My Cousin

How evil!

Everyone who heard Lu Mingchuan's inner thoughts couldn't help rubbing the goosebumps that had risen on their skin.

Who else could let out a laugh as evil as his inner thoughts? There probably wasn't anyone in the whole world.

After tasting Tang Yuehua's sweetness, Bibi Dong naturally didn't want to let her go.

Now, she planned to take Tang Yuehua wherever she went.

Tang Yuehua even felt as if she were being held captive.

(How terrifying. Spirit Hall really is a place of great terror.)

Bibi Dong stopped in her tracks. She had heard Yu Xiaogang's inner thoughts.

That guy had actually managed to escape Cuihua's clutches.

He was still way too overpowered.

(Damn it. If I were in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, how could I possibly be in such a sorry state?)

(I miss the first day under my father's protection.)

Yu Xiaogang believed that the reason he was suffering so much was that he wasn't on home turf.

If he were still in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, he could get anything he wanted, aside from being laughed at.

If he still had the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's support—

Would Spirit Hall dare to bully me so recklessly? Father, have you truly forgotten everything from the past?

But there was still one path to heaven.

That was to win the favor of Spirit Hall's Saintess.

Then he could freely enter and leave Spirit Hall's restricted areas, and completely blend their knowledge with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's.

Then he would become the smartest person in the whole world.

"Saintess, isn't that the fellow you bullied... the one you rewarded to Cuihua yesterday?" Tang Yuehua spotted a gaunt figure walking down the street with a block of iron in his arms.

Bibi Dong had seen Yu Xiaogang too. Even if she hadn't, the thoughts in her mind would have kept reminding her.

The man carrying the person Cuihua had flattened into an iron pancake with Iron Underpants yesterday was Yu Xiaogang, who had somehow gotten out.

But now that he was out, should she meet with him?

Bibi Dong was pondering a serious question.

He looked even more disheveled than before. She didn't want to get anywhere near him—or even look at him.

Yu Xiaogang seemed to sense something. He turned around and saw a familiar figure.

(As expected, Bibi Dong still cares about my knowledge.)

(Even after making such a fool of myself yesterday, she still hasn't given up on me. Don't worry, I'll use what I've learned to cultivate you.)

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's narcissistic thoughts, Bibi Dong wanted to reach back in time and kick him to the ground.

Do you damn well understand that becoming a god doesn't depend on your lousy theories, but on strength?

If the last two rings need to be red, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, can your theories help me get them?

Bibi Dong had no desire to get close to someone so arrogant.

But how could Yu Xiaogang, who had spotted her, give up such a good opportunity?

He rushed over to them in three strides.

"Your Highness, Saintess."

Yu Xiaogang panted as he blocked their path.

When he saw Tang Yuehua, his eyes lit up too.

How could he not know the famous figures from other sects?

He hadn't looked closely yesterday, but today he finally remembered: wasn't this Tang Yuehua, whose name was even more renowned than his?

(Huff... Why didn't I see her yesterday?)

(Damn it. It was all his brother's fault for stealing my life. He knocked down every challenger with a single swing of his hammer. What immense power!)

(Let me see what you're like, you good-for-nothing whose name is even more renowned than mine.)

Hearing those words, Tang Yuehua was so angry she nearly lost her composure.

What did he mean, a good-for-nothing whose name was more renowned than his?

You're the good-for-nothing who shut himself away and didn't dare leave the house, yet you have the nerve to mock her, someone who went everywhere.

If Tang Yuehua had stayed in her sect too, how many people do you think would know her?

Tang Yuehua kicked Yu Xiaogang. She had learned five or six parts of Lu Mingchuan's swagger.

"Who gave you permission to disrespect our Saintess?"

Tang Yuehua was delighted to kick someone in broad daylight.

So this was how good it felt to ruin someone else's reputation.

Bibi Dong stared at Tang Yuehua's kicking foot, stunned. Weren't you supposed to be dignified and graceful?

How had you kicked Yu Xiaogang to the ground too?

It was lucky Yu Xiaogang had been squeezed into a walking skeleton. Otherwise, that kick would nearly have knocked Tang Yuehua onto the ground herself.

[Don't be afraid, Gangzi. You'll be in trouble today, but watch your cousin save your life.]

"Lay not a hand on my son!"

Lu Mingchuan dropped straight down from the sky, with the ever-diligent Old Butler by his side.

[Gangzi, why are you on the ground? Where are the guards?]

Lu Mingchuan reached the scene of the crime and saw only Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground, with Tang Yuehua and Bibi Dong standing before him.

Yu Xiaogang clutched his chest. The brutal Cuihua had tortured him until he was skin and bones last night, so that kick today had actually hurt.

He clutched his chest and looked toward Lu Mingchuan, stammering, "C-Cousin?"

Lu Mingchuan played along too. "Cousin, it's me."

Yu Xiaogang struggled to his feet and walked toward Lu Mingchuan.

Lu Mingchuan was getting ready to play the wicked cousin. The moment Yu Xiaogang came over, he planned to slap him across the face and shout at him.

Then, under Yu Xiaogang's equally wicked, resentful gaze, he would take him back to the place where the script had him staying for now—the original Lu Mansion.

When Bibi Dong and Tang Yuehua saw the clothes Lu Mingchuan was wearing, they sensed something was off. Why was that guy dressed in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's clothes?

And... had Yu Xiaogang gone blind? Didn't he see that the fellow across from him was even younger than he was?

How could he shamelessly call him cousin?

As they watched, Yu Xiaogang approached Lu Mingchuan, only to be kicked flying once again. The one who struck him was none other than the Old Butler.

The Old Butler took a stance that said, "If you want to get near my young master, you'll have to step over my body."

[Butler, you were supposed to let him come over.]

[And I wasn't complimenting you.]

Lu Mingchuan could only wave to Yu Xiaogang, whom the butler had kicked back to where he started. "Sorry, cousin. The butler is always looking after my personal safety, so this is just standard procedure."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and got back up. "It's fine. Your little brother understands."

(Damn it. Here's another person who stole my life.)

(I was the one who was supposed to be protected by servants.)

(Before I awakened my Martial Soul, I was treated like the center of the world too, but now...)

Clutching the spot where he'd been kicked, Yu Xiaogang walked far away from the Old Butler. He didn't want to go flying again.

Lu Mingchuan shot him a glance.

I hadn't hit him, but the butler had, so I didn't need to worry about it.

[Next, I should probably threaten Bibi Dong and the others, right?]

[Look, this is the evil, dark hand.]

[Come on, I'm here to stab Yu Xiaogang in the back. Today, you should threaten him and do bad things just like yesterday, right?]

Watching Yu Xiaogang go over to Lu Mingchuan, Bibi Dong couldn't hold back her urge to complain.

He changed his clothes and you didn't recognize him?

If you're going to pretend to be Yu Xiaogang's cousin, at least change your face.