The Villain Has Something to Say

T/N: Hi, y’all, I just decided to pick up this novel for multiple reasons. To start with, my boss asked me to and secondly I love my boss! Haha, all jokes aside, I’m sucker for BL/rebirth/fantasy/cultivation type, and this one has got it all. And I appreciate how the storyline was unfolding so effortlessly, full of bittersweet moments but none of them feel forced, it’s like all the confrontations and climaxes make sense, all the crazy elements are well balanced.

Anyway, please read it, rate it and let me know about it.

And wait, let’s give a shoutout to Verdant Lore Translations and Bowl of Warm Soup, the previous chapters were translated beautifully by them. I know I have some big shoes to fill. Wish me luck. All comments and suggestions are highly appreciated.

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The Villain Has Something to Say

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Luo Jianqing’s first fighting ended in the time of a stick of incense.

Mu Tianxin centered on core trail. Although she was one of the Tai Hua’s Seven Children, she was the ninth to master core formation among the generation of disciples, so her strength was not so strong. No one would goof around in the competition among various sects. This time, Mu Tianxin happened to encounter Luo Jianqing. Even trying her best by playing all kinds of magic weapons and various elixirs, she did not cause any harm to Luo Jianqing.

Even among the Tai Hua’s Seven Children, the gap of strength difference was large to such a point.

When this fighting was over, Mu Tianxin pulled Luo Jianqing’s sleeve, complaining in a low voice: “Fellow elder brother, you didn’t make any concessions for me at all.”

Luo Jianqing responded in a helpless way: “Little fellow younger sister, I have already given you time to throw out your magic weapon Bombing Thunder, how can I further make concessions for you?” He implied that he was able to end the fighting in much a shorter time. To save face for his fellow younger sister, he had tried very hard to let Mu Tianxin perform well.

Mu Tianxin felt depressed and she pouted her mouth, turned around to not to see Luo Jianqing any more. It seemed that she was really angry. But when it was time for Luo Jianqing to come on stage for the second time, she still took out a bottle of elixirs from her Na Jie and put it into Luo Jianqing’s hand, and said in a low voice: “Anyway…since I will not use it at the moment, you just take it for use.”

Luo Jianqing did not know whether to laugh or cry.

This time, the disciple Luo Jianqing met on stage was not one of Tai Hua’s Seven Children.

The ninth fellow younger brother had just stepped into the Golden Core Period for no more than one year. As he saw Luo Jianqing, he carefully made a salute. Before Luo Jianqing did anything to him, the ninth fellow younger brother stepped backward timidly. With a stumble, he just fell off the fighting stage by himself.

Xie Zizhuo was stunned: “Oh, you the first fellow elder brother are so lucky! No wonder you’re not jealous at all!”

Lo Jianqing, “…”

In front of Ling Yun Hall, the disciples following their elders to come to watch the fighting were also surprised by the sight of these scenes.

In the first game against Mu Tianxin, they only saw Luo Jianqing taking defense for a long time, but finally he forced Mu Tianxin back with sword qi. And in the second game, Luo Jianqing didn’t even say a word after he was on his mark on the stage, but his opponent fell off by himself!

“The first fellow elder brother from Tai Hua Mountain…Is really as forceful as he was said to be?”

“My master has always been saying, luck is also a kind of strength. You see, the second fellow elder brother from Tai Hua Mountain, directly got a chance for a competition without fighting at all!”

“I am ready for a big, exciting fight, but now…”

After two rounds of competitions, those who were left on the stage were only Luo Jianqing, Wei Qiongyin and Zuo Yunmo who was lucky to get the chance for next round directly without fighting.

The random order for Tai Hua Mountain this time was so awful that every time the strength gap between the two parties was very big. Not to mention those foreign friars, even the disciples of Tai Hua Mountain were confused, and it took only a few minutes to see who would win.

Seeing that the foreign friars were discussing about it in a louder and louder voice, the disciples of Tai Hua Mountain grunted with dissatisfaction, and they began to cheer for their fellow elder brothers and sisters.

“Come on, fellow elder sister Wei! Fellow sister Wei, pull out your sword and show it to them!”

“Fellow brother Zuo is sure to win!”

Yes, for this game of semi-final, fancy Luo Jianqing marching to the next round without a fight.

Luo Jianqing helplessly walked off the stage, waiting for Zuo Yunmo to end his competition with Wei Qiongyin. The eyesight of disciples of other sects always turned to Luo Jianqing. In addition to the admiration and amazement at the beginning, in the eyes of the disciples of other sects, something unclear was there.

Luo Jianqing did not care about it. He watched the fighting stage as he looked up.

In this game, really you could feel the wind and cloud were surging, and it was different from the past fightings.

When Wei Qiongyin pulled out the sword for the first time, Zuo Yunmo still had his sword sealed in the scabbard, smiling at Wei Qiongyin. The figures of two people turned into void on the fighting stage. After fighting for about half an hour, Wei Qiongying had blood at the corner of her mouth, which meant that she failed.

Zuo Yunmo arched his hands and smiled, “Fellow younger sister, I’m sorry for it.”

Wei Qiongyin also cupped her hands to gesture back, going off the stage for healing with her face blue.

At this moment, finally, all the disciples of other sects became silent. They held their breath to look at Zuo Yunmo on the stage and Luo Jianqing off the stage. Without letting them feel disappointed, Luo Jianqing quickly touched the ground with his feet, and deftly he floated on the fighting stage, smiled while saying: “Fellow younger brother, in the heart of fellow younger sisters and brothers, you have been a big hero now.”

Zuo Yunmo showed ashamed smile on his nice-looking face. While shaking his head, he pulled the long sword out of its scabbard slowly. He said, “Fellow elder brother, I have been preparing for this fighting for seven years, and you need to be careful.”

With those words said, overwhelming sword shadows fell on Luo Jianqing violently. The shadows of the sword closely blocked each way from which Luo Jianqing could get out. Shouting of amazement came from the audience from time to time, but standing in the middle of the sword shadow, Luo Jianqing was still quiet with his lips curled up. No fear could be seen on his face at all.

“The first game of Qing Yang Sword formula, Scorching Sun Sword!”

Zuo Yunmo constantly held the hand formula, and the Qing Yun Sword in his hands quickly flied to Luo Jianqing. Behind him, a red sun rose slowly, scorching the earth with heat, shining.

Luo Jianqing ducked to avoid the overwhelming shadow of the sword, as if he had no time to care about the terrible sword tricks.

The round sun finally rose completely from the horizon, instantly it turned into a fireball, fleeing to the constantly dodging Luo Jianqing.

Outside the fighting stage, disciples felt that the temperature in the air suddenly rose. Many people even began to wipe sweat. In front of Ling Yun Hall, Sir Hao Xingzi touched his beard with satisfaction and lifted his hand to reinforce the boundary on the stage. Suddenly, the temperature dropped again.

Seeing that round sun had gone toward and even pressed Luo Jianqing, who seemed to be burning into charcoal, in an instant, Luo Jianqing showed green light between his eyebrows before a sword with a length of about three feet seven inches appearing in his hands. The sword was glittering with the color of glaze. Luo Jianqing raised his hand without any moves and thus he stood in front of the round sun.

Bang!

A sword stopped the advance from the round sun, and in a moment, the hot sun was gone.

However, at the next moment, Luo Jianqing suddenly went to the side in a flash, while a sword had been stabbed into the position where he was just now.

Zuo Yunmo smiled with his sword in hand and said, “Fellow elder brother, be careful and never underestimate your enemy.”

Luo Jianqing kept calm, saying, “Fellow younger brother, you are the one who need to watch out.”

As he said this, a crash of metal came out. Two people’s figures almost became void. During the constant collision on the stage, even Wei Qiongyin could not see their movements clearly. The disciples from other sects also felt confused, only the elders in front of Ling Yun Hall sighed in amazement in unison.

“Is this the match between friars in the Golden Core Period?”

“Tai Hua’s Seven Children live up to their name! Luo Jianqing definitely lives up to his name!”