Free Web NovelChapter 4: To Protect What is Yours; Both Your People And Your Life
Ouyang Qianye did not care for hesitation any more. He had finally—finally!—been freed from his destroyed body.
He had been transmigrated for the sake of everyone forsaken! In a cultivation world no less!
He could not die again!
It might be unimaginably frightening, bloody, disgusting, cruel and unforgiving, but at the same time that it was all of those unsavoury things, it was miraculous!
What was common human disease in the face of a cultivators means? Even if his ALS followed his soul to haunt him in this world somehow there was probably some miraculous pill out there that could rid him off it. freewёbnoνel.com
That potential to finally be normal was why as soon as he saw that message, the awakening of the system and heard its golden voice whisper in his head, like the soft mutters of a destined lover in your ears during that first, passionate consummation night, he demanded himself into action.
"If I’ve awakened a system that means—" Qianye banished his tears with a wipe of his hand. His feet carried him forwards swiftly, and he went reaching for the blade, "There must be at least the slightest chance that I can survive this. Even if its slim—"
If there was even the slightest chance to live, what did it matter if he was transmigrated as a villainous character? If he had to be a villain to survive, he would do it!
His hand was stained in blood as he clasped the pommel. The blade scraped against the wood, his brows sharpened and his jaw set.
A cold determination hells more cruel than what a normal, modern man should be capable of, possessed his countenance.
The blade dripped his blood from its edge and he turned, threatening that flinty, malevolent look at the closed door and beyond.
Hence, he intoned, "Like hell I’m going to be a good little corpse and stay dead like the damned story condemns I should."
He ran forward, flipping the sword in his hand into a reverse grip. The hand holding it trialed behind him, fully stretched. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
The crash of the door thundered as he kicked it open and the yard, choked with disciples was reveled. He did not care in the slightest about them.
His bloodshot eyes constricted their attention onto Meng Jue. The brutish ogre was mounted over the servant he had chosen, strangling the life out of her!
Ouyang Qianye’s teeth grit and the foot that had kicked the door open slammed onto the ground and he whipped his torso forwards into a throw.
The sword flew from his grip, lancing through the air as he roared, "Meng Jue, you witless goblin, get your filthy hands off of her!"
The crowd was stricken to silence the moment he had slammed the door open. Roars of their warning came moments later as they noticed the sword cutting through the air:
"Meng Jue watch out!"
"Senior Meng!"
"Dodge!!"
’Hypocritical fuckers.’ Qianye laughed sardonically to himself.
The moment that the crowd had erupted into their warnings was when Meng Jue finally threw his head up. He had entirely disregarded the sound of the door slamming open, hell damned on killing the woman.
The blade shimmered in the late afternoon light. It was hardly a metre from his face when he tore his body one direction, thudding over the ground. Some blood spilt in his wake.
Qianye, walking forward with his back straight and his chin level, looked wholly unrepentant and daring despite the gang of marauding fools surrounding him.
While Meng Jue was dodging, he walked up to the woman that had rolled to one side, coughing and grabbing for air as she held her neck.
’That black golden hair...’
The woman, as she dragged herself to her knees slowly, urgently lifted her countenance to see him.
Surprisingly, despite having been strangled so hard that anyone else’s neck would have been snapped, she did not have the slightest wetness of tears in her eyes. Elves certainly did not cry easily.
He noticed the relief in them fill her so much he caught how easier she began to breath.
’Ouyang Qianye...’
As Meng Jue tumbled across the ground and the crowd reeled from their shock, Qianye lowered himself to a knee before her.
’How could you be so indifferent to someone so loyal?’
His gaunt countenance smiled faintly as his hand firstly brushed her head. Then it caressed down to the side of her face, "Go into the shack. Calm yourself and then you may come back out."
"M—My lord I—" She grabbed for breath as her eyes shimmered with a strong, hopeful defiance. "I must stay, I cannot—"
"That was an order." Qianye said, lingering his look over her for a brief moment longer. He let the bundle of silken hair he had held fall as he rose, muttering to her quietly, "Now, go. Protecting your secret is more important to me than dealing with these simpletons."
He stepped ahead of her, allowing his shadow to cover where she had laid and where the concrete had withered the ground somewhat, turning patches of it to dust.
Meng Jue was standing himself back up to his feet, with his hand rising to his face to wipe the faint trail of blood.
Qianye half glanced back at her over his shoulder, meeting the gold of her gaze that had been frozen over the blood across his back, with the enlivened and dangerously committed purple of his attention.
"Trust your master," was all that he said.
He looked back ahead, focusing his attention on Meng Jue.
[ Your actions have significantly affected an unnamed beings Alignment towards you. Her esteem shimmers brighter at your acknowledgement. ]
Then he heard the patter of her bare feet as she ran back into the shack, her hair tousling in the wind, and he smiled faintly.
’Good girl.’ He thought to himself, brushing his gaze over the crowd that began murmuring amongst themselves seeing the malnourished state of his body and the blood that he was bathed in. ’Now... It seems despite the state I’m in, my reputation precedes me.’
He was relieved to see that there were more than a few with reluctant looks to them, some indignant and others cowering back. It would be useful.
"After hiding behind a disgusting elf woman for so long," Meng Jue spat agitated, green flies of words, "you dare try to sneak attack and kill me? Both you and that lowlife are unprincipled scum. Is you trying to silence me not proof enough that you are attempting to hide the truth of you being a secret practitioner of the profane?"
"You are one obtuse plebian, aren’t you, Meng Jue? There is nothing disgusting about my elf. Not to mention," he scoffed, raising one brow. "Why wouldn’t I hide behind the back of a strong woman? You only chastise me for it because you don’t have the ability to do so yourself."
"Address the fact you are maidenless first, live a little more, and after enlightening yourself, you may come back to my yard with your apologies to her and me."
[ Your actions have affected Meng Jue’s Alignment towards you. His contempt grows darker at your insults. ]
[ Your actions have significantly affected Meng Jue’s Alignment towards you. His contempt grows darker at your insults, growing to four stars. ]
Qianye’s smile grew hearing the precious messages, angering Meng Jue further.
And then, even better ones came:
