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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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The two men stood in the glowing chamber, the ancient inscriptions on the walls casting long shadows. Xue Xinyu's thoughts whirled with curiosity. How had Huai Xiaozhun managed to create such a barrier without understanding its true nature?
Zhuang Tianming placed a reassuring hand on Xue Xinyu's shoulder. "You've done well today. Let's return to the hall."
Back in the hall, the atmosphere was noticeably lighter, with peak masters and their representatives engaged in lively discussions. Xue Xinyu rejoined Feng Mingzhu, who raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "All sorted?"
Xue Xinyu nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Seems like it, for now at least. The crystal should hold."
Feng Mingzhu clapped him on the back, chuckling. "See? No need to worry so much."
Seated at the conference table, Xue Xinyu's gaze sweeps across the room, his brow furrowing in confusion. The plates before him, once laden with delectable morsels, now lie abandoned and licked clean, as if the attendees had devoured a week's worth of meals in his absence. It felt as if he had been mentally adrift for far longer than he realised.
"Alright, everyone, now that we've solved that issue, you're free to go. Those with additional tasks, please ensure they are completed promptly," Zhuang Tianming's authoritative voice slices through the quiet, signalling the conclusion of the meeting. With that, the remaining attendees begin to rise, the room stirring with the rustle of robes and the soft thuds of boots against the polished floor.
"Already over?" Xue Xinyu questions aloud, his eyes wide as he turns to Feng Mingzhu.
Feng Mingzhu's eyebrows shoot up in a perfect arch of surprise. "You've been gone for quite a while, Xue-Shixiong. Naturally, the meeting concluded," he responded.
Rising from his seat with a slow, deliberate motion, Xue Xinyu is still trying to process the events—or lack thereof—of the meeting. He had been so engrossed in the philosophical implications of the new barrier enchantments that he lost track of time.
Back in the corridors of the grand compound, Xue Xinyu exchanges goodnight wishes with Feng Mingzhu, who looks as though he, too, is ready to retreat into the solace of his own quarters. Entering his room, Xue Xinyu is greeted by a sight that almost makes him chuckle—a table overflowing with an assortment of colourful sweets, as if someone had raided every confectioner's shop in the city and brought the spoils here.
"Welcome back! How was the meeting, Shizun?" Liang Zhiguan inquires cheerfully, his face lighting up like a child on a festival day. His eagerness is palpable, almost infectious, and Xue Xinyu can't help but smile.
"It went well," Xue Xinyu replies, though his mind is still busy replaying the scenes of the meeting. He hadn't realised just how swiftly time had slipped away from him while he had been mentally wandering through the complex nuances of the barrier discussion.
