Personality

Chu Zeming could not watch any longer, leaving the Scripture Pavilion with a darkened face.

On the first day of transmigrating into an alternate world, he had not run into a single good thing. Chu Zeming's mood felt like he had eaten ten thousand dead children, and his overall air pressure was frighteningly low.

On the way back to the household, not a single disciple dared to greet Chu Zeming, only turning their heads to whisper and gossip with those beside them as he passed.

Eldest Senior Brother is in a bad mood...

Recently the sect master took in a new disciple and even held an initiation grand ceremony specifically for him. Eldest Senior Brother is probably unhappy, which is why he has such a darkened face.

No way, no way? Eldest Senior Brother's temperament couldn't really be this petty, right?

I went to the daoist grounds today to watch the junior brother's initiation, and I saw Eldest Senior Brother standing in the crowd glaring at the junior brother, his gaze as if he wanted to kill him... Then he flicked his sleeve and left in a huff.

Tsk.

Chu Zeming cast his gaze over.

The two disciples whispering quietly immediately shut their mouths, looking up at the sky and whistling, pretending they had not been gossiping behind his back.

Chu Zeming turned his head with a cold face.

Returning to the household, Chu Zeming flicked his sleeve, once again isolating himself from this frustrating Danmei world.

At the same time, rumors began to circulate among the disciples of the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect that Elder Senior Brother had fallen out of favor, was emotionally depressed, and confined himself to his household all day long, spreading far and wide with reason and evidence.

However, Chu Zeming—who paid no heed to anything beyond his window and devoted himself entirely to being a cave-dweller atop the mountain—heard none of this.

After shutting himself away for two days, the former campus benchmark and paragon of top students, Chu Zeming, ultimately accepted the fact that he had become illiterate. In order to familiarize himself with this body as soon as possible, Chu Zeming began waking up early to practice morning exercises in the back-mountain bamboo forest.

His natal magical tool was a long sword with a crystal-clear, translucent blade that emitted a faint red, gleaming with shifting brilliance and looking extremely striking. Unlike the silver-plated wax spearheads in acrobat troupes he had seen before, this sword was a solid, genuine killing weapon that had tasted blood.

The blade radiated a chilling gleam. Chu Zeming wielded the sword, his surrounding aura extraordinary. Suddenly, fluctuations of spiritual energy came from the air not far away.

Chu Zeming's thoughts stirred at once. With a sharp gaze, he looked toward the side and thrust out a sword—

The surrounding air practically congealed.

The next second, a cry of surprise rang out. In the direction Chu Zeming pointed, two figures revealed their forms.

"Eldest Senior Brother, don't—"

Ning Weiyu opened his arms to block in front of Yue Lian. With his eyes tightly closed, his complexion turned pale.

Seeing this, Chu Zeming hastily retracted his sword, the piercingly sharp Sword Qi dissipating in an instant the moment it touched Ning Weiyu's face.

"What are you two doing here?" Chu Zeming's tone was not very good, though he had already tried his best to control himself to appear somewhat amiable.

Sweeping his gaze across the two, Chu Zeming froze.

Immediately, his sight involuntarily fell upon Yue Lian, who stood behind Ning Weiyu—

The white-robed youth possessed peerless looks, beautiful without being flashy. A pair of eyes were crystal-clear to the bottom, resembling the purest sacred lake in the world. He stood quietly there, seeming to have been startled just now. His rosy, tender lips were slightly parted, making one involuntarily wish to pluck them... Just by standing there, the youth already exuded an undeniable charm.

Chu Zeming stared at Yue Lian, his heartbeat growing faster and faster.

His reason clamored: Wake up, this man is as tall as you, has an Adam's apple, and what's under his pants might even be bigger than yours. What on earth are you thinking?!

Yet his emotions surged like a volcanic eruption, completely out of control. Every cell in Chu Zeming's body was screaming, excited to the point of almost fainting on the spot.

Yue Lian stood quietly behind Ning Weiyu, his deep gaze looking back affectionately at Chu Zeming.

The so-called what is unceasingly yearned for is bound to have an echo—was this not simply it?

Ning Weiyu had just escaped danger, fine beads of sweat still dotting his forehead. Just as he was about to speak, the moment he raised his head, he saw Eldest Senior Brother's gaze fixed dead upon what was behind him—

Ning Weiyu suddenly regretted not being able to resist Junior Brother Yue Lian's entreaties and bringing him along to secretly watch Eldest Senior Brother practice the sword. If he hadn't stepped forward just now, I'm afraid Junior Junior Brother would have met with an untimely demise today.

Thinking of this, a lingering fear surged in Ning Weiyu's heart. He stepped forward to shield him, blocking Chu Zeming's line of sight, and explained word by word: "Eldest Senior Brother, Junior Junior Brother admires you and begged me to bring him to see you. If we have disturbed Senior Brother's sword practice, Weiyu will take Junior Junior Brother away right now."

Chu Zeming's expression was very ugly.

Wielding the sword in one hand while clutching his heart with the other, he raised his head to slant a look at Ning Weiyu, saying coldly: "Get lost together with him, and don't appear within my line of sight."

Ning Weiyu's heart trembled.

Eldest Senior Brother was exceptionally talented, proud and lofty, and not very amiable toward others. But ever since Junior Junior Brother entered the sect, his temper had grown worse by the day. Glancing at the senior brother whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, Ning Weiyu's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed the hand of the junior brother beside him, intending to leave.

Yue Lian lowered his head, looking at the spot where Ning Weiyu was holding him, and could not help furrowing his handsome brows. He pulled his hand out, and then—heavenly sounds as clear and crisp as a mountain stream's jade spring rang out from the bamboo forest: "Second Senior Brother, men and women—no, men and men must keep a proper distance. Do not touch Lian'er unceremoniously, this is not proper."

Ning Weiyu was slightly dazed.

Junior Junior Brother's voice really sounded so nice.

Clutching his wildly beating heart, Chu Zeming had a face as dark as charcoal.

—This frustrating Mary Sue, no, Bailianhua halo.

Ning Weiyu shivered coldly from the surrounding low air pressure. Glancing at Eldest Senior Brother, whose face practically bore the words "get lost or I'll hit you," Ning Weiyu hurriedly coaxed in a low voice: "Junior Junior Brother, Eldest Senior Brother doesn't like you. You heard him just tell me to make you get lost."

Yue Lian paused.

Eldest Senior Brother didn't like him?

Really?

Yue Lian lowered his gaze and began to contemplate.

After a moment of pondering, Yue Lian raised his head, his eyes gazing calmly at Chu Zeming as he slowly spoke: "Second Senior Brother, you are dead wrong. Eldest Senior Brother likes me; he fell in love with me at first sight, and I can feel that he craves my body."

The voice was resolute and forceful, ringing with impact.

A mouthful of old blood nearly spewed from Chu Zeming's chest.

—Damn gay, forfeit your life!

The Liuguang Sword in his hand sensed its master's sudden emotional shift, its blade trembling. Chu Zeming slowly raised his hand, his eyes closed, the edge of the Liuguang Sword pointing straight at Yue Lian.

The surrounding aura abruptly plummeted by several degrees, murderous intent rising all around.

The next second, the Liuguang Sword would fly straight toward the forehead of this flat-chested, narcissistic, gay bastard!

Ning Weiyu was greatly alarmed. Disregarding Yue Lian's slightly raised, pretty eyes, he forcibly dragged him away from the bamboo forest in a rush.

Only when the two figures finally disappeared completely did Chu Zeming drag his long sword over to a nearby stone, sit down, and cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

—Just now he had been angered to the point of a reverse flow of Qi and blocked meridians, coupled with a heart that wouldn't stop pounding. Right now he felt a bit uncomfortable.

He sat cross-legged, regulating his breathing for a long time.

Finally, he felt somewhat better.

Chu Zeming put away his sword and stood up, walking out of the bamboo forest.

Disciples of the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect were as numerous as clouds, with good and bad mixed together. This consequently resulted in some disciples progressing fast in their cultivation and being able to comprehend things on their own, while others could not rely on themselves and required guidance.

As for the morning classes of the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect, they were established for the latter. Inner sect disciples with slightly higher cultivation would explain Daoist methods and answer doubts for all the junior brothers and junior sisters.

When the sun was high in the sky, it was precisely the hour when the morning class ended. A black-haired youth wearing a hair crown and exuding an aura of scholarly ink was lowering his head, meticulously tidying the teaching scriptures on his desk.

Suddenly, a cold, slightly hoarse voice sounded from outside the main hall.

"Xuan Mo."

Xuan Mo raised his head and looked toward the sound, only to see a handsome, boldly striking man in white leaning against the doorway.

Xuan Mo stopped the movement of his hands. "Eld, Eldest Senior Brother?"

Avoiding the stream of exiting disciples, Chu Zeming entered the main hall. With a "clack," he planted both hands on the teaching desk and lowered his head to loom over the erudite and honest sixth junior brother before him, speaking in an extremely harmonious tone: "Got time? Accompany Senior Brother to the Scripture Pavilion."

Xuan Mo froze.

Why did this senior brother—who had always walked alone and looked down upon everyone—suddenly come to find him to go to the scripture repository together? He wanted to refuse, but facing that imposing aura, Xuanmo's heart trembled and he dared not voice it.

"Yes, Eldest Senior Brother."

After Xuanmo packed his things and put them into his book box, he quietly followed behind Chu Zeming as they walked, not daring to let out a major breath, looking extremely modest and respectful.

Chu Zeming flicked his sleeve, feeling quite satisfied in his heart.

This was the treatment an Eldest Senior Brother ought to have.

What was up with those strange junior brothers and junior sisters from before?

Xuanmo had an orderly character and never talked too much. When Chu Zeming wanted to read but couldn't recognize the words, the first person he thought of was Xuanmo.

Entering the Scripture Pavilion, Chu Zeming took out the book he hadn't finished reading last time.

"Xuan Mo, you've read this book, right? Tell me what it's all about. It's too thick, your senior brother doesn't want to read it."

Trembling with apprehension, Xuanmo took the ancient text and asked curiously, "The Chronicle of the Xuanyu Continent... Senior Brother, why have you suddenly grown interested in history?"

Chu Zeming smiled without a word.

His brows and eyes were sharp and striking, but... somewhat frightening—as if warning Xuanmo not to ask what shouldn't be asked.

"I... I'll lecture for Eldest Senior Brother right now." Taking a deep breath, Xuanmo put away the small book box on his back, sat down orderly before Chu Zeming, opened the book, and began his explanation with trepidation.

"Ever since records began with writing, the Xuanyu Continent has already had four hundred and fifty billion years of history..."

Chu Zeming listened with exceptional care, the slumped poker face finally returning to a semblance of normalcy.

Along with Xuanmo's explanations, Chu Zeming's understanding of this world gradually deepened, though this was still far from enough. Over the next few days, Chu Zeming laid pile after pile of books in front of Xuanmo.

A hodgepodge of everything.

Most of them, however, were books on cultivation.

No matter how much Xuanmo loved reading books, after several consecutive days of high-intensity input, he felt a bit like vomiting at the sight of books by this point.

Chu Zeming picked out one, tossed it to Xuanmo, and said concisely: "This one. Read it aloud."

Clutching his nauseous mouth, Xuanmo looked as though he wanted to cry without tears: "Eldest Senior Brother, could you self... This is the sim—simplest cultivation mental cultivation method..."

Chu Zeming raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Xuanmo.

Those vibrant brows and eyes instantly revealed their sharp edge.

Xuan Mo took a sharp breath and hurriedly said: "Senior Brother, I'll read it!"

Looking at Xuanmo, who was entirely submissive and walking on thin ice, a satisfied smile appeared on Chu Zeming's face.

—On the fourth day of coming to this frustrating Danmei world, the Danjia transmigrated upgrade-genre male protagonist had finally relied on his own personal charm to successfully subdue the very first underling under his command.