Thanks for the Hunyuan Wuji's Reward

Received my first tip on this platform, thank you, Hunyuan Wuji.

I wanted to explain a few points raised by two readers and dedicate a separate chapter to thank you!

Although I don't know if tips count for books that haven't been officially published yet, I am still very grateful.

Please take a look at the following, which concerns the factions and how I handle certain character encounters.

Those who feel there are no issues can skip this.

If there is anything you don't understand, feel free to comment:

Regarding the protagonist eating at the inn and Ning Rongrong using money to humiliate him.

Because I incorporated my own emotions and my own way of handling things, it is only one-sided.

First, the protagonist's purpose for coming here is purely for the sake of Xiao Wu.

A headstrong little princess like Ning Rongrong must have people behind her.

As one of the Upper Three Sects, the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect leader must certainly have protection, otherwise Ning Fengzhi would not be unconcerned about her safety.

If the protagonist were to provoke her, the relationship would turn very ugly.

In the original work, when Tang San refused the invitation to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Gu Rong had the thought of killing him.

This kind of thing clearly happens often, in order to nip uncertain factors in the bud!

The protagonist is not a troublemaker; there is no need to argue with Ning Rongrong or get into a fight.

That would be childish.

He is a transmigrator, and the blessing of his talent and status makes him disdain arguing with a weak, headstrong child much younger than himself.

He is calm and rational, at least when it comes to weighing pros and cons.

The protagonist was full, well-rested, and about to leave anyway, so why stay deadlocked with her?

Taking the money before leaving to disgust Ning Rongrong doesn't make him lose anything, so there is no need to get angry.

Fighting the other party and teaching them a lesson is completely unnecessary and a very brainless act.

And regarding the faction situation.

Some say joining Martial Soul Hall is better than joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

I explained some of this in Chapter 25.

The founding of Martial Soul Hall was for the sake of peace.

Bibi Dong's desire to unify the continent is partly for herself, but the rest is based on facts.

Only when the continent is unified can spirit masters develop and make new progress, and things like war will be greatly reduced.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi is a smiling tiger.

Joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect means being exploited by him, or even being trapped by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a lifetime.

Relying on so-called affection is just a performance of fake sentimentality based on your talent.

Simply put:

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is not as magnanimous as Martial Soul Hall.

The protagonist might shamelessly leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect later on, but in the beginning, Ning Fengzhi would not give the protagonist good treatment.

His personality dictates that he will not be genuinely kind or provide the best training to someone he doesn't trust or know well.

The rewards given would not be better than those of Martial Soul Hall.

Snatching opportunities inherently risks becoming an enemy of Tang San.

Joining Martial Soul Hall allows for faster growth.

Character introduction:

[Hu Liena, a young girl who dares to love and hate. It's just that she met the person who made her heart flutter at the wrong time.]

[Just like a line I wrote earlier: A young man always exudes a fatal temptation under the inadvertent glances and gazes of a young girl.]

[The love between two people always surges uncontrollably when they least expect it.]

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Just like me in the past, unknowingly attracting the attention of a certain girl.

My ordinary life of going back and forth between three points, the ordinary me, was still noticed.

It was a girl's inadvertent glance, thinking I was good...

Qian Renxue was no selfless angel, but a person possessed of the seven emotions and six desires.

She harbored selfishness, along with anger and hatred—those negative feelings.

Yet she would rise against injustice, lend a hand to the innocent, and when meeting the pitiful amid hunger and cold, she would offer the single half-piece of flatbread she possessed...

In reality, children from families like hers shared a common flaw: a lack of care, a need for protection, a search for warmth.

She was the same. A child who had endured for so long, though accompanied by her grandfather, still required at each age the experiences and companions proper to that age.

Those inexplicable events that stirred such violent emotions within her carved themselves deeply into her empty, lonely heart.

From that moment on, the girl's heart truly began to beat.

Zhu Zhuqing, a girl who struggled desperately rather than submit to an arranged family marriage or to death.

She had crossed countless rivers and mountains, escaped relentless pursuit, and arrived in the empire where her fiancé had gone.

A girl raised under oppression, now bearing scars of her own, tried to comfort the fiancé who had abandoned her—only to witness a scene that shattered her heart.

As a girl from a subordinate empire, herself little more than an accessory, she had been drenched in rain since childhood with no umbrella to shield her. She longed for an umbrella that could block the icy downpour.

At that moment, the powerful figure of a youth broke into her heart.

Fear claimed one part, reverence another, curiosity the rest.

Given favorable treatment and a fine teacher, the more she learned of the youth, the taller his figure loomed in her mind.

The youth freed her from her present circumstances, so she would no longer be soaked by the rain... even if the one holding the umbrella was not him, it was still an umbrella he had brought!

A girl of meager talent who could only watch his glorious back in silence would repay this kindness and the stirrings in her heart with flawless, devoted effort.

She believed herself talentless, desiring only to glimpse, in idle moments, the youth's silhouette as he gazed at the moon from on high, his clear and unrestrained features, and those gentle, captivating eyes...

Yet those eyes never looked her way.