You Really Think You're the Main Character of Some Story?!

Nan Xunran slightly raised his eyes and slowly said, "The Wen Clan?"

The System Light Orb leaped through the air, emitting a cheerful voice. "That's right, some members of the Wen Clan weren't at the Wen Clan at the time, which is why they were able to survive."

But in the past few days, they were all killed by the men sent by Shangguan Xieyue, and now only the Child of Destiny One remains.

Nan Xunran nodded slightly after hearing this.

The System Light Orb continued, "The identity of the Goddess of the Judgment Abyss is really useful. She acts on behalf of the Heavenly Dao, so even if she kills someone without cause, no one will question it. In fact, some people are even eager to help her."

Where is Wen Yi?

The System Light Orb flickered in the air and replied, "It's right outside the Nan Clan."

Nan Xunran an eyebrow slightly. "Is he seeking revenge?"

The System Light Orb chuckled. "No, it was just standing at the door, watching and encouraging itself at the same time. It was kind of funny."

Upon Nan Xunran's lips curled up slightly.

Nan Clan

Wen Yi's lips trembled slightly as he forced a low voice, squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth. "Nan-Xun-Ran!"

His voice was barely audible, and his facial muscles twitched slightly, as if afraid of attracting the attention of those around him.

Now, with his limited strength, he dares not vent his anger loudly, let alone avenge the Wen Clan.

He stood there forlornly, his body hunched over.

Just then, he heard several people whispering behind him.

"Another one coming to seek refuge with the Nan Clan," one of them said, glancing sideways at Wen Yi with a smirk.

"Look at his tattered clothes, he obviously has no skills." Another person chimed in, pointing in Wen Yi's direction.

"Don't say that, what if they're just hiding their true abilities?"

Someone spoke in a strange, exaggerated tone, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Wen Yi hearing these harsh words, Wen Yi's face instantly turned pale and then flushed.

His chest heaved violently as he abruptly turned and glared angrily at them.

The person being glared at instantly lost his temper, his eyebrows shot up.

He strode forward and roared, "You're not convinced?"

Wen Yi bit his lip, his eyes almost spitting fire, and shouted, "Don't underestimate a young man's potential!"

"Ill!"

The man cursed and raised his hand, slapping Wen Yi hard across the head. "Then show me how you can stand up!"

Wen Yi was slapped hard to the ground by that person, and fell heavily, unable to get up for a long time.

The man strode forward, roughly grabbed him, pulled him up, brought his face close, and said viciously, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Wen Yi, his face contorted in pain, managed to speak with difficulty, "How... how can you be so powerful?"

The man's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

He casually ran his hand across the entire street before saying, "You are far too ignorant. This street belongs to the Nan Clan. To run a business here, one must be at least at the Heavenly God Realm."

Then, he raised his chin and continued, "Those with immense power but no powerful background throughout the entire Sacred Domain have almost all gathered here."

Wen Yi asked in confusion, "Then why did you come here?"

The man rolled his eyes at him and replied impatiently, "Nonsense!"

Those who come to visit the Nan Clan are all from prominent families. If one can establish an connection with any of them, one can rise to great heights.

Wen Yi gritted his teeth and stubbornly said, "Why do we have to please others? Can't we rely on our own efforts?"

Upon hearing this, the man was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He then released his grip on the man's hand and cursed, "Are you out of your mind?!"

Then, he whispered, "Who do you think you are, the protagonist of some storybook?"

Wen Yi fell heavily to the ground again, his head spinning and stars flashing before his eyes.

But he still shouted with all his might, "I will prove that you can achieve success without pleasing others!"

Upon hearing this, the man subconsciously moved a little further away from him, secretly wondering if this mental illness was contagious; it was best to keep his distance.

At this moment, a clear phoenix cry suddenly resounded through the sky, accompanied by a scorching wave of air, and a phoenix with a fiery red body appeared.

Shangguan Xieyue stood proudly on the phoenix's back, her red dress fluttering in the wind.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, swaying gently in the breeze.

The phoenix suddenly flapped its enormous wings, instantly stirring up a fierce gale that sent sand and stones flying, changing the color of the entire world.

Wen Yi was instantly blown away by the gust of wind.

Then, the wind suddenly stopped, and he fell straight down from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground with a thud.

He struggled to his feet, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled.

The man next to him, seeing that he could still shakily stand up, muttered to himself, "He's fallen three times already, and he can still get up."

With that thought in mind, he quietly retreated without making a sound, and in an instant, only Wen Yi remained around.

The phoenix landed slowly, Shangguan Xieyue flew down from above, her clothes fluttering in the wind, landing perfectly in front of Wen Yi.

Wen Yi was rubbing his sore bottom with his head down, his face contorted in pain, and he kept hissing for breath.

Suddenly, a vibrant red dress came into view.

He subconsciously looked up and was instantly stunned by the beauty of the person in front of him, murmuring, "... So beautiful."

Immediately afterward, he snapped back to his senses, his expression changing drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Shangguan Xieyue?!"

He was from a minor noble family in the Sacred Domain, so how could he not even recognize Shangguan Xieyue?

He recalled that all the surviving disciples of the Wen Clan had died tragically at the hands of the Judgment Abyss, and that Shangguan Xieyue in front of him was the Goddess of the Judgment Abyss.

He glared at Shangguan Xieyue and roared hoarsely, "Why did you kill my Wen Clan disciple!"

Shangguan Xieyue slightly raised her eyes, her cherry lips parted slightly. "Why?"

Immediately afterward, she arrogantly declared, "I can kill whomever I want; why should I care what you think?"

Wen Yi trembled with rage and shouted angrily, "How can you treat human life so lightly!"

Shangguan Xieyue suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, her laughter shaking her body. Then she tilted her head back and said sarcastically, "In my eyes, you are not even as good as ants, so how can you talk about treating human life like dirt?"

Wen Yi widened in anger, his lips trembling, and he managed to squeeze out only one word. "... you!"

Shangguan Xieyue looked annoyed and said impatiently, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I need to see A-Ran."

As she finished speaking, a chilling aura suddenly surged from her body, spreading out and sending shivers down one's spine.

Wen Yi stammered, "A-Ran?"

He seemed to understand something, his eyes turning bloodshot as he hissed, "... Nan Xunran! You killed my Wen Clan because of him, didn't you!"