Chapter 11: The upgrade of the same language conversion system turns the villain into the light of justice...

Xie Tingyu turned his head to look at him, "Oh."

On the surface, he remained calm, but inwardly he was laughing, "I hope you won't die with me after I die."

Wen Zhiyu held her head and said, "Young man, stop traveling to the eighth heaven. Junior sister can do it, right?"

The white and slender fingers curled up gently, and then suddenly brushed across his hand.

She said nothing, but turned her head and stared at Wang Ji through Wen Zhiyu's shoulder.

Wang Ji shrugged his shoulders, "My disciple is not talented. He traveled to the eighth heaven when he was young. My little sister has not been on the path of cultivation for long. I am afraid that her chances of winning are not great. But since Senior Brother Wen said this himself, I can't blame my disciple for bullying my little sister."

"Of course there is no problem. How about making an appointment to start the ceremony on the 7th at the same time at my Xuanyun Tiandou Platform?" Wen Zhiyu smiled and said to Xie Tingyu without saying a word.

Xie Tingyu pondered in his heart, if getting beaten was the only way to quickly recover his strength, wouldn't that be too tragic?

Is she some kind of scumbag?

Cannon fodder can’t be created like this, right?

Just as I thought of this, the mechanical sound of the same-speech conversion system suddenly rang in my mind.

[It is detected that the host has had more than 20% contact with important characters in the original work. The new system function is activated. The host can restore strength through tasks.]

Regardless of how the system recovers its strength, Xie Tingyu's heart was moved, facing the warmth and the gaze on her.

Ask in your mind: 'What?'

As soon as her thoughts came out, Wen Zhiyu frowned slightly, with doubts in her eyes.

[Help the villain become the light of righteousness, and eliminate his black value to completely restore his strength]

'I'd rather be beaten.'

[Some tasks are just interactive tasks, and the strength restored can resist the damage of Ximen Huairen's ten sword lights]

Xie Tingyu said without hesitation, "Wen Zhi and you will wait for me."

You’d be a bastard if you don’t take advantage of this.

Xie Tingyu's warm expression was strange when he heard her words, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

I'm waiting, can you kill me?

Wen Zhi's purpose for the seven-day fight was unclear. Xie Tingyu found it difficult to guess what he was thinking, but he didn't want to guess.

Wouldn't it be good for her to act like a cool and aloof beauty?

Wang Ji laughed twice, turned around and gave his students a few instructions, asked his disciples to take the lead in practicing, and left the training ground with a bright smile on his face.

Wen Zhiyu tapped Xie Tingyu's forehead and said, "Why are you pretending to be so quiet? You were very talkative before, weren't you?"

"It's hard to say whether I should say it or not just now." Xie Tingyu pretended to be deep, sighed and shook his head.

'So let you speak for me.'

Zuo Zicheng and Cheng Yan remained silent, pretending they didn't exist.

When Wen Zhiyu's eyes swept over, Zuo Zicheng raised the corner of his mouth, "Uncle Wen, is lunch ready?"

"I have already been fasting, and it is not even noon yet."

"How can you not eat? You are not a god." Xie Tingyu complained silently, Wen Zhi and his expression did not change, and he messed up Xie Tingyu's hair that he had been messing with for a long time in the morning.

There was some disdain in her voice, "Who combed your hair? It's as messy as a chicken nest."

Xie Tingyu rolled his eyes, "You can still see it before you rub it."

"I have been combing my hair for a long time. If you can, please comb it for me."

Under the somewhat awed gazes of Zuo Zicheng and Cheng Yan, Wen Zhiyu nodded and said, "I'll comb your hair next time."

Xie Tingyu: ! ! ?

Zuo Zicheng: Wow, these two have something.

Cheng Yan: Master Wen and Junior Master Xie have a really good relationship.

Under the astonished gaze of the three people, Wen Zhiyu slightly raised the corners of his lips, and scattered points of light fell into his eyes.

He looked stunning in his red clothes, giving off a unique vibe.

Xie Tingyu always liked his face. He drew out the sword and looked at the blade. He said to himself, "The red dress looks good. I suggest you wear it more often."

Wen Zhihe, who had not walked more than ten meters away, slowed down his pace, but no one noticed his subtle movement. The disciples all shouted respectfully, "Hello, Uncle Wen."

The disciples were all a little surprised that Uncle Wen actually had time to stop and teach them sword techniques. They gathered around Wen Zhiyu, vying to ask for his advice.

After Xie Tingyu sighed, "Wen Zhi is so popular," he pulled Cheng Yan over to teach him the third move of "Yuntian Sword Technique."

The system saw Xie Tingyu join the "sword dance" team on the training ground and took the opportunity to give her a task.

[Host, you now have a total of three tasks, in no particular order of difficulty, with no time limit, and random rewards.]

'Tell me about it.'

[The first one is to enter Wen Zhiyu's cave at night and say to him, "Brother, can you help me?" Helping others is a traditional virtue. This task is to let the villain know that helping others is happiness.]

[Second, praise Wen Zhiyu in front of Yunheng Sword Master, and let Yunheng Sword Master nod in agreement. Praise from elders is an important means to motivate the younger generation to be good.]

[The third one is to let Wen Zhi and take the initiative to do good things for people outside the sect. Please complete it separately from the first task.]

Xie Tingyu had originally decided that the third one was the most difficult, but now seeing Wen Zhi surrounded by the students who were eager to learn, he couldn't help but criticize the system in his heart.

"I think he is helping others. Can the third item be considered completed?"

[No, you have to advise me personally]

'Okay, let's arrange the first one first.'

Xie Tingyu was trying to do two things at once, but it didn't last long before Cheng Yan discovered her. Cheng Yan frowned and raised her voice, showing her usual irritability.

"Junior Master is very talented but doesn't know how to work hard. Why is he asking me about the Yuntian Sword Technique?"

Xie Ting's jade hand trembled, and the third move of the Yuntian Sword Technique, which had not been performed until now, flashed out and rushed straight towards Zuo Zicheng.

He dodged unexpectedly and the sword cut a part of his sleeve.

Zuo Zicheng raised his hand. His sleeve was missing a piece, which did not look very pretty. He chuckled and said, "Pay the money."

Xie Ting frowned, "I'm sorry, let me go back and ask my senior brother to borrow some money."

Since Xie Tingyu shook the sky with her sword when she first arrived, many disciples became interested in her.

There was a constant stream of glances coming over here.

This movement was also noticed.

"Didn't Yunheng Sword Master give his little disciple any spirit stones?"

"Does Yunheng Sword Master dislike his disciple?"

"That doesn't make sense. Last time, I saw Jian Zun personally taking Junior Master Xie to the library."

Xie Tingyu's figure appeared in the afterglow of Wen Zhi. He chuckled and said softly, "I have something else to do today, so I'll leave first. If there is a next time, I will definitely help you nephews to solve your doubts."

The disciples were still not satisfied and looked at Wen Zhiyu with reluctance, but they could only watch Wen Zhiyu disappear from their sight.

"Master Wen is a kind person, and he is truly a young man with great potential. He is truly the direction for our generation to strive for."

"Yes, it deserves the description of being amazing."

Zuo Zicheng saw Xie Tingyu holding the sword and looking in the direction where Wen Zhiyu left, and patted her shoulder, "Master Wen is indeed a genius. Little Master, you can ask him to teach you sword moves. I guarantee that you will improve quickly."

"Yes, I was fortunate enough to receive advice from Uncle Wen, and it really enlightened me!" Cheng Yan also echoed.

"So it's normal for you to admire him." Zuo Zicheng nodded vigorously.

Xie Tingyu was speechless for a moment. In fact, she was just pretending to be dead, fearing that Cheng Yan would get angry again.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhiyu's attention was attracted by her.

This is a really bad misunderstanding.

Who worships Wen Zhi and that crazy villain?

"According to the time, the canteen will open soon. We can go there first and try to get the hottest meals."

"With the power to warm you up, why worry about the food not being hot?" Cheng Yan said, "You only know how to eat. You should have been fasting a long time ago."

"You don't understand. The pork elbow in the dining hall is the best in Xuan Yuntian!" Zuo Zicheng refused and retorted with his eyes wide open.

Xie Tingyu was dragged to the dining hall by two men, one on each side. Zuo Zicheng wanted to prove that the pork elbow tasted extraordinary, while Cheng Yan wanted to prove that Zuo Zicheng was talking nonsense and that the pork elbow tasted just average.

Xie Tingyu: I don’t want to know whether the pork elbow tastes good or not.

Although she was only a teenager in the Second Heaven, she had at least reached the Ninth Level of the Ghost Realm, so she would not die if she didn't eat.

There were indeed not many people in the canteen at this time, and the only few people there were were the kind aunties in the canteen.

So, the three of them were the first to arrive.

"Don't worry, we can think about what to eat first." Zuo Zicheng scratched his head and blinked at Xie Tingyu, "As long as you say that pork elbow is super delicious, I won't ask you to compensate me for my clothes."

Cheng Yan hugged his arms and said angrily, "Don't try to cheat me. How much is your tattered sleeve worth? At worst, I'll pay for it."

Xie Tingyu turned a deaf ear and fixed his eyes on the bamboo strips hanging in the dining hall.

The name of the dish and the corresponding number of spirit stones are written on it.

Her gaze kept shifting and her brows became increasingly tense.

Red-roasted... son's head? Whose son's head?

Spicy chicken? Cursing?

Unparalleled duo?

Volcanic snow?

Xie Tingyu was stunned and stood there without saying a word.

What kind of crappy names are these?

After Zuo Zicheng and Cheng Yan finished arguing, they saw Xie Tingyu's eyes wide open and said in unison, "You like these? Then order them all."

"Don't imitate me!"

"Stop." Xie Tingyu held down a person with one hand, "What is a red roast head?"

"That's the braised lion's head. This is the rule set by the masters of Yaoling Peak and Jianxing Peak. When ordering, Jianqi has to carve the name of the dish on the wooden board." Zuo Zicheng replied.

"...What if he's not a sword cultivator?"

"Of course there are other ways to test, but I haven't tried them."

Xie Tingyu was a little speechless, "What about spicy chicken? Fried chicken with chili?"

"It is said that a long time ago, an elder fried chicken with chili peppers and found it very delicious, but it was too spicy for her son, so she named it spicy chicken! Very appropriate, right? As for the volcanic snow, it is a very delicious sweet dish. Finally, this peerless double pride should be a new dish. I haven't eaten it. Let's order them together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Zicheng and Cheng Yan skillfully took a wooden tablet and started carving it. Cheng Yan also threw one to Xie Tingyu. There was a talisman inside that could automatically restore it to its original state.

As time passed, many disciples came to the dining hall one after another. Xie Tingyu finally carved out the menu after much hesitation.

She has not yet retracted her sword energy.

Then Zuo Zicheng, who was sitting opposite him, asked Cheng Yan with a curious look on his face, "I remember you went to see the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons five days ago. Was there anything new or strange? Tell me about it."