The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“You’re so foolish!”

The man in the blue robe fiercely grabbed his collar, his handsome face filled with anger and disappointment. “The Yushen technique is our sect’s exclusive top-level secret technique, not to be shared with others, and you dared to steal and give it to Ye Bingran, a sword cultivator who cultivates the Heartless path, you must be insane!”

After saying that, Shen Liuxiang was forcefully pushed away, stumbling back a few steps. He managed to regain his balance, but he was somewhat stunned.

“What… What’s going on?”

“Still have the face to ask me?” The young man, with an air of immortality and Daoism, suddenly became furious. He pointed at Shen Liuxiang’s nose and scolded, “Stealing the technique for him, do you think he’ll be grateful and like you? Let me tell you, Lord Ye Jianzun doesn’t bother with such lowly methods. He came to the sect personally to return the technique! Now the entire cultivation world knows about the foolish things you, Shen Xianjun, have done!”

Shen Liuxiang’s head spun from the scolding, unable to comprehend the current situation, but he faintly felt a sense of familiarity with the scene.

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“Cough, cough.” Shen Liuxiang, in a sorry state, lay by the river, spitting out the water that had entered his mouth. Water droplets slid down his cheeks, along his long hair, and dripped onto the translucent gravel.

Not far away, a wet sword stood among the scattered gravel, and a black-clad youth sat cross-legged beside it.

Closing his eyes, emitting a cold and stern aura all around him.

Shen Liuxiang gasped for breath as he sat up, not dwelling on it for long when he felt a slight itch in his ear.

Could it be a bug he got from the river? His heart skipped a beat, and his slender white fingers touched his ear, flicking away the gently moving object onto the ground.

It was a flower. The snow-white petals were crumpled, and the broken stem lay desolately on the ground.

Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, “Who would put a flower on his ear? That’s so bizarre…”

Wait a minute!

White flowers, Shen Xianjun, Ye Jianzun… Isn’t this from the novel I stayed up late to read, “Everyone likes me, and it feels so good”?

Shen Liuxiang slightly widened his eyes and walked to the edge of the river, bending down to take a closer look.

A deathly pale face reflected on the water’s surface, as if covered in layers of flour, making it nearly impossible to discern the features. He cupped water and splashed it on his face, vigorously wiping it with his sleeve, but it wouldn’t come off.

Still unable to see his face clearly, he reluctantly unbuttoned his collar and reached into the damp inner garment, feeling around for a while until he pulled out a half piece of jade that radiated a golden glow.

Shen Liuxiang stared blankly at the golden markings on the jade for a moment.

The novel’s antagonist master had an extremely important piece of jade, a token of the Imperial Palace Master. The description of the jade in the book was incredibly detailed, and it looked exactly the same as the one in front of him.

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After a while, Shen Liuxiang put the jade away and stood up from the ground, walking towards the youth who was meditating cross-legged.

Having inexplicably ended up here, he didn’t even know where this place was. He needed to ask for some information, and this black-clad youth was probably the one who pulled him out of the river. He must be a kind-hearted and helpful boy.

He’ll ask him.

A cold wind howled through the gorge, drenching Shen Liuxiang’s entire body, and he shivered uncontrollably under the assault of the surrounding cold air. Hugging his arms, he rubbed them together for warmth, looking somewhat disheveled as he approached the youth sitting on the square stone.

At that moment, a glimmer of cold light appeared in front of him.

The black-clad youth tilted his head, his pitch-black, narrow eyes fixed on Shen Liuxiang. Despite the several yards of distance between them, Shen Liuxiang could still sense the chilling aura emanating from him.

“What is it?”

“…,” Shen Liuxiang lightly touched the blade resting against his neck and remained speechless for a while.

—Could you please put down the sword first?

Although Shen Liuxiang’s intentions were evident, the sword’s wielder wore an indifferent expression, showing no intention of backing down. Instead, he pressed the sword closer.

The figure before him was clad in white, with disheveled hair and soaked through. His face appeared hazy, as if veiled in mist, making it impossible to see his features clearly. The only distinct impression was his extraordinarily pale complexion. 

Qingling Sect was a renowned sect in the world, and it was not uncommon to encounter eccentric cultivators among its disciples. Seeing Shen Liuxiang’s behavior, the youth naturally categorized him as such.

After all, it was unheard of for a cultivator to fall into a river and nearly drown.

There was a saying circulating among the disciples within the sect: Cherish your cultivation and stay away from eccentric cultivators.

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Not long ago, a disciple was taken away by such a cultivator and returned with his cultivation completely destroyed. Moreover, he went mad and insisted on leaving the sect, showing unwavering loyalty to that eccentric cultivator.

“Friend, there must be a misunderstanding. Could you please put down the sword first…”

Clang!

As Shen Liuxiang took a step forward while speaking, a sharp sword hum exploded in his ears. At the same time, a cold sword aura sliced through his fair skin, leaving behind a faint trail of red.

“Take another step forward, and don’t blame this junior for being disrespectful.”

Shen Liuxiang choked.

Which brat was this? Treating others so unfriendly, he wanted to throw him into a small dark room for a lesson.

But when under someone else’s roof, one had to bow their head. He raised his head, revealing a friendly smile, although his pale face made the smile appear even more eerie. “Can you tell me where this is?”

After being stared at with a meaningful gaze for a while, the sword hanging around Shen Liuxiang’s neck shifted slightly outward. “Qingling Sect, by the Juechun River.”

Qingling Sect was expected, but the mention of the words ‘Juechun River’ brought an inexplicable feeling to Shen Liuxiang. This place seemed to be…

“Xuanlan, Elder-in-Charge has issued an order. All disciples must swiftly go to the Reincarnation Cliff.”

A disciple in blue appeared at the intersection, carrying a sword on his back and a golden gourd hanging from his waist. He quickly noticed Shen Liuxiang, who exuded an aura of peculiarity. After a brief assessment, a clear glimmer flickered in his eyes, and he showed a wary expression.

The long sword behind him faintly resonated.

Shen Liuxiang sensed the surging hostility and his scalp tingled. Dealing with one sword was troublesome enough, let alone another one at his neck. It would be better to give this person a taste of his own medicine!

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Just then, the cold sword threatening his neck was withdrawn.

The black-clad youth called Xuanlan leaped down from the elevated rock, waved his hand through the air, and sheathed his sword. He then proceeded towards the intersection.

The disciple in blue, seeing this, also dispelled his hostility, leaving behind a trace of curiosity. “Xuanlan, who is he?”

“I don’t know,” Zhou Xuanlan replied without looking back.

Apart from his ink-black hair, the person before them was completely dressed in white. Even his boots were white, and within moments of stepping on the gravel, his surroundings were dampened by the dripping water from his clothes.

The area around Juechun River was known for its piercing cold winds, always frigid.

Without any protective techniques, relying solely on a mortal body dampened by the river water, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that one could feel a bone-chilling cold that seeped into their very marrow.

Xuan…Lan.

Zhou… Xuan… Lan…

Shen Liuxiang stood dumbfounded in place, so shocked that he forgot about the coldness enveloping his body and let out a dry sneeze.

While he was still dazed, a black figure swooped down from the sky and suddenly covered him.

In the darkness before Shen Liuxiang’s eyes, he reached up and pulled down the object covering his head. It was a black silk robe, made of exquisite fabric that felt smooth and soft to the touch. Moreover, it might be his imagination, but the robe seemed to emit a continuous warmth.

Holding the robe close, Shen Liuxiang looked at the two figures present.

Zhou Xuanlan adjusted his storage pouch and left without looking back. The disciple in blue glanced back at Shen Liuxiang before quickly catching up to Zhou Xuanlan.

Shen Liuxiang blinked and stared at the robe for a while. His cold, pale hands clenched tightly, and he draped the outer robe over his body. As his frozen body gradually warmed up, his thoughts became active again.

Zhou Xuanlan, the unconventional male lead of the novel, whose martial prowess skyrocketed in the later stages. He single-handedly suppressed the demon race and unified the cultivation world. His popularity among readers of the book was unrivaled.

The novel was originally a harem-themed story. However, any male character in the book would become a protagonist magnet for the protagonist’s shou’s affections — Su Baiche. Their lives would revolve around a single smile from the protagonist, leading to a love-hate relationship. Zhou Xuanlan was undoubtedly the epitome of this type of character, a true disaster to any potential romantic partner.

Because of this, whoever could win over Su Baiche became the hottest and most debated topic throughout the entire novel.

At the same time, it became a point of contention.

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As the plot unfolded, there were those who stood for the heartless Sword Sovereign but were moved by feelings, those who stood for the gentle senior martial brother, and those who stood for the domineering Demon Lord… By the middle of the book, several major forces vied for attention, but only a small portion stood with Zhou Xuanlan, and it couldn’t even compare to the antagonist Shen Liuxiang and Su Baiche’s romantic cracked ship. 

However, everything changed completely after Zhou Xuanlan’s descent into darkness.

— “Except for me, no one is allowed to harm you.” Zhou Xuanlan suddenly appeared, embracing Su Baiche, and with a backhanded strike, shattered the intruder’s dantian.

— “He is mine, without a doubt.” Zhou Xuanlan used his robe to cover Su Baiche’s partially exposed body, bending down to cradle him. His ink-black pupils flashed with overwhelming coldness. “Di Xingyu, if there is a next time, I will turn your millennium Emperor’s Palace into nothingness.”

Whoosh!

At that moment, readers finally found their true protagonist. Those who had climbed the wrong wall earlier felt regretful, and those who had persisted in their original stance were soon convinced.

There was no other way.

In the later stages, Zhou Xuanlan, as the aggressor, was unbeatable, leaving Shen Liuxiang crying out in frustration several times.

But at this very moment, his mood became subtle.

In the original work, Shen Liuxiang and Zhou Xuanlan were portrayed as the textbook example of a master and disciple with a surface relationship. Later, Shen Liuxiang noticed Su Baiche’s excessive attention towards Zhou Xuanlan, so as an antagonist, Shen Liuxiang tormented his disciple multiple times, solely to see the look of anger and helplessness on his love rival’s face.

As it turned out, enjoying the suffering of one’s disciple might be pleasurable for a while, but it would eventually lead to one’s own downfall.

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Translator’s note: I’ve decided to pick up from chapter 1 since the chapters are still short. Please enjoy this new novel! I have picked up a few novels because we’re ending some of the novels we’re currently translating soon! Hope you enjoy this one, too! 

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