3 By the way...
The breeze brought the cries of cranes from afar. A few cranes flew across the horizon and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
On the mountainside, which was almost level with the clouds, the young man curled up on the ground. White frost condensed from his chest to his limbs, and the coldness pierced his skin like needles from the ice.
The cold poison took effect, and in the extreme cold, the stinging wound seemed to be the only warmth.
Yan Rong was in a trance, thinking back to how his usually harsh mother smiled at him before he left, and softly told him to become a disciple of Qinglai and not waste his talent. After becoming an inner disciple, he could return to the palace, and his usually cold father would treat him differently.
He also thought about how before reaching Qinglai, the groom and the servant took out sharp weapons and stabbed him with a sneer, just because his younger brother Yan Jing was afraid of his talent.
Can't stop yet...
Yan Rong stretched out his hands tremblingly, his slender hands covered with frozen blood. The red ice crystals shattered with his movements, and the wound underneath oozed bright red blood.
He groped his way forward, his dripping blood forming a scarlet chain that laid across the winding snowy path. The messy footprints beneath his fingertips were covered by a new layer of snow, making it increasingly difficult to discern his direction.
Suddenly, a gentle breath blew away the frost that had accumulated on his body.
Hua Lang helped Yan Rong up and looked at his face.
Frost patterns were hidden beneath the cold white skin, like cracks in a fine jade. The amber pupils in the exceptionally striking fox eyes were bleached and unfocused by the cold poison.
"Who is it...let me go!"
Yan Rong pretended to be fierce. Although his facial features were colorful, they were now colorless due to the cold. He looked pitiful and had no offensive power, just like a little fox abandoned in the snow.
Hua Lang was stunned, his face expressionless, but his mind started screaming:
"001, he's so handsome, and he asked me who I was. I'm so happy!!"
001 was very puzzled.
[Host, didn't he just ask for your name?] And he asked it fiercely.
"The point isn't the name," Hua Lang began to argue. "For example, one day, you transformed into a human form and finally met the person you've liked for a long time, uh... Xie Hanjing! How would you feel if Xie Hanjing asked you what your name was?"
【Host, you are wrong. How could Tong become a human?】
"If, I mean if!"
[Then I will tell Xie Hanjing that my name is 001. If the host doesn't want to tell Yan Rong your name, I can lend it to you!]
Hua Lang: ...
never mind.
Why bother with an artificial idiot?
While Hua Lang was distracted, Yan Rong began to struggle, but he couldn't see, his limbs were stiff, and his struggles were light and flimsy, and the words he said were not threatening at all.
"Let me go. This is Qinglai territory. If you dare to do anything to me, the Qinglai Immortal will definitely not let you go..."
Hua Lang sighed. At this time, Yan Rong still had a filter for those who practiced Taoism. Unfortunately, this filter would be completely shattered in the days to come.
"Don't move, I won't hurt you."
Hua Lang easily suppressed Yan Rong and returned to the main topic, hurriedly asking 001:
"001, tell me how to suppress the cold poison!"
[Tong doesn't know either, how about you try to transfer spiritual energy to him? ]
Hua Lang immediately and clumsily controlled the spiritual energy in his body, and forced it to Yan Rong by touching his palms together. Sure enough, he saw that his face looked a little better and he stopped struggling.
He had just mobilized the spiritual energy to form a spiritual sea to save the shadow demon, and now he had to continuously transfer it to suppress the cold poison. After a while, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on Hua Lang's forehead.
Seeing Hua Lang struggling, 001 said with concern:
【Host, are you okay? 】
"Very good, very good, Yanrong is holding hands with me hehehe..."
Hua Lang smiled kindly, looking full of energy.
001: ...
Hua Lang reluctantly withdrew his hand only after the faint lines of frost on Yan Rong's face completely faded away.
001 even suspected that Hua Lang would take out a small notebook and ask for an autograph in the next second.
Fortunately, Hua Lang controlled himself.
As Hua Lang completely withdrew his hand, Yan Rong blinked blankly, and a drop of melted snow water shook off her eyelashes. Her warmed limbs subconsciously followed the man's warm palm.
"...Who are you and why did you save me?"
"Still can't see?"
Amidst the very light sound of self-murmur, a faint bamboo fragrance approached and then faded away. Yan Rong opened her eyes wide and vaguely saw an outline against the light.
Although the poison has been suppressed, the recovery of the eyes should be extremely slow. No matter what, he cannot see the person in front of him clearly.
Why did she save him? If she was after the power of the Luo Yun Palace, she would be disappointed. Thinking that she had no profit to gain, Yan Rong's expression gradually calmed down, and even a hint of sarcasm appeared in her heart.
"Ah, I'm the outer sect disciple on duty for this trial. Seeing you lying on the side of the road looking injured, I gave you some spiritual energy."
"Really?" Yan Rong said softly, then added, "Thank you so much, Fairy... My name is Yan Rong, and I'm a Qinglai test-taker. May I ask your name, benefactor?"
In Hua Lang's eyes, although Yan Rong's expression was still a little wary, he had obviously put away his thorns and his tone was no longer harsh.
It's so easy to coax, Hua Lang sighed, and waved his hand righteously, saying:
"My last name is Lei, you can just call me Senior Sister Lei!"
Do good deeds and be a good person, why bother leaving your name behind?
Yan Rong obviously did not doubt the surname and stumbled to Hua Lang and saluted.
Yan Rong's clothes were not close fitting. He was covered by a simple, loose robe, with only his slightly messy long hair hanging outside the robe. When he saluted, he looked like a long-haired cat.
"Yan Rong will definitely repay Senior Sister Lei for saving me today."
Hua Lang had a frozen smile on her lips, and she didn't hear what Yan Rong was saying at all. What Yan Rong said was just a long string of "meow meow meow" in her ears, and her head was filled with "So cute, so cute".
001 displayed a string of garbled characters in protest.
Yan Rong bowed again and said:
"Ahem... I hope Senior Sister will forgive me. Yan Rong still needs to pass the remaining trials and cannot stay here. I will come to find Senior Sister later."
After saying this, he turned around without mercy and groped his way forward again.
"Wait," Hua Lang woke up from his dream and said hurriedly,
"Something unexpected happened during this trial, so it's been called off. Since your eyes are not working well, why don't you stay here? Someone will be here to pick you up soon."
Yan Rong shook his head. His messy hair stuck to his cheeks, making his face look even paler and more pitiful.
"Senior Sister, Yan Rong appreciates your kindness, but Qing Lai uses this mountain as a barrier to entry to test the resolve of all disciples. No matter what happens, Yan Rong must climb up to prove her Dao heart."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister. Yan Rong is fine now..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hit a rock.
Afterwards, he walked straight towards the cliff on the other side with a red mark on his forehead. Just as he was about to fall in, Hua Lang quickly corrected his direction.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like he's alright.
No matter how much he is persuaded, he is so stubborn that it is no wonder that he wants to kill Xie Hanjing after eight hundred chapters.
Hua Lang could only follow Yan Rong quietly, looking at him fearfully, and held back several times when he wanted to take action.
[By the way, host, why don’t you tell him your name? ]
001 was quite puzzled by Hua Lang's sneaky behavior.
Since the host likes this unremarkable villain so much, why doesn't he want to tell him his true identity?
"001, based on my years of experience reading books, what if I tell him my name and he wants to have a passionate love affair with me?"
【Host, don't you want to fall in love with him? 】
"I'm not that kind of person."
Hua Lang looked at the thin figure in front of him, almost swallowed by the wind and snow, and said seriously:
"I just feel so sorry for him. Just because he had a tiny connection with the main storyline, his life was set up like this. He clearly did nothing wrong, but from the moment he was born, everyone he came into contact with was hostile to him. I don't know how much he suffered, and in the end, he was forced to embark on the path of demon cultivation and ended up with a tragic ending."
001 didn't listen to Hua Lang's long speech, but it caught the key word "main plot" and the topic changed direction with confidence:
[By the way, speaking of the main storyline, host, please go and help Tong find out. The male protagonist's injuries are so severe, won't it affect his talent?]
Hua Lang was successfully led astray, and couldn't help but think of Xie Hanjing who was injured by the spiritual energy, and said hesitantly:
"He's the male lead... he should be fine, right?"
[If the male protagonist can no longer practice, then I won’t be able to live anymore. 】
Hua Lang was horrified. "It's not that exaggerated, is it?"
Before she left, she asked her third senior sister to bring the disciples from the medical pavilion over. Logically, the male protagonist should have received treatment by now.
[No matter what, it all depends on Xie Hanjing! ]
"No, only Yan Rong is watching here!"
[Xie Hanjing is the male protagonist! Host, why do you hate him so much? ]
"I don't hate him."
[You clearly have it, but you still refuse to admit it! ]
"An AI without emotions won't understand!"
One person and one union were arguing fiercely in his mind. The sun was setting, time was passing by bit by bit, and the shadow was stretched infinitely until it disappeared into the darkness.
The distant mountain peak appeared in the vastness, the huge sky wheel slowly turned, and the star trails and moon phases emerged one after another.
Ming Jinshu's expression was indescribable. She sat on the high platform in the center of the Tianlun, looking at Hua Lang who had arrived late, and asked impatiently through voice transmission:
"Did you give someone a backdoor? This last one looks a little strange to me."
Hua Lang remained calm as he sat down next to Ming Jinshu, looking calmly at the medical practitioners busy on the stage below, and began to fool his senior sister:
"What are you talking about, Senior Sister? I've been guarding near the stele. Is there anything wrong with this last person?"
Ming Jinshu stared at Hua Lang for a long time but couldn't see through his face. He said angrily:
"Don't try to fool your senior sister. These brats need to participate in the second trial after they recover from their injuries. You can help him this time, but what about the next time? I don't think he's a good guy. Lust is a knife hanging over your head, little junior sister!"
"What do you mean by 'lust'? I'm not helping him just because he's handsome." Hua Lang muttered.
Ming Jinshu gritted his teeth and said, "You really did open the back door secretly!"
I knew there was no way this kid could get into Qinglai on his own.
Hua Lang didn't think so. After all, he was not in the original book, and Yan Rong had climbed up too.
"By the way, Senior Sister, where did you go today? Why couldn't the disciple on duty contact you?"
"It's those brats from Huatang Peak who caused me trouble," Ming Jinshu irritably reached out to grab a handful of hair, but then remembered that he was still sitting on the podium, so he had to put his hand down and said sullenly,
"They knew I wasn't in the inner sect these past few days, so they left the mountain protection formation without permission and went to the foot of the mountain to cause trouble. Second Senior Brother caught them red-handed. The Discipline Hall asked me to go back and fetch them, but unexpectedly, in just a short while..."
Just during this short period of time, the entry test, which had not encountered any accidents for hundreds of years, suddenly encountered a big problem.
Hua Lang smiled twice, lowered his head silently, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
She suddenly remembered that in the original novel, after Xie Hanjing learned Qinglai's unique skills, he left Qinglai, and the next moment Qinglai was destroyed... He really had the physique of a man who would bring bad luck wherever he went.
"Um, Senior Sister, how is Xie Hanjing?"
Ming Jinshu leaned on the armrest and asked, "Why, have you changed your mind?"
Hua Lang's face darkened, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "No!"
"My spiritual energy injured him. If anything happens to him, I can't escape the blame. That's one thing. Secondly, Master asked me to follow you to preside over the trial. If I don't care about him after something like this happened, it would be too heartless. Senior Sister, don't think too much!"
Ming Jinshu folded his arms across his chest and let out a long "Oh". He didn't know if he believed it or not. After a while, he said slowly,
"So, that junior has been staring at you for a long time, and you didn't notice?"
"What?"
Hua Lang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head as if he had sensed something.
In the pitch-black night, a figure that was almost swallowed stood at the edge of the stage, cold and deserted, clearly separated from the scattered crowd in the center of the stage. It was unknown how long he had been watching.
The flickering golden formation on the edge of the stage illuminated the inky black robe and a cold, white hand covered in scars.
That hand was holding a piece of golden bloodstained cloth.
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