This was my first time receiving a reward on this platform. Thank you, big bro Hunyuan Wuji.
I wanted to explain a few points raised by two readers, then give big bro a separate chapter to thank him!
Though I don't know whether rewards for books that haven't gone premium pay out, I'm still very grateful.
Please take a look at the following. It's about the factions and how certain characters meet.
If you don't see any problems, feel free to skip it.
If anything doesn't make sense, you can leave a comment:
About the protagonist eating at the inn and Ning Rongrong using money to humiliate him.
I mixed in my own feelings and the way I would handle things, so this is only one-sided.
First, the protagonist came here for the sole purpose of finding Xiao Wu.
A willful little princess like Ning Rongrong definitely had someone backing her.
As the daughter of the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, Ning Rongrong would certainly have someone protecting her. Otherwise, Ning Fengzhi wouldn't be so unconcerned about her safety.
If the protagonist picked a fight with her, things would turn very ugly.
In the original, when Tang San refused the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's invitation to join them, Gu Rong considered killing him.
It's obvious that this sort of thing happened often, to nip uncertain factors in the bud!
The protagonist isn't a troublemaker. There's no need for him to argue with Ning Rongrong or get into a fight.
That would be childish.
He was a transmigrator. His talent and status made him look down on arguing with a weak, willful child who was much younger than him.
He was calm and rational, at least when it came to weighing the pros and cons.
The protagonist had eaten his fill and rested. He was going to leave anyway, so why get into a standoff with her?
He could even annoy Ning Rongrong by taking her money before he left, and he had nothing to lose. There was no need to get angry.
Getting into a fight with her and teaching her a lesson was completely unnecessary—a brain-dead thing to do.
Now, about the factions.
Some say joining the Spirit Hall is worse than joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
I explained some of this in Chapter 25.
The Spirit Hall was founded for the sake of peace.
Bibi Dong wanted to unify the continent, mostly for her own sake, but some of it was simply true.
Only if the continent was unified could Soul Masters develop and make new advances. Things like war would also be greatly reduced.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi was a smiling tiger.
If you joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he would exploit you, and might even keep you there for your whole life.
That so-called affection was just a show of false sincerity, because he valued your talent.
To put it simply:
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was not as magnanimous as the Spirit Hall.
Later, the protagonist would shamelessly leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but early on, Ning Fengzhi wouldn't give him good treatment.
His personality meant he would never sincerely treat someone he didn't trust or know well, let alone give them the best training.
The rewards he offered wouldn't be better than those from the Spirit Hall.
Seizing opportunities could put him at odds with Tang San in the first place.
He could grow faster by joining the Spirit Hall.
Character introductions:
[Hu Liena, a girl who dared to love and hate. She simply met the person who made her heart flutter at the wrong time.]
[As I wrote earlier: A young man always gives off a fatal allure under a young woman's unintentional glances and gazes.]
[The love between the two always skyrockets when they least expect it.]
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Just like me, once I unknowingly caught a certain girl's attention.
My ordinary life followed the same three places, and though I was ordinary, she still noticed me.
It was one of the girl's casual glances. She thought I was pretty good...
[Qian Renxue wasn't a selfless angel, but a person with the full range of human emotions and desires.]
[She had selfishness, anger, hatred, and other negative emotions.]
[But she would stand up against injustice, lend a hand to the innocent, and give away the only half a bun she had to someone she found pitiful, even when they were starving and freezing...]
[In real life, children from families like hers shared a common problem: they lacked care, needed protection, and sought warmth.]
[She was no different. A child had carried on for so long. Even with her grandfather by her side, people needed age-appropriate experiences and playmates at every stage of life.]
[Those inexplicable things that stirred such powerful emotions in her would become deeply etched in her lonely heart.]
[From then on, the girl's heart truly began to beat.]
[Zhu Zhuqing, a girl who fought desperately against a family-arranged marriage she resented, and against death itself.]
[She crossed mountains and rivers, escaped a deadly pursuit, and reached the empire where her fiancé had gone.]
[A girl raised under oppression came back covered in wounds, trying to comfort the fiancé who had abandoned her, only to witness a scene that broke her heart.]
[As a vassal of an empire and an accessory herself, she had grown up with no umbrella to shield her from the rain. She longed for one to protect her from the icy rain that soaked her to the bone.]
[Then the young man's powerful figure entered her heart.]
[One part fear, one part reverence, and one part curiosity.]
[With better treatment and a good teacher, the more she learned about the young man, the greater the figure in her heart became.]
[The young man helped her escape her current circumstances and kept the rain from soaking her... Even if he wasn't the one holding the umbrella, he was the one who had brought it!]
[A girl without much talent, who only dared to silently watch his glorious back. She would repay this kindness and the flutter in her heart through her flawless efforts.]
[She believed she had no talent. She only hoped that, in her leisure time, she could watch the young man's figure as he climbed high to gaze at the moon, his carefree, elegant face, and those warm, moving eyes...]
[But those eyes didn't look at her.]