"Bullshit!"
"It's absolutely impossible for me to please a barbarian from a bad land!"
An angry voice sounded in the white jade palace built with high-grade spiritual stones. The speaker was silver-haired, and his slightly furrowed eyebrows showed dissatisfaction.
A few hours ago, He Qingming was practicing in seclusion in a secret realm. Suddenly a voice came from the sea of consciousness, claiming that he was bound to Long Aotian's harem system.
He was confused and didn't understand what the system was. It wasn't until a large amount of information entered his brain that he gradually understood that he was actually the so-called cannon fodder character in a certain storybook. He was created as the protagonist's rival and would be killed by the protagonist. The protagonist’s stepping stone to a higher realm.
Storybooks are also called novels in that world, and the protagonist of this type of novel is also called Long Aotian, the son of fate, and the protagonist at the center of the story.
The system claims that as long as he completes the task of playing Long Aotian's harem, he can change his destiny, soar on the spot, and reach the top of the avenue.
As a monk, whose dream is not to reach the top of the avenue?
He Qingming was naturally curious, but this thing was still too suspicious. In addition, he is now in Tianxuan Secret Realm and cannot leave the border in less than ten years. How can he complete the mission?
Perhaps sensing He Qingming's doubts, the system immediately displayed a prompt [Weaving the spirit to teleport out of the country].
He Qingming narrowed his eyes.
He is the first disciple of the Dao Sect in the Upper Realm, a role model for all young monks, and the genius who has broken through the Concentration Realm the fastest in history. He was born with visions of heaven and earth, filled with Dao rhymes, and auspicious clouds and auspicious colors. He was just full moon, and he was ready to vomit. He absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, jumps straight to practice his energy, and builds his foundation on the same day. His talent is astonishing.
However, now tell him that all his arrangements are to one day become a stepping stone for others. If his appearance is less than 10,000 words, he will be gone. How can he accept it?
Too ridiculous.
According to the plot description of the system, if he does not perform the task, he will be killed by Long Aotian sooner or later. If he performs the task, he will have a chance to change his destiny.
He calmed down and slowly digested the information brought by his system. At the same time, he also learned a lot of vocabulary and concepts from another world, including but not limited to various writing routines, such as the flow of breaking off an engagement and the flow of resurrecting a lover.
After a while, his eyes gradually changed, and he suddenly smiled and said: "I would like to see what the barbarian who will kill me one day looks like. Isn't it just pretending to be a harem? I will bewitch that barbarian until he can't figure it out!"
He agreed to the mission.
The system then said [Confirm that the host agrees to the task, now start loading the complete task].
[Remind the host to weave the spirit to change clothes]
[Hey, the mission is started, the location is the lower realm of the lower realm]
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The cave was dark and humid, with almost no light and no movement. The rotting grass and plants gave off a fishy green smell.
According to the system, the protagonist Jing Zetian was seriously injured and on the verge of death. He was also severely repelled by his own "evil devouring body". His life was in danger and he was just short of breathing.
[Tip: As Aotian’s confidante, you should save Aotian and help Aotian]
[Tip: You are the cool beauty that comes standard with traditional dianwen. Please don’t deviate from your personality. A suitable personality and correct acting method can help you gain Aotian’s favor faster]
Just talk nonsense. Do you want to say that the barbarian just wants to be cold?
He Qingming snorted and stepped into the dirty cave. His brows were slightly furrowed, showing a somewhat repulsive expression. However, before he could react, there was a sudden sound of wind and a black shadow flashed in the blind corner of his field of vision.
He was immediately shocked to realize that the opponent was already in front of him. The spiritual barrier rose up in response, but was crushed to pieces by the black shadow's hands with brute force.
In just a moment, He Qingming used his right hand to move the sword technique, but just a moment later, the opponent moved faster and pounced on him like a wild beast, his blood-red eyes revealing his ferocity in the dim light.
The incident happened so suddenly, He Qingming didn't expect that the other party would dare to kill him at a different level, but he actually allowed the other party to bully him like this, and even got pushed down and ridden up.
This barbarian... His eyes changed slightly, but his lip lines couldn't help but rise. After all these years, how many people still dare to kill him head-on? Dare you ride on him.
I saw again that the dirty young man lowered his head and was about to grab the snow-white neck with both hands, but He Qingming's protective spiritual power was triggered at the first touch, causing bursts of thunder and crackling sounds, and the young man's fingers were electrocuted. Injury, the skin on the fingers and palms is bruised. The difference in realm made it impossible for the young man to break through the defense of his subordinates.
"Well……"
The young man's mind was chaotic, and his beast-like intuition caught the danger first. However, it was too late. Before he could stop his hand, a sharp sword flashed in front of his throat.
He Qingming put two fingers on the young man's throat, and with just a little force, his body and head could be separated immediately.
At the time of crisis, the young man's subconscious broke out, and evil lines immediately appeared on his body, revealing the spiritual power of chaos.
But He Qingming said: "Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions towards you."
The pupils of the wild beast-like young man trembled slightly, showing horrifying vertical pupils, which were even more fierce.
The cave was dark, and a ray of light scattered from the highest point, revealing the figure and appearance of the person below. It stands to reason that He Qingming's appearance in women's clothing can make anyone in the world fascinated.
However, the young man seemed to be unaware of beauty and ugliness, and was not moved by beauty at all. Not only did he not hesitate, he suddenly bit him.
He Qingming was stunned for a moment. The protective barrier on his palm immediately appeared, but was bitten by the savage young man and cracked.
Is this kid a savage beast? Is this going to eat people? ?
He Qingming had never seen such a wild boy. Just as he was about to subdue the opponent, the young man suddenly showed pain, covered his heart, vomited blood, and then fell down.
"you……"
He Qingming sat up, his eyes fell on the young man curled up in pain, and he felt complicated. What kind of harem would he be playing if he had to deal with such a barbarian who bites people whenever he comes up and become this barbarian's partner?
At this moment, the system [Prompt: Rescue Aotian quickly]
After hesitating for a moment, He Qingming looked back at himself and found that his clean Taoist robes were all stained by that boy, and his face couldn't help but look a little ugly. He has a severe love of cleanliness and cannot stand even the slightest stain on his body.
"It's really..."
He took a deep breath, casually performed the Purification Technique, and then picked up the young boy who was curled up in pain with one hand.
"You are wearing the robe of my Dao Sect, and you are a disciple of my Dao Sect in the Lower Realm. As...senior sister, I am responsible for helping you."
He almost said that he was the leader of Dao Sect, but luckily he reacted in time. Of course, he just made this up casually.
The young man was trembling all over, not sure if he heard what he said.
He Qingming didn't care about him, picked him up and threw him on the grass under the shadow.
[Tip: Your persona is that of a cool and beautiful woman. Please match your words and deeds to your persona, and don’t be too cruel to Aotian]
Why doesn't it match? Do you think I'm rude? He wanted to eat me when we first met him. If I didn't fight back, I would be too moral.
He Qingming squatted down, holding the dirty boy's back with one hand, and pressing the boy's chest with the other, pouring spiritual power into it.
Suddenly he knew that this young man's meridians were broken, his spiritual power was running rampant, and his foundation was on the verge of disintegration.
"How could this be?"
He Qingming couldn't help but frown.
How can this barbarian still survive? For an ordinary person, the pain would be excruciating. What kind of willpower is this? You can actually hold on to your breath and take the opportunity to rise up and kill me.
His eyes changed slightly, and his spiritual power temporarily protected Dao Ji. Fortunately, he knew some healing techniques, otherwise this kid's life would have been difficult to save.
In the plot of the original book, the young man Aotian entered the lower realm Taoist sect as soon as he came out of the bad land. What kind of place is the Bad Land? In short, it is the most ferocious land in the world of cultivation. There are only ferocious spiritual beasts and the descendants of people who have committed great mistakes and evils.
No one will treat anyone who comes out of the bad land.
But the situation of young Ao Tian is more troublesome than that of a simple descendant of the Bad Land. He is born to "devour the evil body", has a bad physique, has extremely bad luck, is prone to trouble, and is even more taboo. Normally, no matter how outstanding he is, it is impossible for the Lower Realm Dao Sect to accept someone of his status. However, someone in the Lower Realm Dao Sect owed his mother a favor. In order to repay the favor, that person reluctantly accepted this young man as an outer sect. disciple.
In other words, this boy is still his fellow disciple.
He Qingming narrowed his eyes. In fact, regardless of whether there is a system or not, just because of this relationship, he will definitely help this kid. Because he is the leader of the Dao Sect, any disciple of the Dao Sect can be regarded as his junior brother and sister. He will not watch his fellow disciples die in the wilderness.
A quarter of an hour later, he concentrated on repairing the young man's Daoji, but his expression became more solemn.
The young man's Daoji continued to disintegrate, and a vicious force prevented him from receiving treatment, dragging the young man into a painful torture where he could neither survive nor die. What's even more troublesome is...
"Swallowing evil bodies."
He Qingming recited silently.
The Devouring Evil Body is a self-destructive body that not only crazily devours foreign objects, but also devours itself.
There are many kinds of innate physiques in the world of cultivation, such as the innate holy body, the immortal body, the five-element body, etc. Most of the innate physiques are conducive to cultivation.
For example, the innate holy body can breathe out spiritual energy and build foundation naturally at the age of two or three, and its talent is extremely heaven-defying.
The evil body is mostly a double-edged sword. The speed of cultivation may be similar to that of other innate physiques, but it usually has quite bad backlash. For example, if it swallows an evil body, it will kill its owner. Once the owner does not have enough spiritual power to nourish it, it will devour the owner's flesh and blood and devour the owner alive.
Legend has it that every owner of the evil body cannot live past the age of twenty, with only a few exceptions. However, those exceptions all later became demonized monks. Their final fate was to be punished by Taoist sects, and they would not live to be a hundred years old.
He Qingming learned this information from ancient books.
This kid was not only born barbaric, he was also an evil creature born from a bad soil. Under such conditions, he is still the "protagonist" of this world. That statement is simply ridiculous. But what's even more ridiculous is that now he has to save this kid.
"..."
He Qingming frowned, the spiritual power he injected was constantly being devoured, but the devoured spiritual power was not transformed into the boy's own power, but was instead polluted into evil force that destroyed the boy's body. Simple spiritual treatment was just endless torture for this boy.
The young man gritted his teeth, his lips turned blue in pain, his face was distorted, his whole body was shaking violently, and he moaned uncontrollably.
If he left it alone, this kid would definitely die like this.
He Qingming hesitated in his heart.
At this moment, the young man suddenly stared, his scarlet eyes revealing an extremely powerful desire to survive, overflowing with unwillingness and resentment, like a dying and roaring beast, clearly unable to move, but still trying to fight to the death.
I thought he was a wild boy who didn't know the heights of the world, but now it seems that his willpower is really extraordinary.
He Qingming unconsciously felt a sense of compassion. Born in a bad land and destined for disaster, he is doomed to be homeless throughout his life. But the road is vast and inclusive, so why should it be inferior to such a young man?
This kid seems to be only one year younger than me, right? Moreover, it was indeed the Dao Sect of the Lower Realm who did the evil first.
He Qingming lowered his eyes, put away his hesitation, helped the young man up with one hand, and actually took out a jade-colored, translucent white bone from the void.
This is the immortal bone, one of the sacred treasures of the Dao Sect, and the elder asked him to keep it.
"No matter what, you can't die here."
He Qingming placed the immortal bone on the boy's chest, and used his spiritual power with one hand to integrate the immortal bone into the boy's body.
The immortal bones turned into water, immersed in the young man's blood, and then formed a confrontation with the evil force. The two forces fought and fought in that delicate body, torn and repaired countless times, not only the pain of the body, but also the soul. Eighty percent of it is also severe pain.
An ordinary person would be unable to bear the thought of asking someone to kill him within a few breaths.
But what about you, a barbarian born in a bad land, what do you choose?
He Qingming stared at the struggling young man. He was still doubtful about the story, but the descriptions were too real to be fictional. In other words, this boy was the "protagonist" of the world.
But why does this kid do it? Why do you become the son of destiny?
"Can you hold on?"
He Qingming's eyes were dark, with a sense of severe scrutiny.
No one has successfully refined this bone in thousands of years, but can you?
The young man curled up and trembled, folded his arms, his fingers clawed into the flesh and blood, his body was covered in blood, and he was in an extremely miserable state. This posture is too messy. If it were someone else, He Qingming would have stayed away from him, so how could he hold him in his arms?
But now, He Qingming lowered his eyes slightly and concentrated on using his spiritual power to protect the law.
One day, three days... seven whole days passed. The young man was tossing and turning in front of him. He was on the verge of death countless times. He looked miserable but refused to die.
He Qingming started to question, and then sighed, somewhat unable to stand it.
On the eighth day of concentrating on protecting the Dharma, he felt somewhat tired, and the distraction technique needed to be cultivated.
At night, he set up a ban outside the cave, then sat on the stone bed and closed his eyes half asleep.
Half an hour later, the curled-up boy suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were dim and the air was clear, not as dirty as before. He felt that his body was not only restored to its original state, but also stronger than before. His realm had improved, the golden elixir was stable, the spiritual platform was full of innate spiritual energy, his muscles, bones, flesh and blood were indestructible, and he felt unprecedentedly comfortable.
The young man sat up and his eyes fell on the sleeping man, his beast-like eyes shining brightly.
He Qingming was suddenly alert, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of hands coming towards him, trying to strangle him by the neck.
What a good boy, you want to kill your savior when you wake up!
He stood up immediately, turned his spiritual power into a lock, and sealed it in front of the young man out of thin air. Not only did he stop the young man, but he also tied his hands.
The young man was unkempt and his clothes were dirty and torn. The confinement of the spiritual power chain finally made him stop attacking. His pair of beast eyes were ominous and terrifying.
"You barbarian, calm down."
He Qingming raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a bit of displeasure.
"..."
The blood in Jingze's eyes dimmed, and he looked at the other party with a slight doubt, but the terrifying aura of a ferocious beast remained unabated.
He Qingming sat up and said Ling Ran: "When I saw you wearing my Dao Sect clothes, I thought you were a Dao Sect disciple, so I came to rescue you. I didn't expect you to retaliate with kindness."
Daozong? Jing Zetian's eyes paused, and his face turned visibly darkened when he heard these words, with a bit of anger flashing in his eyes.
He grew up in a bad land, was accustomed to fighting monsters and beasts, and did not understand the ways of the world. He followed his mother's last wish and came to Daozong, thinking that he could find a place to live. He never thought that those people knew his origins, and everyone looked at him coldly. He was bullied during the training, and this time too, he was repeatedly framed by those so-called senior brothers, which also caused the evil body to backfire, and he was almost eaten alive. In his impression, Daozong was just a group of sanctimonious liars.
And this person...
Jing Zetian looked at the other party warily. He saw that the other party was dressed in Taoist robes, spotless, and his awe-inspiring posture was exactly the same as the upright monks who despised him.
Did this person really save him? Do you want to trust this person?
The young man's eyes were cold and he had a straight face.
He Qingming stared at the young man, with no intention of flattering this destined son. He was even more doubtful. Is this wild boy worthy of being chosen by Dao Dao?
The two of them were suspicious of each other and both looked unhappy.
"Whatever you think, since you are my Dao Sect disciple, I will help you. This secret realm is very dangerous and you cannot survive alone."
Jing Zetian obviously didn't believe it. When he came out of the bad land, he was not alone and didn't need help from others.
Did this person really save himself? He put his hand on his chest and felt an endless stream of innate power nourishing his spiritual roots and spiritual veins. It must be a sacred object, and he couldn't have it. In other words, was it given to him by this person?
Jing Zetian stared at the other person, still doubting what if something else was mixed into this holy object and was used to control and slave himself.
In response, He Qingming suddenly smiled and said, "I saved you, so you have to listen to me."
Jing Zetian frowned and was about to take a few steps forward when his legs suddenly became weak and he was about to fall down!
He Qingming's eyes were impatient, but he still reached out and picked up the barbarian, "You are seriously injured and have difficulty moving, so don't show off for now."
Jing Zetian's face turned even uglier, and he was on the verge of doubting whether this person had bad intentions or good intentions. However, he was helped up by the other party and looked at impatiently.
He Qingming subconsciously asked: "You are dirty, why didn't the Dao Sect of the Lower Realm teach you the art of purification?"
What purification technique? Jing Zetian had never heard of it and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
However, the man made a secret with one hand and activated his spiritual power, and then his eyes became new. All the blood and stains on his body disappeared, and his clothes were as clean as ever and had been replaced with new ones.
"Looking at your expression, it seems like no one has taught you."
He Qingming frowned. This time he was not blaming the other party, but the missionary atmosphere of the Lower Realm Dao Sect. Since he accepted people as disciples, why did he ignore them and not even teach the basic spells? It was a disgrace to the reputation of the Dao Sect.
But it’s not like he’s aloof and doesn’t know everything. The upper world and the lower world are too far apart to be able to be disciplined. The lower world is dominated by the weak and the strong, and the cultivation atmosphere is poor. Considering this kid’s troubled background and physique, he is indeed vulnerable to unfair treatment.
The Taoist sect is too big, and it is inevitable that it will harbor filth and evil.
Jing Zetian remained silent after hearing this, with a youthful look on his brows.
"I don't need to learn this technique. If I don't care about life or death, how can I care about being clean?"
The barbarian has no idea. In order to survive, he can lie dormant in the filthy blood abyss for a long time. However, no one likes to be covered in dirt.
"In short, you must remember to learn what I am teaching you now. As a disciple of the Dao Sect, you must pay attention to your own image."
He Qingming stared into Jing Zetian's eyes and emphasized.
Jing Zetian snorted, thinking that this person must be a pedantic inner disciple of the Dao Sect. He could only crush others because of his superior resources.
He glanced at the other person's face again and saw that it was clean and delicate, and he even thought that the other person was absolutely pampered on weekdays. Save yourself just for the sake of the sect’s reputation.
He did remember that when he first entered the sect, he was often ridiculed and scolded by disciples from such aristocratic families, and many of them insulted his relatives. How could he bear it? The same must be true for this person.
"What does the Dao Sect have to do with me? They bully me and humiliate me. It doesn't matter if the sect doesn't treat me like this."
Jing Zetian couldn't help but retort, but suddenly his energy and blood surged, he vomited blood again, and his face turned even pale.
Seeing the boy's eyes darken and he fainted again, He Qingming pursed his lips slightly but still supported him. He sighed inwardly, not to mention that he didn't think he could get along with this kid anymore, but what else could he do, not keep taking care of him?
He still doesn't believe that this barbarian will become the son of destiny in the future. Am I more suitable than him?
At this time, the system tone suddenly sounded, [Beep, the commentary has been updated! 】
[Reader] The cold beauty is Tian: Hey, I know the protagonist must be cool or tsundere, support!
He Qingming didn't have time to be surprised by the appearance of this thing. When he saw the word tsundere, he was immediately dissatisfied. What kind of arrogance and what kind of tsundere? Who is talking nonsense?
[Reader] Routine Emperor: Oh my gosh, it’s this opening routine again. I’m tired of it. Long Aotian can bump into beauties and give him resources when he goes out, right?
He Qingming was even more impatient. What does it mean to send resources? If I don't help him, he will die. Can I just watch the Dao Sect disciples die?
[Reader] 24K Dead House: Waiting and watching.
He Qingming was speechless, his eyes falling on the young man.
For thousands of years, no one has been able to endure the pain of immortal bones entering the body. This guy is just at the Foundation Establishment stage, and he actually endures it?
"...incredible."
He Qingming's eyes changed slightly. For so many years, he has always been the number one among his peers. Many people who claimed to be geniuses and monsters challenged him, but in the end they were severely taught by him, and they did not dare to be arrogant again.
But this kid... can actually defeat himself in the future?
He Qingming stared at that face, couldn't help but get closer, and reached out to touch it. Hmm...it's quite soft.
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Faintly, Jing Zetian endured the severe pain in his internal organs and forced himself to open his eyes. He saw the picture shaking. In front of him was the snow-white Taoist robe. Looking up further, he saw the outline of the man.
This person actually didn't abandon him?
What does this person want? Are you going to cure him and then slaughter him?
Jing Zetian's eyes darkened. Originally, he only knew that the Bad Land was dangerous, and that spiritual beasts would eat people without spitting out their bones. Only after leaving the Bad Land did he realize that the world of monks was darker than the Bad Land. They tried their best to torture and exploit people, and extricate people. The spiritual root, the talent of swallowing people, and the ability to refine people, even make them into furnaces and harvest them every day, which makes them crazy and inferior to wild beasts.
Although his "evil-devouring body" is harmful to him, it is said to be useful for some people with hidden diseases.
Thinking of this, Jing Zetian was suddenly moved and sat up immediately, looking into those eyes, he asked: "Are you trying to make me into a furnace and a cauldron?"
Hearing this, the girl-like monk in white blinked with an innocent and confused expression. He actually came closer, and strands of silver hair fell on Jing Zetian's arm. They were so close that they could feel each other's breathing.
He seemed to have no sense of boundaries at all, just looking at the wary young man Aotian up close, his beautiful eyes reflected Zhou Xuan's solemn Taoist pattern, his lips pursed, and he asked curiously: "What is a furnace and a tripod?"
