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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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As the scene shifted once more, the atmosphere was charged with a palpable tension, as if the very air held its breath in anticipation. The voices of the gathered disciples faded to a hushed murmur, a reverent silence settling over the room like a heavy shroud.
"Silence! We will now announce the top three disciples," the voice of authority rang out, commanding the attention of every soul present. Each person leaned in, straining to catch the names that would soon be uttered, the names that would echo through the annals of their legacy.
"Number one: Huai Xiaozhun." The proclamation echoed through the hall, each syllable carrying the weight of tradition and the promise of greatness. All eyes turned in unison to the figure ascending the podium, a ripple of admiration sweeping through the crowd. Huai Xiaozhun stood tall, his presence radiating a quiet confidence, his gaze steady as he took his place among the exalted.
In that moment, Xue Xinyu's suspicions solidified into a certainty as clear as crystal. This was indeed Li Tao's memory, and the boy who now stood before him, bathed in the adulation of his peers, was none other than Huai Xiaozhun. The hall erupted in applause, a cacophony of approval that seemed to shake the very wall.
"Number two: Lǐ Tāo." The name cut through the applause like a blade, commanding the attention of every listener. Lǐ Tāo stepped up to the podium, his demeanour a blend of humility and inner strength.
Huai Xiaozhun, his gaze now turned to the new contender, studied Lǐ Tāo with a mixture of curiosity and respect. Ah, a disciple from Lingyun Peak, the number one peak. As expected from a Lingyun Peak disciple."Number 3: Li Jie," another disciple from Lingyun Peak. They did impressive work, I admit.
In an inexplicable twist, Xue Xinyu found himself privy to the thoughts of Huai Xiaozhun, their minds seemingly linked in an unusual connection.
After the formalities of congratulations and mutual respect were exchanged, Huai Xiaozhun wasted no time in departing with his shizun, his anticipation almost palpable. "Congratulations on your victory; you performed admirably," spoke Lan Yunlong, his tone warm with approval.
Xue Xinyu, observing this exchange, couldn't help but wonder if this esteemed figure was indeed Huai Xiaozhun's mentor. With little knowledge of Huai Xiaozhun's past, Xue Xinyu could only speculate, piecing together the fragments of this unfolding story.
As the scene shifted once more, Xue Xinyu felt a fleeting sensation wash over him, a brief moment where Huai Xiaozhun's gaze seemed to lock onto his. It was as if, for an instant, the barrier between observer and observed had dissolved, allowing their souls to acknowledge each other across the expanse of time and memory.
Once again, Xue Xinyu found himself a witness to the brutal punishment meted out to Li Tao, the memory playing out before him like a grim tableau. Li Tao stood trembling, his small frame shaking with dread even before his father approached. The oppressive silence was shattered by the elder's thunderous voice, each word a lash that struck at the very core of the boy's being.
