What to do if you wake up and find out you're a cannon fodder villain?
Yu Yan: Villain is fine, but cannon fodder is not.
As luck would have it, she is the villainous Master in a Xi...
The next day
Early in the morning, Feng Su got ready and sat down in front of Yan Hui Palace.
When Yu Yan came out, she saw the boy craning his neck towards the door, and she gave a barely perceptible smile.
Yu Yan: "I'm leaving."
"good!"
Feng Su tentatively reached out and hooked her hand on Yu Yan's sleeve. Seeing that she did not shake him off, he became radiant.
Lizhou Island
"Hahahaha, Venerable Yan's presence is truly an honor to my humble island!"
"Please don't be modest, Island Master. I was able to get in thanks to my master's influence."
Yu Yan let Feng Su hold her sleeve.
Yesterday she went back and reflected on it. Even though she thought she didn't care, she was ultimately influenced by that book.
She's just too sensitive.
Seeing his master chatting with the old man opposite him with ease, Feng Su gripped Yu Yan's sleeve tightly.
Li Quan stroked his beard and looked at Feng Su, scrutinizing him as if he wanted to skin him alive. Finally, he slapped his thigh.
"Oh dear, Venerable Yan, I remember you refused my recommendation a hundred years ago. Didn't you say you had no intention of taking on any disciples back then?"
The old man seemed to be accusing someone.
"Now that we have it, don't we?" Yu Yan turned to Feng Su and instructed, "It's windy on the island, remember to hurry and catch up with your master."
The boy nodded.
"May I go in?" the woman asked, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Island Lord, I have come here to ask you for a favor."
Li Quan's narrow eyes darted around, and after glancing at Feng Su, he suddenly whispered,
"In that case, Venerable One, why don't you consider the disciple I have recommended to you?"
The old man's words seemed like a joke, but Yu Yan knew he was negotiating with her.
In the past, she might have been willing to argue with him and at least try to get different terms, but now, Yu Yan suddenly had a different idea.
To Li Quan's surprise, the woman glanced at him calmly and said, "Okay, but I'll only consider it."
Li Quan's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh again.
He already knows Yu Yan. If she didn't have that idea, he wouldn't give her a chance at all. Since she said she would consider it, then she intends to investigate her!
Li Quan: "Great! Great! Hahahaha."
Feng Su didn't know what kind of riddle his master was playing with the island lord, but from the island lord's words, it sounded like he was trying to send someone to his master.
His fist clenched.
A hint of panic crossed her scarred face.
Lizhou Island is the place with the richest spiritual energy on the Star Zero Continent.
The island has far more natural treasures in terms of both variety and quantity than those outside the island.
The most renowned spot is the Spirit Pool atop the snow-capped mountain in the center of the island. The Spirit Pool can heal injuries to the meridians and soul, but the specific effects depend on the cultivator's talent and the duration of immersion.
But the way of nature is balanced, and for every gain, there is a loss.
The cultivators on Lizhou Island cultivate rapidly, and although their realms are profound, it is more difficult for them to comprehend cultivation techniques than for ordinary cultivators.
Even if the secret techniques of the major sects outside the island were placed in front of them, without a cultivator of higher cultivation level who had successfully comprehended the techniques to teach them carefully, they would be unable to learn them on their own.
Yu Yan came to Lizhou Island seeking help, prepared to be ripped off, but she never expected to be the one targeted.
"Feng Su, the Spirit Pool can heal your meridian injuries. From now on, it's up to you. You can use this pool as long as you want, so don't worry about the time."
Yu Yan walked to the edge of the Spirit Essence Pool and pulled her sleeve back from being grabbed by the boy.
Feng Su felt a sudden emptiness in his heart as his palms suddenly turned empty. He stared at the misty pool of white liquid, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
"Will Master be waiting for his disciple outside?" he asked.