Chapter 2 What exactly is this setting?

"Tsk."

This is so troublesome. In reality, the student in my class is mentally advanced, and even after transmigrating, he's still destined to work for the protagonist.

Qingjue had considered ending his life with a single sword strike, just like the saying online, to leave no future trouble.

However, if this pattern continues, and the protagonist is reborn, possesses another body, or transmigrates, then any of these factors will likely lead to his demise.

Besides, he's a kindergarten teacher; no matter how much he hates his job, he could never bring himself to harm a child.

Qingjue's mind went blank, and he simply put away his sword.

He let go, looked at the child who remained motionless, his eyes filled with compassion, and knelt on one knee.

"May I have your name."

The child was surprised that he asked for his name first, and his childish voice slowly replied, "Jie... Zhou".

Qingjue smiled slightly, looked into the child's innocent eyes, and spoke frankly: "Do you hate me?"

The child seemed confused, shaking his head as if he hadn't understood.

Qingjue: "..."

Their attitude is unclear.

That's not good. Don't let it turn into a persona of paranoia, that would be very much like Jiang Zemin.

Qingjue reached out, and the child didn't flinch, so he patted his head and said, "Get up, I'll take you out."

...

The Qing family disciple who was standing guard at the door counting heads heard the commotion and turned around: "Immortal Lord... um?"

He saw his immortal lord emerge, holding not a sword, but a child's small hand.

The Qing family disciple immediately stepped forward and asked, "Immortal Lord, what is this...?"

“The boy of the Xie family, Xie Zhou,” Qingjue handed the boy to him and said, “Qinghuan, take him to change into clean clothes. I will take care of the cleanup here.”

"good……"

Qinghuan pulled the child over, thinking to herself that her immortal lord was truly kind-hearted, treating even the child of her enemy so well.

He glanced at the child's innocent eyes and his heart softened.

...That's true, the hatred of the older generation has nothing to do with the children.

After thoroughly clearing out the Xie family's old house, Qingjue ordered people to appease the surrounding people and issue a public notice to inform everyone that the Xie family had been wiped out and that they no longer needed to live in fear.

After it was all over, Qinghuan returned with the child. The boy, named Jie Zhou, had changed into clean clothes and wiped his face clean. He was fair-skinned and looked like a handsome young man.

Qingjue reached out and pinched his cheek, then magically produced a string of candied hawthorns from her Qiankun bag and handed it to him.

"Go now, I have something to say to this child."

"Understood," Qinghuan put the person down and said, "I'll take my leave now."

After Qinghuan left, Qingjue didn't breathe a sigh of relief; instead, he thought it was time to move on with the plot.

Qingjue sighed, knelt down on one knee again to look him in the eye, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The child neither nodded nor shook his head.

He simply kept an eye on Qingjue.

Troublesome.

Could it be that he's the kind of person who's like a pressure cooker, with the prize pool accumulating more and more, and who knows what he'll do in the end?

It would be better to just tell him directly: "I killed your family members, did you know that?"

“I know,” he said, holding the candied hawthorn in both hands. “My parents did bad things, and they deserved it.”

"I... um?" Qingjue wondered if he had misheard, and frowned slightly, saying, "Say it again?"

The child obediently repeated, "It's what I should do."

The Qingjue tactic involves leaning back.

This frankness completely disrupted what he was about to say to offer guidance.

He wanted to spout some grand principles and establish himself as a gentleman, so that at least he wouldn't be blamed later.

But how does he know he understands everything? And why is his acceptance of it so good?

Is this guy three years old?

No, that's not right.

Qingjue realized what was happening.

Could it be that he encountered the reborn protagonist from the very beginning? Or was he also a transmigrator like him? Or perhaps he awakened an awakening?

"...Study math, physics, and chemistry well?"

"?"

It's not time travel.

“Little friend, teacher… I’m asking you very seriously,” Qingjue said, keeping his composure, and continued to probe: “Don’t you think this is wrong? Whether they did something bad or not, they are your family, and you should have a lot of feelings for them.”

“Brother Immortal,” the child replied earnestly, “My father and mother are not good to me, and I don’t spend much time with them. Although I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, I feel that I don’t have much affection for them.”

"...Do you know how old you are this year?"

Five years old.

"..."

Oh, five years old.

Then...

...Normal my foot.

Can a five-year-old child express himself so clearly and see things so clearly?

Do you believe he's not a reborn person, or do you believe I, Bu Qingjue, am Qin Shi Huang?

"Oh?" Qingjue forced a smile, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart. He continued, "But didn't your parents hide you in the water vat to protect you? Even if they treat you badly, I believe they love you."

“Brother Immortal is wrong,” the child said in a slightly unclear, childish voice, “Every now and then I’m locked in a water vat and starved. They’re punishing me, not protecting me.”

"...Then," Qingjue said, "are you happy that all your loved ones are gone?"

“No, I don’t think this has anything to do with me,” the child thought carefully and replied, “I’m neither happy nor sad. It’s right to be punished for doing something wrong, but they are my family, so I won’t be happy either.”

"Have you thought about where you'll go from here? When you're wandering around, you'll hate me for killing your parents."

"No, everyone has their own way of living. I can't blame the immortal brothers for my own misfortunes. That would be no different from being a bad person."

Qingjue guessed that he had been reborn, but seeing his childish face and hearing him say such things in a babyish voice, she couldn't help but laugh: "Can you even tell right from wrong? You're acting like a little adult."

"Good and bad are in people's hearts. There are many things I don't understand yet, but I think at least I shouldn't become the bad person I think I am, nor should I blame the good person I think I am."

...

After saying so much, Qingjue paused for a moment, looking at the child with clear eyes. Although his words were not those of someone that age, they did not seem like an adult trapped in a child's shell.

It's also possible that his acting skills are so good that he can even fool people with his eyes.

The more it's like this, the harder it is to handle.

They had no idea which of the other person's words were true and which were an act.

There was no evidence to determine the other person's actual age.

We're too passive.

As Qingjue thought about this, his brows furrowed deeper. The child was a little worried, wondering if he had said too much or said something wrong. He didn't cry or make a fuss, but quietly added, "Immortal brother, I... just wanted to say that you are very good, and the brother from earlier was also very good. You don't need to be afraid that I will retaliate against you. I understand."

Kind immortal brother, please don't treat him like a bad child. He is sincerely grateful for everything you have done.

Qingjue stood up abruptly.

He... he even saw through his own thoughts? He even knows the word "revenge"?

A cheat system? A system? A plot-driven death?

Could it be that he...?

Mind reading? Or is it some kind of celestial being or deity descended to earth to undergo tribulation?

What kind of setting is this?

Isn't it a certain point or a certain river, but a certain eggplant?

Every bush and tree seems like an enemy soldier.

Qingjue still remembers her colleague's complaints: "Bu Qingjue, your most urgent task right now is to uninstall all the novel apps on your phone, and you'd better change the names too, I'm afraid you might time travel one day."

The words came true.

At that time, Qingjue jokingly replied, "Going to work is annoying enough, can't people escape reality for a while? If I time-traveled, I would take revenge on society first."

He escaped from one reality to another.

He hadn't been idle for the past five years; he had devoted himself to cultivation and consolidating his position, because he knew he was always at risk of being killed, raped, or used as cannon fodder.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, only those with strength have a voice. Fortunately, he adapted to this body extremely quickly, making everything much easier for him.

Okay, okay.

Qingjue was so angry that he laughed instead, because he found it so difficult to hold back that he felt relieved.

but.

So what?

At least he could curse whomever he wanted before he died.

As for life and death, good and evil, that's not his business. Even if there's a plot-driven death, there's no way to avoid it, so he might as well accept it.

Looking into the child's innocent eyes, Qingjue couldn't help but think: If he wasn't reborn and didn't have any special abilities, and was really just a three-year-old child, he was just a little more sensible and a little smarter.

Born into a family that everyone hates, how should he conduct himself?

Qingjue's mind raced, and he muttered under his breath, "He's such a good person."

He's a really good person.

I'm sorry, but I can't bring myself to make a child cry.

To put it another way, rather than leaving the risk in the unknown, it's better to keep the risk in a place that you can see.

As long as you maintain the right balance, you have nothing to fear.

"I admire you. Would you like to come back to the Qing family with me?"

The child looked at Qingjue, blinked innocent eyes, and asked, "Really?"

"Of course, I, Immortal Lord Wuqing, always keep my word." That is, provided you are truly honest and law-abiding.

Otherwise, what does the matter of Immortal Lord Wuqing have to do with Bu Qingjue?

From now on, I will use this title when making oaths.

Then, the rumors spread like wildfire throughout the Qing family's territory.

"Have you heard? Immortal Lord Wuqing has taken on a disciple! It's a three-year-old child."

"What's so strange about that? Hasn't the Qing family had plenty of geniuses since childhood?"

"Oh, not that kind of disciple! He's the personally instructed, closed-door disciple!"

"Huh? Who? Whose personal disciple?"

"Immortal Lord Wuqing! That noble and aloof Immortal Lord Wuqing, who can kill with a mere flower petal or a leaf!"

One person, who had the good fortune to witness the venomous tongue and cunning smile of Immortal Lord Wu Qing, sincerely asked: "...Is he noble and aloof?"

No.

"Immortal Lord, please have some tea." Inside the immortal sect, Qinghuan placed a cup of tea on the round table in the courtyard.

"Um."

Qingjue responded and took a sip of tea.

Previously, the tea served in the Qing family was bitter tea, which was even more bitter than his own life. After he transmigrated, he ordered it to be changed to sweet and fragrant tea, which was much more palatable.

If it were the real Wu Qing Immortal Lord five years ago, he would indeed have deserved the description of "noble and aloof".

But five years ago, when Qingjue's soul transmigrated, Immortal Lord Wuqing changed.

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