Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 436 - 270: Cen Family’s Chameleon_2

Chapter 436: Chapter 270: Cen Family’s Chameleon_2

Throughout the entire process, Jiang Feng exuded a touch of scholarly elegance.

This temperament was more akin to when he was still in Qingshui County before delving into the Immortal Path, when his demeanor was more that of a literati or scholar. Such a change in temperament came about only after he had nearly lost his life to a blade at his neck.

"You are superior to Yu Rou in both cultivation and physical constitution, and not by just a slight margin."

"Although my physical body is almost at its limit withstanding the Li Fire, I haven’t lost too much spiritual energy. Even if I disperse the Li Fire, I can still hold on with the remaining spiritual energy, but she may not be able to endure."

"Yu Rou’s constitution has never been strong. With ample spiritual energy, she can utilize Taiyi Taoist Skill to turn her body and all her belongings into weapons. But once her spiritual energy is depleted, I’m afraid she won’t even have the strength to pull at your hair."

"That’s why I said you have a greater chance of winning, a little over sixty percent should not be exaggerated."

The analysis was very objective and earnest.

Someone is just extremely proud, head held high like a victorious rooster. At such times, who wins or loses is no longer important. What is important?

It’s recognition!

This is emotional intelligence.

After coaxing one little ancestor to happiness, Jiang Feng then looks towards another girl in a red dress beside him.

After years of not seeing her, Yan Yurou’s appearance has not changed much from before, but what truly astonishes people might be her aura.

Compared to before, she has grown a bit taller, and her figure has filled out slightly. She used to be a bit thin, but now she is just right.

The naivety and immaturity in her eyes have faded a bit. Previously, she would always be somewhat shy in his presence, but now she looks at him with calmness and a faint smile.

Not a smile of apology, but a helpless and bitter one, mocking the whims of fate.

"Long time no see, you look even more handsome than before."

A smile full of goodwill.

Before the meeting, he thought he would be restless, unable to speak when he saw Yan Yurou, or the atmosphere would be extremely awkward. Even on the way over, he kept hypnotizing himself to treat the encounter with an ordinary mindset.

But when they met, it felt not much different from a few years ago.

"You’re still as smooth-talking as before, no wonder you’re so popular with the ladies."

"Hm?"

Cen Yueyue closed one eye.

A dilemma between the battlefield of lovers and a harem catching fire is a calamity for anyone, even emperors of past couldn’t balance it completely, ending up witnessing fights among their harem.

He never praised me like this, how come as soon as you meet, you start complimenting voluntarily? And it’s on appearance? What’s the meaning of this?

Old flames rekindling?

"Jiang Lang’s insight has always been sharp, to find such a beautiful person is truly fortunate, and she seems to have unwavering dedication to you. I heard you two even went through hardships together, braving life and death, truly enviable, and I apologize greatly."

"Hm?"

The eye Cen Yueyue had closed suddenly opened.

Hearing such flattering words, praising her beauty and Jiang Feng’s discernment, and specifically mentioning their shared ordeal, almost made her float on the spot!

Her mood was oscillating between pleasure and jealousy, bouncing back and forth, dancing without rest; there’s no denying that these two knew how to shove and pull.

"Hey, I took care of you when you were little, wiping your butt, and now that you’re grown up, I still have to deal with your mess?"

"Hm?"

Her expression changed again.

"You really know how to shift the chaos elsewhere, after killing that crazy woman and leaving the corpse in my family’s backyard without any disposal, making me take the blame."

"It was bad enough those shrimp soldiers and crab generals came looking for revenge, but that old Nascent Soul Stage geezer really had the thick skin to follow me for two or three hundred li before making a move."

"In the end, he chased us for a full seven hundred li, I was nearly frozen into an ice pop by that old man, so for this life and death endeavor, your contribution is at least eighty percent."

Her tense expression relaxed again.

So that’s what he meant by "wiping ass," huh, nothing but misleading bullshit.

"Really sorry, after Yu Rou left, I didn’t expect the Sect Leader of Fan Yin Sect would chase us down from afar. At that time, I thought that you, Jiang Lang, following the people from Purple Cloud Palace wouldn’t encounter any trouble, it’s just... an unfortunate mistake."

"Cough."

A dry cough.

That’s right, back then I should have just decisively followed Yu Ying and walked away without a care, and none of this would’ve happened. I just couldn’t resist the temptation and ended up wandering around Shuangfeng City with the young girl for a few days, even traveling together for a bit.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have come to this.

But Yan Yurou clearly had higher emotional intelligence than Cen Yueyue, or maybe it was just her nature not to be petty, naturally steering the conversation onto another topic.

"Jiang Lang has truly entered the advanced stages on the Immortal Path now, just standing by and watching for a moment to determine the outcome is impressive. You’re not wrong; if the battle had continued, Yu Rou would have been defeated."

"The progress is lightning-fast, even beginning from learning the sword from Liu Jianxian, it has only been three or four years, such a pace is unheard of."

"Yu Rou recently went back home to pay respects to our ancestors. On the way, I met quite a few familiar faces, interesting things..."

You say one thing, I say another.

The atmosphere between the two was not tense; although they were no longer as intimate as before, able to share everything from the bottom of their hearts, the emotions deep in their hearts had never changed.

It wasn’t the fluttering of adolescence, but a kind of plainness, adaptation, gentleness - an emotion that comes from years of familiarity with each other. It’s not love, but more like family affection, like siblings who have lived together for many years.

Jiang Feng had always felt this way about Yan Yurou, without too many worldly desires in his heart. Even when they were about to get married in the past, he would at most playfully tease her momentarily but would never do anything inappropriate.

Even to this day, Jiang Feng has never blamed Yan Yurou for anything.

It’s not because he’s magnanimous or playing some saintly Virgin Mary act. For instance, if someone’s about to starve to death on the side of the road, a ’Virgin Mary’ would cut the flesh from innocent people to feed the starving one and still question why you have so little flesh.

A true saint would cut their own flesh to feed the starving.

Jiang Feng...

Is the type to cut others’ flesh, then not even feed it to the starving person, but just carry the meat around and watch the show.

Yeah, pretty nasty.

He’s not one to hold a grudge, but his desire for revenge is quite strong. Yet even with his character, he wouldn’t blame Yan Yurou for what happened in the past. The reason is simple.

She did it all to save her family from being killed, his own birth caused her family to be ruined, and she had to offer her daughter as a cultivation furnace.

Yan Yurou’s actions were all to break away from the script written by Demon Night True Monarch, to save her family. In the beginning, he did resent this, always cursing himself for being too soft-hearted to act.

But in the end...

If you can’t do it, you can’t do it. Humans can deceive others but shouldn’t deceive themselves. For seventeen years, the Yan Family took care of him with devotion, providing the best of everything.

In his heart, from the moment Yan Yurou lay on the ground letting his sword stab her, that matter was resolved.

To dwell on it would be to trouble himself, that is a heart demon.

"So you’ve been home, speaking of which, I haven’t had the chance to pay respects to my ancestors in these past years... How is Uncle Yan, is there a way to break the word curse?"

After a moment of silence, Jiang Feng asked this question.

Word curse.

One of the most supreme spells between heaven and earth, personally cursed by Demon Night True Monarch, afflicting descendants. To put it simply, as long as he doesn’t completely disappear from this world, even if his Divine Soul perishes and only unclaimed Spiritual Energy remains,

This curse would last forever, until the bloodline ceases, and there’s no more involvement in the world.

Hearing this, Yan Yurou’s expression became gloomy, she lowered her guard and slowly leaned closer, then shook her head.

"I’ve asked my master and the Sect Leader for help, my master even swallowed his pride and visited Taiyi Sect, but still no solution. If it were a normal word curse, there might be ways to resolve it, but..."

Even without finishing, the implication was clear.

Unless someone of the same caliber intervenes, the curse is unbreakable, but what is a person of the same caliber as Demon Night True Monarch?

"Tch, we need an Immortal Monarch’s help, huh..."

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