The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

Qin Yangjun nodded slightly.

Indeed, the biggest pressure on him right now is the Heavenly Ranking Tournament.

"Pressure is a good thing. I look forward to your performance in the Heavenly Ranking Competition in three days."

Mu Xianxian knew very well what Yueyao's strength was now; her younger brother was definitely no match for her.

He will lose, and he will lose badly.

But this is exactly what Mu Xianxian wanted to see.

Under her protection, Qin Yangjun's cultivation journey was incredibly smooth.

The cultivation world is cruel; I can't protect him forever. It's time for him to experience the taste of failure.

"OK..."

Qin Yangjun chuckled twice.

Knowing the plot, he also knew that his older sister was planning to laugh at him.

It must be said that Mu Xianxian is actually a very responsible older sister. She doesn't spoil Qin Yangjun blindly. The reason why Qin Yangjun becomes the villain in the book is not only because of the chaos caused by the military leader, but also because of his own problems.

After bidding farewell to Mu Xianxian, Qin Yangjun returned to his small manor.

Pushing open the door, a table full of food came into view. Ling'er's slender body was leaning over the table, and her even breathing reached Qin Yangjun's ears.

Qin Yangjun smiled helplessly. He had clearly said before leaving that he didn't need to wait for him.

Qin Yangjun quietly entered the house, took off his coat, and draped it over Ling'er's shoulders.

They then quietly finished eating the now-cold food.

Ling'er's cooking skills were still as good as ever. Although the food had gone cold, Qin Yangjun still found it delicious.

After finishing his meal, Qin Yangjun was not sleepy.

He looked out the window at the sky, where the bright moonlight shone down.

Qin Yangjun understood that the conflicts between himself, the villain, and the protagonist in the early stages could have been avoided.

He could become the senior disciple they all admire.

However, once the Warlord's Rebellion occurs, he will be relegated to the opposite side of the protagonist.

The only benefit of being nicer to the protagonist now is that she might be more ruthless when she decides to kill her in the future.

Therefore, the route of clinging to the protagonist's coattails is basically impossible.

He had no choice but to play this villain, whether he wanted to or not.

He cannot remove the sword of Damocles.

Only by becoming stronger can one perhaps escape their fate.

Get stronger...

As he was thinking, Qin Yangjun suddenly remembered something.

He himself was of the bloodline of the upper realm and had an exceptionally distinguished status.

He had several incredibly powerful martial arts techniques in his memory.

But in the book, he found it too difficult, too slow, and too troublesome, so he didn't practice it.

But that one skill, one technique, one method is an extremely overpowered feature.

Later, after the main characters obtained these three items, their combat power skyrocketed.

It is precisely because they are so powerful that they are so difficult to cultivate. Should I pick them up now?

Thinking of this, Qin Yangjun closed his eyes and began to recall the memories engraved into this body.

As Qin Yangjun began to recall, golden characters appeared around him, and his aura slowly dissipated.

The originally crimson spiritual energy now exuded a golden aura...

.....................

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Heavenly Ranking Tournament arrived as scheduled.

For the past three days, Qin Yangjun has not left the room, and has been studying the memory cultivation technique.

On the morning of the fourth day, Qin Yangjun left home, his brows furrowed with deep sorrow.

As soon as Qin Yangjun stepped out, Ling'er came to greet him. Seeing Qin Yangjun's expression, her pretty face revealed a hint of worry.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

"It's out of the way."

Qin Yangjun waved his hand. This technique was truly difficult. He had been trying to figure it out for three days without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but he hadn't even grasped the basics.

It seems I've really lost my title as chief.

Fine, let it go. That incident may have been the best opportunity, but it wasn't the only one.

It's not like I'm doomed just because I missed this opportunity.

Thinking this way, Qin Yangjun's mind became much clearer.

"Young master, you must be hungry. Here are some pastries that Ling'er made. Please have some."

After saying that, Ling'er waved her hand, opened the storage bag at her waist, and a delicate wooden box appeared in her hand. She placed the wooden box on the stone table next to her and casually took out a pot of tea.

It was clearly something that had been prepared long ago.

Ling'er's care was meticulous, which Qin Yangjun, a high-quality otaku in the 21st century, found somewhat unsettling.

But considering the kindness shown by the other person, I sat down anyway.

After finishing the pastries, Ling'er waved her hand again, and the tableware was taken away.

Instead, there was a blood-red longsword and a wooden box.

Chapter Thirteen: The Mindset of the Strong

"This was sent by someone from the Sect Master's side two days ago. Since you were in seclusion, I accepted it first."

Qin Yangjun looked at the long sword on the stone table; it had a common scabbard with several spirit stones inlaid on top.

In fact, there is basically no point in embedding spirit stones in the scabbard. Such decoration is probably just Mu Xianxian's personal hobby.

With a flick of his hand, Qin Yangjun sent Blood Chant flying directly into his hand.

Zheng!

As the Blood Drinker was pulled out, a burst of blood energy erupted. In that instant, Qin Yangjun could vaguely feel a warm current flowing into his body along the sword.

The spiritual energy within his body also began to stir.

Qin Yangjun looked at the spirit sword in his hand. The blood-red groove on the Blood Chant was still wrapped with a blood-red aura, which revealed a domineering killing intent.

Qin Yangjun infused a trace of spiritual energy into the sword and then gently swung it.

boom!

A burst of sword energy erupted, directly creating a breach in Qin Yangjun's courtyard wall.

A glint of light flashed in Ling'er's eyes.

"As expected of the sect leader's former sword, this sword is in no way inferior to a seventh-grade spirit sword."

Compared to Ling'er, Qin Yangjun was much calmer. He casually flicked his wrist and sheathed the Blood Chant sword.

It's a good sword, even exceeding his expectations.

Unfortunately, in this Heavenly Ranking Competition, everyone uses the same weapons and cannot use elixirs.

It's all about hard power.

Qin Yangjun looked up at the sky.

"Let's go, Ling'er, to the training ground."

"Okay, Master."

The two arrived at the martial arts arena on their flying swords. Looking down from the sky, they could see a huge crowd of people.

Two figures moved back and forth on the arena, flames and hurricanes erupted on the arena, clearly the competition had begun.

However, Qin Yangjun was not in a hurry. He was the chief, the one in charge.

After all these people had finished their competitions, it was his turn last.

So strictly speaking, the previous martial arts competition had nothing to do with him.

But since the sect leader and several elders had already arrived, it would be too much of a diva for him to arrive last.

In order not to affect the competition below, Qin Yangjun landed at the edge of the crowd.

However, Qin Yangjun was, after all, the sect's top disciple, and he naturally attracted attention. As soon as he landed, he drew the attention of many people.

"Isn't this Chief Qin? You got so caught up in your little maid's affections that you forgot the time?"

A sarcastic voice came from the side. Ling'er's expression turned cold. She formed a claw with one hand, and an aura gathered in her hand.

Just as Ling'er was about to teach this "hermaphrodite" a lesson...

Qin Yangjun smiled slightly, pressed down Ling'er's small hand, and said softly.

"No need."

Qin Yangjun closed his folding fan, turned around, and revealed a very warm smile.

He spoke before he even saw the person.

"Who do we have here? Isn't this our eternal third son, Young Master Jiang?"

Qin Yangjun turned around.

A red-haired young man in a white robe was staring at him.

However, his face, which had been carrying a provocative smile, froze at this moment.