Story 6 – Slapping Faces and Coming into Sects (9)

The chubby child’s thick eyebrows scrunched with ache. Somewhat blood from his nostril had dripped onto gold and wine pink robes that seemed like one thing a wealthy service provider may costume his favourite baby in.

It wasn’t instantly apparent however I positively knew that face. He was Bloodsword’s greatest good friend in my earlier timeline.

The 2 principally frolicked once they have been youthful. Finally, they went off to do their very own factor so they may grow to be robust independently. Frankly, I had at all times assumed the child was nearer to a minion than an precise companion.

However this jogged my memory that he was a serious character within the story (in all probability). He needed to be, contemplating his place as Bloodsword’s good friend.

What was that line once more, anyway?

It’s a fact universally acknowledged in Xianxia, {that a} male protagonist in possession of fine prospects (and future wives), should purchase a greatest good friend named Fatty… or one thing like that.

This specific creator had determined to make use of the traditional ‘fats greatest good friend’ trope. A trope — I assumed — that originated as a nod to the fantastic traditional, The Journey to the West.

There have been, after all, different causes to offer the principle character a chubby good friend. Like ensuring the harem members wouldn’t be interested in him just like the shallow bitches they have been. Or giving the principle character somebody the readers may examine them with, thus heightening the protagonist’s awesomeness/handsomeness.

That mentioned, ought to I even let Little Spring befriend this predestined greatest bud?

Their friendship might be a corrupting affect on him. I imply, he had simply confronted that Bloody Crimson Sword Edge fucker! What if by permitting him to grow to be associates with this man, he began down a unique path however one which was simply as distorting? Solely this one could be extra insidious by its delicate slope.

However… I could not defend Little Spring on a regular basis. And, it was fallacious to inform him that he could not make associates. Youngsters wanted them so that they didn’t grow to be delinquent sadistic murderers.

… Okay, plenty of cultivators changed into delinquent sadistic murderers however that did not imply that was a great way to reside.New novel chapters are printed on

No matter! I may determine this all out later!

Frankly, this entire scenario — with the bullying younger grasp and this chubby greatest good friend — reeked of the unique dumb creator’s narrative. And getting concerned with that sounded exhausting.

At this level, I had two decisions. I may pause right here. Struggle this Younger Grasp with phrases and wit to convey him down a peg. Possibly even sabotage him.

Hell, it wouldn’t take a lot.

Or I may ignore him and deal with what mattered.

I did have extra necessary issues to do than spiral into this shit heap of a setup.

I imply, first you kill or offend the younger grasp then his father comes after you. Then his father’s father. Then his father’s ancestor. And this occurs till you’ve killed the entire clan!

And all due to one little shit.

What a fuckin’ waste of human life!

In addition to, I’d slightly deal with getting by these sect trials alive.

I let loose a deep sigh and crossed my arms. “I do not care what’s happening right here.”

“You once more!” Younger Grasp Zhang mentioned. “Keep out of this.”

“However I’ve to ask, do all of you even need to enter the sect?”

Little Spring’s eyes grew extensive.

The Younger Grasp took a threatening step ahead, “Are you ignoring me?”

I ignored the little shit, “As a result of for those who don’t need to be part of then you definately’re free to remain right here. Personally, I’d slightly get began.” I pointed to the steps and the many individuals who had already begun climbing.

Everybody seemed to the place I pointed. I may virtually see all of them slowly understand how dumb they’d been.

“The immortal cultivators who launched these trials didn’t say that this trial of stairs is a race… however it is a race.”

Then I grabbed Little Spring’s hand and pulled him to the steps, leaving the others to gawk at our excellent backsides.

We climbed up the steps, feeling no additional stress. The steps didn’t even gradual us down, although most individuals round us struggled with every step as if that they had 50 lb weights on their ankles.

Little Spring swallowed. “Fairy Lin…”

I interrupted earlier than he may proceed. “Have been you making an attempt to assist that child?”

He appeared to suppose that he needed to clarify as a result of he mentioned, “I met him if you had me decide up extra religious crops. He helped me escape a pair of criminals making an attempt to steal your herbs.”

“And the place the hell was Crimson Seven?”

“Oh… I, um, went out alone.”

Being a cannon fodder was a depressing destiny. Fuck, with my document of at all times being second after which dying to a really highly effective…

Oh shit… was… I used as a fucking cannon fodder in my fucking previous life?!

No! I refuse! Fuck you, dumbass creator!

I raised my fist and shook it on the heavens.

“Fairy Lin… we haven’t failed this trial but. Why are you upset with it?”

Let’s see. I used to be at the moment stopped whereas trying up… in the direction of the highest of the hill. Whereas shaking my fist.

Okay. I did appear like I used to be upset with the trial itself.

I coughed and continued to climb.

Little Spring frowned. “Um. Are you upset as a result of it’s really easy for us however so onerous for others?”

I ignored the precise query and answered the one I’d choose he ask. “It’s solely simple for us as a result of we’re massively proficient.”

His again straightened and seemed as much as me with massive brown eyes. He appeared stuffed with confidence.

I flicked his brow and he scowled at me.

“Don’t let that go to your head. Expertise isn’t a free move. It simply makes issues simpler for us than for different folks. Frankly, it’s nugatory for those who don’t work onerous. So keep in your toes or those that are much less proficient will catch up.”

His eyes shook then stabilized as if his resolve firmed.

I patted his hair then saved climbing.

***

This entire take a look at was a boring slog up a big foothill. It took us hours. We handed many people who didn’t make all of it the way in which, however they hadn’t surrendered to their destiny. Relying on how far up they reached, these folks would doubtless enter the outer sect, on the very least.

The Indomitable Will sect needed individuals who didn’t hand over… particularly when all the things was in opposition to them. This meant that plenty of the decrease ranks have been stuffed with lovely idiots who didn’t know when to give up… Not that I used to be significantly better. I imply, I by no means stopped making an attempt to take first place in each alchemy match even after spending a thousand years and solely reaching second.

However this dumb, ridiculous stubbornness was the epitome of what it meant to be a part of this sect.

Finally, we closed in on the highest. Surprisingly Younger Grasp Zhang (with out his servant) neared the highest. Contemplating that he was a member of an incredible clan, this made sense.

In fact, the younger grasp was drenched with sweat and was virtually crawling to make it up the following step.

There have been additionally a number of different folks close to the highest who seemed simply as exhausted.

Surprisingly, I acknowledged two of them!

These have been two women who weren’t a part of Bloodsword’s harem. However, they performed an enormous position to start with a part of his life, again earlier than he modified.

One among them was a fairly woman with darkish purple hair and the bearing of an icy noble’s daughter.

If I remembered accurately, this ice queen had seemed down on Bloodsword at the start of his days as an inheriting disciple. Principally as a result of he had no backing outdoors the sect. Finally, in some way (in all probability by harem novel fuckery), she’d grown to love him. At the least that was what I assumed once I heard the rumor about her taking successful for him… after which dying.

What was her title once more? Possibly it was one thing like Icy Tsundere Fairy. Or that was simply the nickname I gave her? No matter.

The opposite woman was just a few dozen steps from the highest and had shockingly vivid orange-blonde hair. It was a coloration I’d always remember. I did give her the title Bitch the McTraitorFace, in any case.

McTraitorFace, after all, seemed very fairly even when exerting herself. She wore the robes of a well-off commoner reminding me that she didn’t have a powerful background. However she was loopy sensible and loopy malicious.

I used to be tempted to finish her earlier than she even acquired began however she disappeared from the step she simply struggled to succeed in.

McTraitorFace hadn’t made it to the highest however, contemplating how far up she had reached, the woman would nonetheless have an opportunity to enter the inside sect.

In my final life, she had grow to be the disciple of a Nascent Soul elder in our peak. I had seen her continuously ask Bloodsword for suggestions simply to get near him. She would even join the identical duties as him so she may apply the wonderful artwork of ‘brushing one’s existence in entrance of a well-liked individual.’

After being that annoying and obsessive for years, McTraitorFace at age 14 (and a 12 months youthful than Bloodsword on the time), made everybody imagine that she was only a dumb harmless woman with a relentless crush on my youthful martial brother. I even thought that she’d be Bloodsword’s first spouse as soon as she wore down his stoic facade.

I used to be very fallacious.

I imply, she was only a baby! At that age, I’d simply entered highschool in my very secure faculty district. I assumed, with these experiences, I knew how dumb younger youngsters must be.

However I’d by no means been round women that age that might straight up rent an asshole to destroy a woman’s life and repute. Or women that might arrange intricate traps in opposition to fellow disciples simply out of jealousy or spite.

I’d thought that shit like that solely occurred in fiction, and even when I had transmigrated into fiction, it was only a dumb harem novel. Didn’t the ladies in harem novels at all times (weirdly) get alongside?

Yeah, I knew nothing again then.