After the main character who took the blame retired, the female lead quit.

"What a load of rubbish! Didn't we run into Ye Feng at this restaurant last time? We thought we'd seen a ghost. Boss was so scared he peed his pants. I had to wash them for him when we got back."

"Wait, I suddenly remembered, didn't Ye Feng defeat our boss?"

"Look, the rumor is that he prefers men to women, right? Could it be that after he was defeated by Ye Feng that day, he was forced into... you know... that? That's why he didn't show any surprise when he heard this."

"possible!"

"What are you all whispering about? And why are you all looking at me like that?"

"No...it's nothing, boss, we admire you so much!"

"Ha! Of course, who am I?"

Zheng Fei replied proudly, unconcerned, and even flexed his muscles a few times to show off his strength.

However, this time was different from usual. Instead of the worshipful and welcoming looks from his underlings, he was met with three pairs of slightly pitying eyes that silently looked at him.

Zheng Fei: ?

……

field.

On a path bathed in the setting sun.

bass!

A flash of sword light, and the bandit's head fell to the ground.

The two natal flying swords swept past and were once again absorbed into the acupoint.

Li Qingming, whose clothes were stained with blood, intended to sheathe his sword and leave, but the landscape gazette on one of the bandits caught his attention.

After taking a sip of the cheap wine from the jug, the fat, large-eared head hanging at his waist caught his eye. It was covered by a layer of clothing, from which blood seeped continuously. The clothing around the head's mouth and nose would sometimes tighten and sometimes loosen, as if the head was still alive and greedily breathing in the air.

He stepped forward, picked it up, and started reading, but after just a quick glance, he froze on the spot.

Looking at the information above, he exclaimed in surprise, "Junior Brother Ye... isn't dead?! He's not dead... he's not dead, hahaha, I knew that kid wasn't meant to die!"

As if he had just realized something, Li Qingming burst into laughter, all the pent-up frustration in his heart vanished, and the aura of a peak Golden Core Realm expert emanated from his body, which then continued to condense and rise.

A crisp click.

He actually broke through on the spot and became a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

Call ~

The once clear sky was suddenly shrouded in dark, ominous clouds.

With Li Qingming's breakthrough, the Nascent Soul Realm tribulation that was long overdue for him finally arrived.

…………

Inside the most bustling rouge shop in Xuanyun City.

Sun Qian had just completed his routine task of handing over today's grain tax.

Compared to before, he has lost a lot of weight. His face is pale, and there are faint dark circles under his eyes. He looks very haggard. He got out of bed with light steps and came to the dressing table in front of the bed.

Sure enough, there are no oxen that die from exhaustion, only land that is overworked.

Looking at his weak reflection in the mirror, Sun Qian felt he was about to collapse; the Liuwei Dihuang Pills he was taking every meal were almost losing their effectiveness.

The reason is simple: eating too much causes the body to develop drug resistance.

However, victory is within reach.

She said that this cosmetics shop was owned by her mother, and she would probably be able to meet her parents today.

Everything was for revenge.

I silently recited a few words to myself to encourage myself.

Sun Qian clutched his lower back with one hand, while using the other to pick up the landscape gazette that a maid had brought early that morning from the table.

A casual glance.

Bang!

A loud noise caught the attention of the woman who was pretending to be asleep on the bed.

She got out of bed, slowly stretched, then lazily leaned against Sun Qian's back, crossed her arms around his neck, and softly asked:

"My lord, why are you crying?"

"It's okay. I'm happy."

"Happy?"

The woman was confused. Before she could figure it out, a tremendous force suddenly came and pushed her onto the bed.

Sun Qian simply poured the entire bottle of Liuwei Dihuang Pills into his mouth, saying as he walked over:

"Come on, let's fight again!"

Crystalline tears streamed down his no longer round face, and Sun Qian cried out inwardly.

Brother Ye is alive!

He's not dead!

Damn it, he's been a gigolo for nothing, he's been squeezed dry these past few days, and now he wants to run away.

………………

Unauthorized prohibited sea areas.

Wearing a ferocious mask, Tie Yanran looked at the landscape gazette in her hand, which had been delivered through special means to keep her informed about the outside world. Her beautiful eyes fell on the three words "Li Yunshang," which clearly belonged to a woman, on the newspaper. Then, her gaze flashed over the face of a half-naked man in the accompanying illustration.

Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed deeply, and then...

The light of the knife flashed.

The Shanshui Dibao (a local gazetteer) was shattered to pieces.

Beneath her pink lips, her silver teeth were clenched, and Tie Yanran said angrily, "That bastard, he actually plays such a slut outside, what a damn bastard."

Waves rich in strange Dao traces surged up on the sea surface, the turbulent water splashing against her body, but were pushed aside by an invisible layer of energy around her.

At the same time, Tie Yanran's face turned pale instantly. She hurriedly took out a spirit stone from her storage ring and sat down to replenish her energy. The spirit stone shimmered with spiritual light, but its surface became much dimmer.

After she finishes her cultivation at her family's headquarters and completes her technique, she'll go find him and wait... that bastard will get what's coming to him.

The girl, dressed in men's clothing and wearing an iron mask, thought to herself.

And the person at the center of the incident.

Xiao Yu... is dead.

He was completely dead, his whole body limp and lifeless, like a withered salted fish, slumped on the table.

His originally brown eyes, like those of a dead fish, gazed up at the starry sky, looking at the ceiling above.

It's the same restaurant as before, in the same familiar location.

The difference is that people's mindset has changed.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Thieves' Disciples Never Use the Main Entrance

"No... Brother, seeing you looking like you're living a life worse than death, becoming famous is a good thing! Countless cultivators in the world toil away just to become as well-known as you."

Don't take your blessings for granted. Cheer up, let me buy you a drink.

With a bruised and swollen face, and his mouth wrapped in bandages, he slowly walked over carrying a few plates of snacks to go with his drinks.

He waved the Green Mountain Bamboo Wine he had bought during the restaurant's special discount today, and said to Xiao Yu, who was lying on the table like a lump of mud, as if he was enjoying the show.

This isn't the kind of fame I want!

Xiao Yu ignored him, his heart filled with despair. Sure enough, he shouldn't have left Demon Gathering Island. Wouldn't it have been better to have stayed put?

If they insist on coming out to investigate, the worst that can happen is they'll be killed by the world-destroying boss decades later, which is much better than dying now.

The only saving grace was that he quickly pulled up his pants before everyone completely barged in; otherwise, it would have been blatantly harassing his genitals.

"Are you really not going to drink? It's not easy for Qingshan Bamboo Wine to be so cheap today. Although it's because your reputation has given the restaurant more to talk about and attracted a lot of customers, and the restaurant owner is happy to give you a discount, in a way, you've contributed to the effort. It would be a shame not to drink it."

Pfft!

Her words were like a sharp knife piercing Xiao Yu's heart.

Shut up! He needs some peace and quiet.

Xiao Yu felt a deep silence in his heart. No wonder the restaurant was so lively today.

It turns out they were just bored and gossiping.

Suddenly, he remembered the Canglan Sword Saint who married a sow. He had laughed loudly when he saw the man embracing a sow in the newspaper. Now, he was in that situation.

Suddenly, I didn't find it funny anymore; instead, I felt a sense of shared misfortune.

However, upon closer reflection, all they knew was that the freak was Ye Feng, an inner disciple of the Xuanling Sect.

Not him, Xiao Yu.

Those things were all done by the protagonist Ye Feng, and had nothing to do with Xiao Yu.

Having figured this out, Xiao Yu came back to life.

Moreover, most of his acquaintances are on Demon Gathering Island, and he doesn't know anyone in the cultivation world. If he does, they're all the protagonist Ye Feng's, so what does it have to do with him?

It was Ye Feng who died, and it had nothing to do with Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu's reputation is still good, it's just that his face has been seen by someone, and no one knows which painter or cultivator has painted it.