light and pleasant, completely unaware that Qi Ye had bound a favorability system.

Just then, news arrived from his own system.

“After testing, most of Qi Ye’s data is normal, but there has been an abnormal increase in emotional values. The specific reason requires further testing.”

This result didn’t catch Ji Yanqing by surprise. As for the specific reason, it was naturally due to the passion poison: Qi Ye is a normal male, and after being poisoned, he would naturally experience certain desires, causing his emotional values to increase accordingly.

Ji Yanqing’s tone carried a hint of smugness: “No need. I already know what’s going on, and I’ve solved it all.”

System: “You’ve already solved it?”

The system found it hard to believe that a result it couldn’t find through big data had been resolved by Ji Yanqing in just half a day.

“Mm.”

Ji Yanqing nodded with an air of profound mystery. As for the embarrassing incident of sneaking into Qi Ye’s room and being caught because he was chained up, he naturally wouldn’t mention it.

However, Ji Yanqing believed that since he had left the antidote in Qi Ye’s room, it wouldn’t be long before Qi Ye returned to normal.

It was just his Villain Points—they were never coming back.

Thinking of the Villain Points he had mysteriously lost, Ji Yanqing’s mood turned a bit sour again.

As a villain, when one is in a bad mood, the natural thing to do is wander around and find a place to do some daily evil deeds.

The place Ji Yanqing chose was Fuyuan Island, located in the outer sect territory of the Qingmen Sect.

The inner sect of Qingmen consists of seven main peaks, but it is situated in the East Sea of this world’s continent, surrounded by archipelagos. The residents of these islands have long been under the protection of the Qingmen Sect. Combined with rogue cultivators frequently coming to trade, it had evolved into a prosperous market. Eventually, the island’s merchants established the East Sea Chamber of Commerce to serve rogue cultivators and disciples of other sects traveling across the East Sea.

Fuyuan Island is the center of this East Sea Chamber of Commerce.

Since he was there for daily villainy, Ji Yanqing naturally wouldn’t be low-key.

Over the East Sea, the sky was filled with rosy clouds. The golden dragon carriage pierced through the clouds, descending with streaks of golden light—everyone on Fuyuan Island knew that a big figure had arrived.

Rogue cultivators who didn’t know what was happening were attracted by the anomaly, asking with faces full of envy: “Who is this person?”

“His true qi is leaking out; he must be at least at the Soul Realm!”

“He must be an inner disciple of the Qingmen Sect. As expected of a great sect, even their travel artifacts are so dazzling!”

Compared to the reactions of the rogue cultivators, the shopkeepers in the market who had been shouting and soliciting customers seemed to have their “pause” buttons pressed. Their eyes held a hint of dread as they looked at the golden dragon carriage.

They exchanged silent glances, communicating wordlessly.

“It’s Ji Yanqing.” “Why has this ‘Yama’ (King of Hell) come here?” “Sigh, I wonder what kind of trouble he’s going to cause this time.”

As a personal disciple of the Qingmen Sect, there seemed to be nothing wrong with Ji Yanqing coming to an outer island subordinate to the sect.

The problem was that everyone on Fuyuan Island knew that Ji Yanqing was notoriously arrogant and domineering. If one accidentally offended him, at best they’d be kicked off the island; at worst, they might lose their life on the spot.

Although no one had actually been kicked off Fuyuan Island yet, Ji Yanqing’s villainous image was deeply rooted in their hearts. Combined with his status as a personal disciple—someone these merchants absolutely could not afford to offend—they treated his arrival like they were facing a great enemy, acting with extreme caution.

This was exactly why Ji Yanqing chose Fuyuan Island.

No matter how unwilling the shopkeepers were to see him, when the flamboyant young man with the radiant appearance stepped off the carriage, the President of the East Sea Chamber of Commerce—a simple-looking middle-aged man—was already waiting at the headquarters. He led the way with immense obsequiousness the moment he saw Ji Yanqing.

“Immortal Master Ji, what brings you to Fuyuan Island today?”

The President’s words immediately displeased Ji Yanqing. He stopped in his tracks, his expression looking somewhat grim.

He asked with a half-smile, “Why? When did Fuyuan Island stop belonging to the Qingmen Sect? Or is it that I, a personal disciple, am not worthy of coming here?”

Ji Yanqing’s voice was very pleasant, as clear as flowing spring water.

But to the President, it sounded like the whisper of a heavenly demon. He broke into a cold sweat instantly, wiping his brow with a trembling hand while bowing and smiling apologetically.

“How could I think such a thing? Immortal Master Ji, please come in. The finest immortal brew has already been prepared.”

[Villain Points +1]

The sound of increasing points reached his ears. Although it was only a measly point, it was enough to make the corners of Ji Yanqing’s mouth curl up slightly.

The East Sea Chamber of Commerce headquarters was a floating tavern that usually only hosted distinguished guests. One sea-facing private room was specially reserved for Ji Yanqing.

An exquisite white jade wine pot was placed before him, radiating an aroma that indicated it was brewed from the finest immortal fruits.

Before Ji Yanqing could speak, the President had already poured the brew for him.

However, just as Ji Yanqing raised his hand, the sound of an argument suddenly came from not far away. Ji Yanqing frowned, stopped his movement, and looked toward the source.

From his window, he could just see what was happening below.

A youth in gray clothes was being stopped at the entrance of the Hundred Weapons Workshop. Two rogue cultivators from the Chamber of Commerce were arguing with him about something.

With a thud, Ji Yanqing slammed his wine cup down. He stood up and vanished from the room the next moment, leaving the President standing there in terror, muttering uneasily.

“Immortal Master Ji must be angry. Oh, what should I do!”

Ji Yanqing naturally wasn’t angry; he had simply seen walking Villain Points.

For Ji Yanqing, most Villain Points came from Qi Ye; these could be obtained continuously. A small portion came from various supporting characters, but these were finite. The first meeting usually yielded the most; afterward, it was basically like the Chamber of Commerce President, yielding only 1 point or even nothing at all.

Ji Yanqing had just sensed that one of the duty rogue cultivators was new to Fuyuan Island. His eyes lit up instantly, and with a turn of his figure, he arrived at the workshop entrance.

“What’s happening?”

Ji Yanqing’s slightly drawn-out, impatient tone sounded, and the two duty rogue cultivators turned to look at him almost simultaneously.

Seeing it was Ji Yanqing, one of them felt his heart skip a beat, thinking this is bad. This man had friends in the Qingmen Sect and had already heard that Ji Yanqing lost to Qi Ye in the recent competition; he immediately realized Ji Yanqing was likely looking for trouble.

However, the newcomer seemed dazzled by the cinnabar mark between Ji Yanqing’s brows, staring straight at him.

Seeing that Ji Yanqing’s expression was becoming more impatient, the senior guard hurriedly explained, “Senior Brother Ji, an artifact recently went missing from the Hundred Weapons Workshop. We are performing routine inspections on the cultivators leaving the shop.”

As for why there was an argument, Ji Yanqing could guess even without asking. The Search Technique would peer into a cultivator’s artifact attributes. This cultivator likely carried something he didn’t want exposed, leading to his refusal. To find the missing item, the two guards could only block him, leading to the dispute.

“Let him go.”

Ji Yanqing’s words broke the conflict.

The new rogue cultivator had just reached the Qi Induction stage and looked quite young. He didn’t know Ji Yanqing’s identity or temperament and opened his mouth to argue.

“But, Senior Brother Ji, we are only acting according to the workshop rules. We haven’t done anything wrong…”

Before he could finish, Ji Yanqing cast a cold look at him and interrupted: “You’re being noisy. And…”

Ji Yanqing’s gaze toward him was full of disdain: “A mere rogue cultivator at the Qi Induction stage actually dares to call me ‘Senior Brother’?”

The light in that cultivator’s eyes instantly died out. He seemed unable to believe that this beautiful-looking senior could be so arrogant and so indiscriminate between right and wrong.

[Villain Points +10] [Villain Points +3]

Ji Yanqing didn’t know what kind of psychological shadow his actions had cast on the young man. Hearing the ding-dong of points increasing, he only felt his mood was very pleasant. He turned to head back to the tavern.

“Fellow Daoist, please wait.”

What voice?

Ji Yanqing was somewhat surprised. Setting aside the fact that he was quite fast, for that person to dare call out to him knowing his identity, he wondered if there was something urgent.

Thinking this, Ji Yanqing stopped and looked back. A youth with a rather plain appearance was standing behind him.

The youth said politely, “My thanks to you for just now.”

His voice was very gentle, like a spring breeze blowing lightly across a lake.

Hearing this, Ji Yanqing studied the person before him carefully and realized this was the man who had been blocked by the guards.

Earlier, Ji Yanqing’s full attention had been on the new guard—thinking only of how to farm Villain Points from him—and he hadn’t cared about this youth at all.

“Oh.”

Ji Yanqing replied casually. After all, what he did was just to do evil and gather points; he hadn’t truly meant to help.

The youth continued, “If I weren’t about to travel far, I would surely express my gratitude properly.”

Ji Yanqing’s heart stirred slightly. He smiled deliberately and said, “If you truly wish to thank me, why don’t you bring me a Heaven-tier Spiritual Treasure the next time we meet?”

A Heaven-tier treasure’s power is enough to destroy heaven and earth; it was absolutely not something this youth could obtain. He only said this as an excuse to make the youth retreat out of difficulty while testing if he could farm more points.

“Alright.”

The youth showed no emotional fluctuation. He spoke calmly, cupped his hands, and turned to walk away.

However, as the figure vanished from sight, the ill-intentioned smile on Ji Yanqing’s face gradually faded. He could sense that this youth’s identity was likely not ordinary. Perhaps he truly was a “Big Boss” who could casually produce a Heaven-tier treasure.

But what does any of that have to do with me, a minor villain?

Ji Yanqing laughed in his heart and returned to the tavern room.

The moment he entered the private room the President had arranged for him, he was nearly blinded by a burst of intense light.

The relatively small room was packed full of various artifacts and spiritual medicines. It was stuffed to the brim. Ji Yanqing even suspected that in the short time he was out, the President had brought over every valuable item on Fuyuan Island.

“Immortal Master Ji, this is a small token from our East Sea Chamber of Commerce. We hope you will accept it.”

The President’s heart was full of apprehension, yet he maintained a smiling face.

Ji Yanqing froze for a moment, then vaguely understood: This President actually takes me for the type of person who takes things for free?

System: “Host, isn’t that exactly what your persona is?”

Ji Yanqing: “…”

Thinking carefully, that does seem to be the case.

Seeing Ji Yanqing remain silent, the President became even more terrified.

“How can this be? I know you are a personal disciple of the immortal sect and do not lack treasures, but these items were carefully selected by me. If one or two catch your eye, please do not decline…”

Ji Yanqing opened his mouth to stop him, but then thought better of it. According to his current villainous persona, if he didn’t take something, the President would likely never feel at ease.

Thinking this, Ji Yanqing had to look over the pile. At a glance, he knew the President hadn’t lied.

Within that pile, one could see very practical herbs and spiritual fruits. For example, the Red Snake Pill—a premium medicine recognized in the cultivation world for helping with Qi Induction. There were also exquisitely made bottles and jars; though Ji Yanqing didn’t know what they were for, he remembered seeing them with the Hall Master of General Affairs, Lin Yuejun—they were likely very popular with female cultivators.

But as for what to take, Ji Yanqing had a headache. He had no use for pills or female items, and the artifacts were too precious. Fortunately, he eventually discovered a novel among the pile.

The novel wasn’t exquisitely made; it was likely just leisure reading for cultivators and wouldn’t be very valuable. By taking it, even if he didn’t read it, he would be doing the President a favor.

“I’ll take this one.”

Ji Yanqing spoke, and with a sweep of his sleeve, the novel flew out. The paper rustled as he caught it.

Seeing Ji Yanqing choose that novel, the President’s eyes widened. If he remembered correctly, he had bought that novel at a stall next door; supposedly it was the most popular book among the senior sisters of the Qingmen Sect. But after he bought it and flipped through it…

Dammit! How could those gentle and lovely sisters of Qingmen like reading this kind of thing!

But now…

The President looked up cautiously at Ji Yanqing. The cinnabar mark between Ji Yanqing’s brows made his appearance exceptionally beautiful. Thinking of the various rumors about the friction between Ji Yanqing and Qi Ye, the “truth” seemed ready to emerge.

Could this be the legendary ‘love turning into hatred’?!

The President’s heart was a storm of a hundred thousand waves, but on the surface, he remained dazed and nodded. “Good. As long as Immortal Master Ji likes it.”

Ji Yanqing didn’t notice the anomaly. He just wanted to leave quickly and tucked the book into his storage bag, completely failing to notice the title on the cover:

Falling in Love with My Ice-Cold Junior Brother