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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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After finishing his meal, Xue Xinyu delicately plucks the poisoned needles from the table. With a focused expression, he gathers his Qi, channelling it into his clenched fist. As he exhales softly, a surge of energy courses through him, and with a swift motion, he opens his hand, palm facing downwards. The needles, now crumbled to mere ashes.
Concern etches itself onto Li Tao's features as he observes Xue Xinyu's actions. "Xinyu Da Ge, are you alright?" he inquired, his voice tinged with genuine worry. However, Xue Xinyu's response is not one of distress but rather contemplation, his mind racing with the implications of his newfound abilities.
It wasn't merely about releasing his anger; it was about understanding the extent of the power he now possessed, inherited from Huai Xiaozhun's formidable legacy. Huai Xiaozhun's resilience against poisons was renowned, a testament to his upbringing. The ease with which Xue Xinyu destroyed the needles spoke volumes—it wasn't just Huai Xiaozhun's body he had taken on, but his strength and resilience as well.
Leaning back in his chair, Xue Xinyu allows the remnants of the needles to fall to the floor, a sigh escaping his lips. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, and while he had inherited Huai Xiaozhun's strength, he couldn't help but wonder if he possessed the same resilience to endure the trials to come.
"I'm alright," he assures Li Tao, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. Rising gracefully from his seat, he turned to address Liang Zhiguan with a gentle yet resolute tone. "Zhiguan, continue with your studies. I'll be inside, alone," with those words, he strides purposefully into the depths of his chambers.
Opening a floor tile under his bed revealed a small, unassuming black bag adorned with a simple blue rope, nestled within a secret recess. With a sense of reverence, Xue Xinyu carefully withdrew the bag and untied its delicate knot. As he peered inside, a small, satisfied smile graced his lips, the expression reminiscent of a scholar uncovering a long-lost manuscript.
Ah, the infinity bag—a treasure known far and wide across the cultivation world, cherished by Huai Xiaozhun since his youth. The origins of this remarkable artefact remained shrouded in mystery, its acquisition intertwined with the tale of Lánjiàn, the legendary sword that had become synonymous with Huai Xiaozhun's prowess.
Legend held that both sword and bag were obtained simultaneously from the estate of a deceased warlock.
The bag, revered as one of the strongest artefacts in the cultivation world, possesses the unique ability to hold an infinite number of objects within its seemingly modest confines. And during his prime years, when the world lay at his feet and the future seemed boundless with promise, Huai Xiaozhun had filled the bag with treasures beyond measure.
From gleaming gold coins to exquisite jewellery, from ancient swords steeped in history to meticulously crafted scrolls containing the wisdom of ages, the bag became a repository of his aspirations, dreams, and desires.
