"There are fifteen disciples undergoing training, led by the top disciple of the Tianzhi Sect Master. They should arrive in town around 5 PM," the shadowy figure said.

"The hour of You (5-7 PM)?" Geng Qi asked. "What time is it now?"

"Just past 1-3 PM."

"..." That means we have to wait another two hours.

Geng Qi looked up and glanced around the room. A screen separated an inner room. He went over and looked inside. There was a soft couch, probably for guests to rest on.

A conscientious business!

"Call me again at 5 PM."

Before the words were even finished, the person had vanished. Qing Han was already used to it. He picked up a sip of untouched tea and was about to leave when another head peeked out from behind the screen: "By the way, who is that sect's chief disciple?"

"You mean Rong Yu?" Qing Han turned his head: "He is the young sect master personally trained by the sect master of Tianzhi Sect. He was brought back from Kaopan Mountain a hundred years ago. He was only seven or eight years old when he entered the sect. After a few years of cultivation, he established his foundation at the age of fifteen and successfully formed his core at the age of twenty. Now, a hundred years have passed. All we know is that his cultivation is unfathomable. No one has ever seen him make a move."

This matter is known to everyone in both the righteous and demonic paths, except for their family member who rarely leaves the house and knows nothing about it.

"Brought back from Mount Kaopan?"

"yes."

Geng Qi frowned slightly.

Seeing that he seemed lost in thought, Qinghan asked, "Isn't the young master looking for a woman? Why are you asking about him?"

Geng Qi said in a serious tone, "Just curious."

"..."

Qinghan sighed helplessly, "Since they are from the Tianzhi Sect, why don't you go directly to the sect to find them, young master?"

"You can't even look at the protagonist's woman from afar, understand, young man?"

With a sigh that seemed to express deep regret, the voice and the figure disappeared behind the screen.

Qinghan thought blankly for a while. There wasn't a single pig in Gefeng Town, so where would the pig's feet come from?

Unable to understand, he blinked, turned, and left.

Behind the screen, Geng Qi lay back on the soft couch, and for some reason felt that the name "Rong Yu" was somewhat familiar. He turned the jade thumb ring on his left thumb.

[System malfunction is being repaired, please wait...]

"..."

Two years ago, I saw the same few words, and two years later, I still see the same few words: Unreliable and trashy system!

He wasn't originally from this world. Two years ago, he fell into a book called "The Record of Cultivation in Another World," a cultivation novel that he abandoned after reading only three chapters.

No plot, no cheat codes, and the system is a total rip-off!

The spoiler about the original ending was also the main reason he abandoned the novel: the male protagonist and the villain perish together.

Given his status as the supreme ruler of the demon realm, he is undoubtedly the villain, but he is still unsure who the male lead is.

So, keep a close eye on the female lead, find the male lead, build a good relationship with him, and you'll have nothing to worry about!

Without a hint of sadness or joy, he turned the jade thumb ring back, rolled over on the narrow, soft couch, and closed his eyes to sleep.

The tea room was silent. Qinghan closed the door when he left, and the dark figure disappeared from the room at some point.

As dusk approached, the summer sun had not yet set, and the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the entire town. A group of people appeared at the town entrance, standing there for a while without rushing in. The leader, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, stood with his back to the group, staring at a willow tree. On the slender willow vines, a black crow met his gaze. The crow flapped its wings and flew into the air towards the town, disappearing after passing the stone tablet at the town entrance.

The man's hand paused in mid-air for a moment, then a black feather landed on his fingertip, turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing.

...