Jokes are the most heartless.
There are always some things you'll regret choosing for three years, but you'll regret not choosing for a lifetime.
When Chi Wangyue set up this plot, he did something inhuman; he viewed it from other people's perspectives and placed himself outside the story.
"As an insider, one cannot see the true face. By becoming an outsider, one can explore what is real."
According to the rules of previous years, the five people who set up the venue went to another place for training. This area was only for the participants and a "visual feast" for the audience.
Xu Nian was unexpectedly young. Gu Shuoxing, who was following behind Xing Juan, stood there, glanced at Sect Leader Xu, and his first thought was to sigh:
"Fortunately, the sect leader isn't that kind of white old man with a big beard! Xu Nian has white hair and purple eyes, and he has a captivating charm when he looks at people."
Gu Shuoxing was unknowingly led astray.
Xu Nian had felt a sudden gaze as soon as he sat down, but it was not malicious, just out of curiosity.
To avoid trouble, he pretended to know nothing. He silently tattled on the matter to the criminal's family.
Xu Nian transmitted a message in his mind: "Someone is watching me! Your disciple!"
Xing Juan protected the second son, saying, "Go ahead and look, you're not missing a piece of flesh, don't yell."
Xu Nian continued, "I'm not missing a piece of flesh, but I'm very beautiful!"
Xing Juan sensed that the sect leader had a somewhat "childish and stubborn" personality, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
"...You continue."
The two people around him, one a genius in talisman cultivation and the other a master of alchemy, each had their own ways of resisting external interference.
However, the sect leader's communication was still ongoing, and hearing his very serious reply, the other two also looked a little off.
"The competition will be held in four locations, all on Wuqing Peak. However, due to the special nature of the venue, each participant will be free to choose their own location. As for the content of the assessment, it will be determined by their respective chief examiner!" A host in blue robes warmed up the audience.
After he finished speaking, a lively discussion broke out in the room.
Some were insincere inquiries about our well-being, some were philosophical about life and decided things would work themselves out, and some were proud individuals with an unwavering determination to win.
At a glance, they were all people from our sect.
After Qingyi finished speaking, she left the stage. They warmed up the audience for a while, and then the host was nowhere to be seen again.
"???"
"What the hell is going on?!"
Some ordinary disciples were confused, but they mostly stood still, waiting for the next instruction.
From the moment they hiked up the Ruthless Peak, they were repeatedly shocked and filled with helplessness.
From "no flying with any props" to two thousand steps, to four competition locations, and still, there was no sign of any disciples of the Heartless Path.
The ordinary disciples are now completely bewildered.
Others, however, do not think this way; very few people treat hardship as a form of self-cultivation. But undeniably, they do exist.
Shi Wuyang is that kind of person.
He was dressed in a black robe, concealing his body and keeping his expression hidden.
He headed east alone, while the others, each lost in their own thoughts, followed. Qu Mingzhe, his gaze resolute, turned west. Bai Tian, smiling, led a group of alchemists northward.
As Xie Cuo watched the people around him brush past him, a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes. For some reason, he suspected that this wave of attacks was aimed at him.
The southernmost and most difficult place, Xie Cuo couldn't imagine what would happen if he met an old acquaintance through a pun. He was speechless and could only say, "It's a coincidence that fate repeatedly crushes the same person."
Chi Wangyue was waiting at the southernmost point for someone to arrive.
Standing beside me was a stunningly beautiful proctor named "-Shenyu".
As a qualified proctor, she has the right to exchange information with the "designer" and set up some gameplay methods that are suitable for children.
Every year brings different changes, but no matter what, they still have to take responsibility, since the phrase "all matters and safety are the responsibility of the invigilators" restricts "how to do it and how to do it".
Chi Wangyue respectfully explained in detail.
After listening, Chen Yu complained, "You are such a contradictory and peculiar person."
Chi Wangyue, who was described as "novel" by Chen Yu, replied, "...Thank you for the compliment."
Shen Yu said calmly, "You're too kind, Brother Wangyue."
Chi Wangyue, who was suddenly called "brother," wondered, "Are all naturally outgoing people this direct?"
Shen Yu clapped her hands and said, "You're just too cute, I couldn't help but say a few more words from my heart."
Chi Wangyue shifted her attention towards the entrance, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity, confusion, and resentment. "Why aren't they coming yet?" she asked.
"Little guy, are you sure?" Shen Yu looked at the figure in the distance with sharp eyes. It was out of sight and appeared particularly hazy, even the color of its clothes was blurred like a mosaic.
Chi Wangyue gave a forced smile. "Proctor Chenyu, now that you're here, let's begin."
"Alright, the sooner it starts, the sooner it ends. I don't want to waste my extreme kung fu on a few weaklings."
Chi Wangyue whispered to Chen Yu, speechless, "Why do you seem so interested?"
Shen Yu casually remarked, "Shouldn't people have some vitality?"
In the distance, he watched as Chen Yu solemnly explained the rules to the contestants.
"?"
Chi Wangyue hides behind the rules, secretly observing the course of fate. To prevent any minor accidents, he even forcibly pulls the system out of the way to work!
Hu Li rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "Host... how far have we progressed?"
Chi Wangyue rubbed its anthropomorphic furry ears and said in a light tone, "The opening act is exciting, and the real show is about to begin."
Hu Li regained her composure and resumed her cheerful tone, "What should we do?"
"Let's watch the show first."
"?" Hu Li, not understanding but sensible enough, shut her mouth and obediently watched the characters "enter the scene".
The proctor, Chen Yu, recognized the person before her; he was Xie something-or-other, the youngest disciple of Peak Master Liu Wushuang. As for other matters, they were not her concern.
Thinking of this, Chen Yu became even more indifferent, and her goal of striking sooner was getting closer.
"Welcome to the southern area. I am the proctor, Chen Yu. This scene is a 'play.' Please select an identity card to trigger a short scene. The identity card will be automatically selected for you."
Friendly reminder: "You are the character, and the character is you."
After Shen Yu finished speaking, she turned around and disappeared behind the thick fog. As an outsider, Chi Wangyue watched with Shen Yu as the young man in front of her made his plans.
"How far do you think he can go?" Chen Yu asked.
Chi Wangyue glanced at him, who was still making choices. "No matter what he does, he will be fine. When all the choices are laid out in front of him, how well he can do it is not up to anyone else to say, it all depends on the person who breaks the deadlock."
"Besides, everyone is the main character in their own story, and we might just be supporting characters who briefly pass by them."
Xie Cuo looked at the two paths before him: one overgrown with thorns, the other a bright and open road. Bright roses accompanied the thorns, while white birds and small white flowers bloomed together on the road.
Xie Cuo complained, "It seems like there are choices, but actually the path has been welded to his face. The designer must be some naive person."
"From childhood to adulthood, he was taught by the world to 'emerge from hardship.' He had suffered and his life was not smooth sailing. It was only after meeting Liu Wushuang that things got a little better, but for Ruoli's sake, Xie Cuo never dared to rest."
Honing his skills and practicing swordsmanship were both his hardships and his passion.
"Just one word, 'play,' Xie Cuo looked at a guy hiding in the shadows, a smile playing on his lips, and said two words, 'Very good,' before gracefully entering the scene, as if his chains had been broken."
Xie Cuo walked towards the direction of the thorns, his body was scratched, and the pain was felt one-to-one. The path was narrow, barely wide enough for one person.
However, it is difficult to reach the "illusionary realm".
"What?"
"!!! A butterfly, how did it get here?"
As Xie Cuo's consciousness sank, he saw a breathtaking scene unfold before him. Many small blue flowers and butterflies were intertwined, and he found himself in a place that resembled a fairyland.
As he marveled, his body was already trapped by some childish imp.
Chi Wangyue appeared helpless but was actually concerned. Looking at the little devil in front of him, he wasn't afraid that someone would actually die, but he felt a little apologetic for the NPC who had been mentioned as an ally when he first met him.
But looking at the somewhat stubborn Xie, he shook his head and said, "Your choice means that the path you take will not be smooth. If it were smooth, why not choose the hall formed by white birds and flowers?"
Chi Wangyue muttered, "These young people nowadays are really something! They can't even be unconventional anymore? They don't want to hurt him, but they insist on plunging headlong into trouble, acting like little beasts!"
He glanced at Chen Yu, who looked like she was enjoying the show. Knowing beforehand that nothing bad would happen, she was quite interested. "Don't be angry. [A minor character in the script] The life of the main character is not something we need to understand. Everyone has their own difficulties. The road will naturally become smooth when you reach the top."
Chi Wangyue: "Go to hell, you little supporting character. I just said it offhand."
It took Xie Cuo some time to go from surprise to indifference and wariness when faced with the flying flowers and fish.
Suddenly, someone called his name from behind.
"Outsider! Outsider!! What's your name?"
"???"
Why aren't you saying anything? Did I scare you?
Don't worry, I'm all alone here!
Hurry up and tell me! I'm in a hurry!
I won't hurt you, so I'll go first.
"Wang Yue, my name is Wang Yue, what's your name?"
A small, handsome man dressed in a blue-purple robe with swaying tassels called out to him from the mountaintop, confidently stating his name.
Xie Cuo was stunned for a moment, "Chi Wangyue?!"
Wang Yue tapped his head with her fist. "I am not Chi Wangyue, I am Wang Yue."
"Oh. Then why are you here?" Xie Tso said indifferently.
"Why am I here? That's a strange question. You're an outsider. Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Wang Yue asked, somewhat puzzled.
Where is this?
Xie Cuo continued to ask.
“This is a hilltop, and you’re standing here too.”
Wang Yue patiently explained it to him.
"Where are we going?" Wang Yue asked, seeing Xie Cuo's sudden change of attitude, and quickly followed.
"………………" "Stop following me."
"No, you're the first outsider I've ever met."
Xie Cuo looked at the little figure that looked exactly like Chi Wangyue and felt like he must have owed him something in his past life.
Xie Cuo said coldly, "Follow me if you want, I don't know where I'm going anyway."
“Okay.” Wang Yue pulled him along. “Come with me first.”
Xie Cuo frowned slightly as he looked at the little figure in front of him.
"Don't pull me."
"But you'll get lost."
Wang Yue said earnestly.
"Whatever you want." Xie Cuo didn't want to get lost in this godforsaken place.
Places that look beautiful are often places of visible danger.
They walked a long way, and along the way Wang Yue kept asking all sorts of questions.
Xie Cuo answered casually, and time seemed to fly by.
Until they reached the edge of a lake, where there was a small hut in the middle. The hut wasn't big, just big enough to sleep and cook, but it was surrounded by a fence.
Some of them resembled small shards of glass mixed with mud.
After washing, it looks like gold panning.
After Xie Cuo walked over, he realized that his face was covered in dirt and his clothes were filthy. He went to the lake and washed his face quickly.
"Wang Yue, do you have any extra clothes?"
Wang Yue “has”.
"Give me one," Xie Cuo said awkwardly as he asked to borrow one.
"Can you promise me something?" Wang Yue asked first.
"What is it?" Xie Cuo asked bluntly.
"Will you agree or not?" Wang Yue suddenly moved closer, looking into his eyes.
“…Promise me, let me go.” Xie Cuo’s tone was indifferent.
"Okay, I'll go get it now. Do you want to take a shower? Come with me!" Wang Yue pulled his hand and walked towards the designated shower area.
"This is it."
“Yes, tell me when you bring it over,” Xie Cuo told him.
"Okay. I'm off." Wang Yue moved nimbly to another place. He returned to his small house, took a set from his wardrobe, and went back inside.
"I'm back!" Wang Yue's voice rang out.
“Yes, put it here,” Xie Cuo said coldly.
"Okay." Wang Yue sat by the pool and put his legs in the water to play.
Xie Cuo took a quick shower and changed his clothes, only to find that Wang Yue had fallen asleep.
He sleeps very quietly.
The world seemed to quiet down.
Xiecuo put him inside the hut, and then he came out.
He walked to a relatively high hilltop where the ground was covered in soft grass with very little soil.
He was thinking about other things.
Xie Cuo did not reply immediately. Then a familiar voice rang in his ears again.
However, it's the grown-up version.
The moment Wang Yue appeared, Xie Cuo had already gotten used to it.
"Sit down."
“Okay.” Wang Yue readily sat down.
"Say something," Xie Cuo said, looking to the side.
"Promise me one thing." Wang Yue looked away idly.
“Tell me, I’m in a good mood right now,” Xie Cuo said, looking at him.
"I want to go down the mountain," Wang Yue said, each word distinct.
“Fine, whatever you say.” Xie Cuo looked at him.
She was exactly the same person he remembered.
He said the same thing in Longevity Hill.
Although it wasn't Xie Cuo who hurt him, he silently blocked it.
He was just a stranger, but Xie Cuo didn't regret it.
Despite being punished by his master, punished by the Xing family, becoming a laughing stock, and disliked by the Heartless Path, he still had to do it.
The injuries he suffered were taken by those who shielded him.
He, in turn, must repay him.
Xie Cuo remained silent, waiting for Wang Yue's next words.
Wang Yue pulled him up and said, "Let's go."
Where to?
"When we go down the mountain, you promised me there's a market there where we can buy and sell things, right? I want to eat candied hawthorns!"
"what ever."
Xie Cuo spoke coldly, but his heart was warm.
No matter what kind of place this is, he came here, met Wang Yue, so whatever.
"Anyway, that's just how he is."
It's been like this before; plenty of difficult things have fallen on his shoulders.
"Let's go, Wang Yue."
If everything he sees is an illusion, does the person and thing he sees still have any meaning?
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