Chapter 2 : I Really Am the villain
“Ye Xuan, what do you think?” In the Taihua Grand Hall, Daoist Qin Zhenren is quietly waiting for Ye Xuan’s response. At this moment, Ye Xuan is still entangled with the question of whether he is the villain. Logically speaking, he shouldn’t be that villain. He is a transmigrator, just arrived in this world. In other words, compared to this world, he is an independent existence. The plot characters of this world have nothing to do with him. He is not from this world—!!!
So, he definitely can’t be the villain. He just arrived in this world. Thinking this, Ye Xuan slightly relaxed. His name is Ye Xuan, which is different from the villain’s name. It must be a coincidence. Since that’s the case, there’s no need to think too much about it.
He bowed to Daoist Qin Zhenren and said: “Daoist Qin Zhenren, I do not wish to be an official. Fame and fortune are but fleeting clouds to me. I wholeheartedly aspire to the path of immortality—!”
An official? He wouldn’t go. Compared to the people of this world, he indeed possessed some thought patterns from Earth, making him appear somewhat intelligent. But that was just an appearance.
He knew nothing about this world and entering the complex bureaucracy would be like seeking his own death. Even being a disciple in this cultivation sect without the ability to cultivate is better than being an official without freedom.
“Ah, you have such a mindset, which is very good.” Daoist Qin Zhenren nodded and scanned the gathered elders, asking: “Which of the elders is willing to accept another disciple?”
The elders exchanged glances. No one spoke up; they all seemed focused inward. This was about accepting a formal disciple, not some errand apprentice; they didn’t want to waste resources on someone without spiritual roots.
Seeing their reaction, Ye Xuan muttered to himself, “Come on, you don’t have to make it so obvious, do you? I’m a transmigrator. Don’t you fear that I might suddenly awaken a system, and you’ll regret not favoring me later?”
However, such thoughts were just wishful thinking. Transmigration was already outrageous enough; expecting a system would be even more far-fetched.
“Since that’s the case… Elder Qingyan, your disciples are the fewest among the elders. You will guide Ye Xuan in his cultivation,” Daoist Qin Zhenren decided, as no one volunteered.
Hearing Daoist Qin Zhenren’s decision, Elder Qingyan reluctantly stood up, bowed to Daoist Qin Zhenren, and said:
“Yes, I will obey your command, Master.” Then, with a gloomy expression, Elder Qingyan approached Ye Xuan, who was now starting to panic.
‘Qingyan… Isn’t that the Daoist name of the heroines father in that trashy novel? This is too much of a coincidence!’
“You are Ye Xuan, right?” Elder Qingyan asked with a frown.
“Yes, disciple greets Master!” Despite his inner turmoil, Ye Xuan hurriedly bowed to Elder Qingyan.
“Hmm.” Seeing Ye Xuan address him as ‘Master’, Elder Qingyan’s expression softened slightly, then he continued:
“Since our sect’s foundation by our ancestor Xuanxia, we have had four generations. I am of the third generation, Qing. You are the fourth generation, Yu. Choose a Daoist name for yourself.”
“Uh…” Ye Xuan was speechless. Aren’t Daoist names usually given by the master? How reluctant must this master be to even let him pick his own name? But if he wanted to stay in the Taihua Sect, he couldn’t afford to offend his master. Choosing a Daoist name shouldn’t be hard. Yu, what about Yu…
But the next moment, Ye Xuan struggled to decide. Seeing this, Elder Qingyan frowned and suggested:
“Simply call yourself Yuxuan. It’s a good name.”
“Yuxuan?!” Ye Xuan was shocked. ‘That’s the villain’s Daoist name in the novel! Although my name is different from the villain’s, the Daoist name is the same! This is becoming too coincidental. Could it be that I’ve really transmigrated into that trashy novel’s world and become the villain who will be tormented by the heroine? This is bad!’
“Master, can I choose a different Daoist name?” Ye Xuan asked.
“Hmm?!!” Elder Qingyan’s face turned cold upon hearing Ye Xuan’s reluctance to accept the Daoist name he had chosen. “Say that again?”
“I… Thank you, Master. The Daoist name you chose is great, I like it.” Ye Xuan was both crying and laughing inside. Could it be that he was really the villain? Coveting his master’s daughter, cultivating demonic techniques secretly, ruining her beloved, and then storming in on her wedding day to kill her fiancé, only to be killed by her?
Ah, he definitely did not want to be that villain. Even if his master’s daughter was beautiful, he vowed never to spare her another glance, hmph! Unless she was as beautiful as the Sect Leader…
Ye Xuan sneaked a glance at Daoist Qin Zhenren. Although her hair was silver-white, her face retained the appearance of a twenty-year-old. She was the most beautiful woman Ye Xuan had ever seen.
Seeing Ye Xuan’s acquiescence, Elder Qingyan’s lips curled up slightly.
“Everyone.” Daoist Qin Zhenren addressed the hall. “The disciple acceptance ceremony is now concluded. Elders, please take your disciples away and guide them well in their cultivation. We look forward to their future achievements in the path of immortality.”
“Yes!” The elders left the hall with their disciples. Some flew away on their swords, while others disappeared using the teleportation array at the hall’s entrance.
Elder Qingyan led Ye Xuan down the steps of the hall and cast a spell. In an instant, a sword light enveloped them, and they soared into the sky as a streak of light.
“This is incredible!” Ye Xuan finally experienced the sensation of flying on a sword. As he looked down at the mountains rapidly receding below, he was exhilarated.
At that moment, Ye Xuan even entertained the idea of being the villain, secretly cultivating demonic techniques to break free from his lack of spiritual roots.
Maybe cultivating demonic techniques wasn’t such a bad idea if it meant gaining power. As long as he didn’t become a villain, it didn’t matter, right? In this world, what matters is not whether one practices immortal or demonic techniques, but whether one is a good or bad person.
Noticing Ye Xuan’s shock, Elder Qingyan smiled smugly. “Yuxuan,” he called.
Ye Xuan, still in awe, didn’t respond immediately.
Elder Qingyan’s forehead twitched in annoyance. “Yuxuan!”
“Ah, Master, did you call me?”
“Hmph,” Elder Qingyan grumbled. “Listen well. Since you lack spiritual roots, you may never succeed in cultivation. I have no expectations of you, but you must not be negligent, or else I will not spare you.”
“Uh… Yes…” Ye Xuan nodded. Even if Elder Qingyan didn’t say it, he would still do his best. People from Earth could never imagine the level of obsession they have with immortality. Even if they achieve nothing, as long as one person succeeds, countless others will crazily yearn to follow suit.