One Hundred Ways to Whitewash Villains [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

11.25

　　"Without those means, you are... nothing?"

　　Zhuang Qingwen opened his eyes suddenly, a thin layer of sweat secreted on his forehead, and the out-of-control spiritual power rushed through the meridians. It made his chest surge, and a faint smell of blood filled his mouth.

　　Panting heavily, Zhuang Qingwen could not hide the panic in his eyes. The panic that spread from the bottom of his heart made him unable to recover for a long time.

　　Wei Chengze is an ordinary young man. Although he has enlightenment in spiritual practice, his low talent blocks his way forward. Although he was full of passionate feelings for An Yingsheng, he was still too shallow in the world and could not see through too many things - Zhuang Qingwen had always thought so.

　　That's why he designed Wei Chengze without any scruples, trying to snatch what he wanted from that person just like before.

　　But now, Zhuang Qingwen couldn't help but doubt his original judgment.

　　The image of Wei Chengze when he said those words that night resurfaced in his mind. There was a calmness in those eyes as deep as a deep pool that didn't belong to a young man, as if he could see through his entire being.

　　The cool breeze came in from the window that was not closed tightly, blowing out the candlelight on the table that was not bright enough. The room became temporarily dark, and the figures not far away were also swallowed up by the sudden darkness, making it difficult to distinguish. The outline, like a strange beast lurking in the darkness, made Zhuang Qingwen uncontrollably feel a little afraid.

　　Taking a deep breath and suppressing the tumbling emotions in his chest, Zhuang Qingwen closed his eyes and worked his mind to calm the spiritual energy in his body.

　　Zhuang Qingwen is not a direct branch of the Zhuang family, and because his mother is just an ordinary person with a low status, even among the branches, he is among the group that is not taken seriously. Because he accidentally offended his father's most beloved son, he even failed to participate in the first bone test.

　　"How can he have the talent of cultivation when he is just a descendant of a mortal?"

　　When Zhuang Qingwen was unexpectedly valued by the Yuntian Sect elder who was traveling around, he wanted to accept him as a disciple and excitedly went to find his father. Standing outside the door, he clearly heard the father he had always admired say these words in such a contemptuous tone.

　　Like firewood falling into the water, with a "plop", only bare charcoal remains.

　　Then, he met his father's eyes.

　　Indifferent, cold.

　　That's right. With his father's years of cultivation, how could he not notice his approach? It was just his wishful thinking that even if the other party was always indifferent to him, he would always treat him as his own child.

　　Self-deception.

　　He concealed the fact that he had joined the sect and continued to act as an unpopular branch in his family. Then, when the banker encountered a great disaster, he followed his master and traveled to thousands of worlds.

　　The only mother he cared about had already died of illness, and there was nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this place.

　　What's more, he had a part of the credit for this disaster.

　　Later, the surviving children of the banker also came to visit, but the gap between them was still too big.

　　Due to sect rules, Zhuang Qingwen couldn't kill people, but he would never show mercy. Naturally, there was no surprise in the result.

　　Zhuang Qingwen certainly knew what those people said about him: he followed others' influence, was cruel and ungrateful, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

　　The world of cultivation is no better than the ordinary world. You can kill people with just one mouth. As long as someone is powerful enough to run amok, such innocuous messages will not make any waves at all.

　　Zhuang Qingwen's talent is good and his understanding is not bad. In terms of practice, it is not an exaggeration to describe him as a thousand miles a day. And just as he expected, as his strength gradually increased, those negative rumors gradually disappeared, and were replaced by comments such as "a promising young man" and "a genius."

　　Even the things he did to the banker back then have become what some people call "cutting off the fate of the world", which is a commendable thing.

　　The so-called reputation is just such a frivolous thing.

　　But - it's not enough.

　　As long as there is someone above that can suppress him, Zhuang Qingwen cannot rest at ease.

　　Strength, status, power—all are not enough.

　　So he tried every means to move higher, watching those who were once far above him being surpassed by him little by little, but he couldn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

　　"Your Taoist heart is not pure." The master said to him and closed the mountain door.

　　"After you think clearly about what you want, go back to the mountain."

　　However, nearly a hundred years have passed since leaving the mountain, and Zhuang Qingwen still has not understood what his master said at the time.

　　But not long ago, he heard the same question from the young man who couldn't hide anything on his mind.

　　"Is this really what you want?" Wei Chengze's tone was very calm, as if he was just asking an ordinary question.

　　Zhuang Qingwen slowly opened his eyes, the expression on his face was indescribably complicated.

　　Wei Chengze's injuries have basically recovered. He was allowed to get out of bed and walk by An Yingsheng a few days ago. However, his body is weak, but it cannot be recovered in an instant.

　　However, the practice that had been put down before was picked up. After all, the initial practice has the ability to improve the practitioner's physique, and it will naturally have considerable benefits for Wei Chengze's body.

　　The weather has completely cooled down, and Wei Chengze is already wrapped in thick winter clothes as compared to those who have cultivated his body. The small face looks even cuter against the backdrop of thick clothes.

　　When Wei Chengze was leaning on the rock behind the yard, lazily basking in the sun, Zhuang Qingwen glanced at him from a distance.

　　It was clear that the two people's residences were only separated by a small courtyard, but after that day, Zhuang Qingwen never visited him again. I can't tell what the reason is, but I'm just a little unwilling, and a little... afraid.

　　Whenever he looked into Wei Chengze's eyes, Zhuang Qingwen always had the illusion that all his disguises had been torn off and he was standing naked in front of him. That feeling is too unbearable.

　　Thinking of this, Zhuang Qingwen couldn't help but feel a little funny.

　　He is obviously a child who is not even a fraction of his age. It is really ridiculous that he would have such an idea. But when facing Wei Chengze, that feeling lingered no matter what.

　　Inner demons.

　　Things that are bound to appear along the way of spiritual practice are also the most difficult to deal with.

　　Everything that had been suppressed in the past was brought out by such a simple sentence.

　　However, even though he knew this very well in his heart, Zhuang Qingwen still couldn't control his emotions.

　　"Is this really what you want?" Wei Chengze's unwavering eyes appeared in front of him again, and Zhuang Qingwen's lips tightened slightly involuntarily.

　　What else could he want if it wasn't these things?

　　If what he wants is not these things, then what is the meaning of his past days...?

　　Curling his fingers bit by bit, Zhuang Qingwen seemed to have made up his mind and let out a low laugh.

　　So what if there is an accident along the way? His plans always achieve what he wants.

　　Covering up the slightly weird smile on his lips, Zhuang Qingwen took out the spiritual wine he had received from the Jiu Lao Fairy from his storage bracelet, walked out of the room and walked towards where An Yingsheng was.

　　Because of Wei Chengze's obvious rejection of An Yingsheng, An Yingsheng would leave without saying a word after giving Wei Chengze routine examinations and treatments every day. Although he now had the additional responsibility of guiding Wei Chengze in his cultivation, the time he stayed in Wei Chengze's room still did not extend much.

　　And in order to allow Wei Chengze to rest in peace and recuperate instead of walking around to avoid him, An Yingsheng rarely even returns to his own room - otherwise, Wei Chengze would have to change a room specially to pull him out. The distance between Kai and An Yingsheng.

　　Thinking of this, Zhuang Qingwen couldn't help but twitch his lips.

　　Human emotions are really strange things. It was clear that Wei Chengze's heart was full of pretending to be An Yingsheng, but even so, he could not easily forgive what An Yingsheng had done, so he pushed him away forcefully. And An Yingsheng, who finally understood his own feelings, buried his thoughts deeper in his heart because of the other party's attitude.

　　If someone with a temper like An Yingsheng hadn't met someone as stubborn as Wei Chengze, he would never have been able to get what he wanted, right?

　　But he met her, that's why he was like that... enviable.

　　The expression in his eyes deepened slightly, and Zhuang Qingwen lowered his eyes, making it difficult to see the emotions in his eyes.

　　An Yingsheng was found under a tree in the forest. The corners of Zhuang Qingwen's lips raised slightly, and he walked over with a smile: "Senior Brother An?"

　　Hearing Zhuang Qingwen's voice, An Yingsheng came back to his senses and took back what was left in the distance. He looked around and turned his head to look at the person approaching, but said nothing.

　　Having long been accustomed to An Yingsheng's taciturn temperament, Zhuang Qingwen didn't care about it. He just shook the wine jar in his hand and said, "Since my nephew's injury has recovered, it's natural to celebrate, right?"

　　Originally this kind of thing Wei Chengze should be involved in the matter, but with the stiff atmosphere between him and An Yingsheng now, no one would do such self-inflicted trouble. What's more, even if Zhuang Qingwen wanted to take Wei Chengze with him, An Yingsheng might not allow him to drink on the grounds that his health was not well maintained, or that he was underage.

　　In some respects, An Yingsheng is also terrifyingly stubborn.

　　The curve of his lips widened slightly, Zhuang Qingwen put down the wine jar and sat down next to An Yingsheng.

　　And...he didn't come to An Yingsheng to celebrate something that meant nothing to him.