The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Having witnessed everything, 188 said quietly, "Wasn't the way you wiped your hands just now a bit excessive?"

"Isn't his character supposed to be a vicious senior brother?"

Hmm... I'm relieved to see how vicious you acted.

System 188's voice sounded weary: [Teleportation consumes too much energy, I need to hibernate. Be careful.]

As the system went offline, the surroundings immediately fell silent.

Wen Yubai looked down at his hands, which were very clean, but he still felt a sticky feeling of blood.

This was the first time he had killed someone in twenty years—although it was for the sake of the plot.

He exhaled softly, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart.

"So this is what it feels like to be a villain."

Whether he was a villain or a good person, he didn't care as long as he could be resurrected.

Wen Yubai turned away from the cliff and found a rock to sit on.

He needed to sort through the original owner's memories. Fortunately, the original owner and he had some similarities in personality—cold and taciturn.

He is a steady and reliable senior brother in the eyes of his disciples, a junior whom the sect elders place high hopes on, and a worry-free and sensible disciple in the eyes of his master.

Of course, all of this was an act. Ever since he was five years old and was brought back to the Xuan Tian Sect by Xie Lin Chen, he had been imitating Xie Lin Chen's every move.

He longed for that person's attention, and to be the most special person in their eyes.

The appearance of Chu Mingyuan disrupted this balance, causing his feelings to change and pushing him step by step into the abyss.

OK, quiet, composed, and respectful to his master—that's the key to Wen Yubai's character.

We'll continue targeting him once Chu Mingyuan returns.

It's not too difficult.

As for his secret crush on his master, Wen Yubai selectively ignored it.

If you can make it obvious that you have a crush on someone, then what's the point of having a crush at all?

To ensure everything went perfectly, he spent two days familiarizing himself with the sword techniques and sect rules. With the help of his memory, his swordsmanship quickly went from clumsy to fluent and smooth.

On the morning of the third day, Wen Yubai returned to the sect on his sword without stopping.

He made himself look disheveled.

His robes were stained with dried blood, his face was pale, and he even staggered when he landed.

He had to hold onto a stone pillar to steady himself.

"Senior Brother Wen!" exclaimed the gatekeeper of the main hall, "What's wrong with you...?"

"Quickly inform the sect leader," Wen Yubai said hoarsely, "Junior Brother Chu has fallen off a cliff."

The atmosphere inside the sect's main hall was solemn.

Wen Yubai knelt on the ground, his back straight, with only his pale lips faintly visible through his drooping hair.

"During this training, we were ambushed by demonic cultivators." His expression showed a hint of pain as he said, "This disciple... failed to protect Junior Brother Chu."

The sect leader frowned: "Tell me in detail."

"We were ambushed by three demonic cultivators near the Forest of Steles on Fallen Soul Mountain." Wen Yubai lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them.

"My junior brother and I fought desperately, but we were still no match for them. We were forced to the vicinity of a cliff, and my junior brother accidentally fell off the cliff while trying to cover me. This disciple... has failed the sect."

Seeing his tense back, the sect leader sighed, "You have always been steady and reliable. Although this accident was not your fault, as the senior brother leading the group, you failed to protect the safety of the disciples traveling with you. According to the law, you should be punished with one hundred lashes."

"This disciple is willing to accept the punishment."

Wen Yubai's voice was very soft, but it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

They looked at their senior brother kneeling on the ground.

His long, dark hair fell over his shoulders, his lips were pale, and he lowered his eyes, not uttering a single word in rebuttal.

My heart tightened.

The usually composed senior brother was now kneeling, covered in dust and blood, a sight more heartbreaking than any punishment.

"Senior brother is already injured."

"A hundred lashes is too harsh."

"Junior Brother Chu chose the training location, so why is Senior Brother being blamed?"

"It's clearly because Junior Brother Chu's strength is insufficient...that's why..."

Several inner disciples couldn't help but speak up.

Even the elders pleaded with the sect leader, after all, they had watched the child grow up since he was a child, and it was the first time he had suffered such a severe punishment, and they couldn't bear to see him suffer like this.

"Rules are rules," the enforcement elder said in a deep voice, but secretly transmitted his voice to the disciple in charge of punishment: "Go easy on him."

The sect leader finally sighed, "Very well, considering that you returned injured, it was no easy feat. I'll reduce the lashes by thirty. You may leave."

Wen Yubai declined the enthusiastic concern of his junior brothers and sisters, and decided to change his clothes before heading to the Discipline Hall.

In the story, Qingheng Immortal Venerable, who was in seclusion, was informed by the sect leader that Chu Mingyuan had disappeared. He immediately went to Luohun Mountain to look for his little disciple, but neglected his eldest disciple who was being tortured.

Although they arrived a step too late, they still discovered clues that Wen Yubai had poisoned them, planting a seed of suspicion in their hearts.

Inside the council hall, the sect leader pondered for a moment before deciding to send a message to the secluded Immortal Venerable Qingheng.

Chu Mingyuan's life lamp hadn't gone out, meaning he was still alive, though the light was faint, indicating he was severely injured and on the verge of death.

"Why did you summon me?"

The sect leader looked up and saw the person slowly walk in, wearing a plain blue robe, with extremely calm emotions in his eyes, untouched by the dust of the world.

"Yu Bai and the others were attacked at Luohun Mountain. Ming Yuan fell off a cliff and his whereabouts are unknown."

The sect leader continued in a deep voice, "The life lamp is not extinguished, but its light is weak, indicating that the person is seriously injured and on the verge of death."

Elder Danfeng frowned: "This is strange. There's a Soul-Suppressing Stele on Fallen Soul Mountain, which demonic cultivators have never dared to approach. How could demonic cultivators suddenly appear and ambush us?"

"I'm afraid the Demonic Sect has other plans." The sect leader frowned.

Upon hearing that his youngest disciple was in danger, Xie Linchen's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I'll take care of this."

"Wait a minute," the elder in charge of law enforcement suddenly spoke up, "Yu Bai is being executed in the Discipline Hall, aren't you going to go and take a look?"

The sect leader sighed, "That child doesn't even rest for a moment. I wonder who he took after in terms of temperament?"

The enforcement elder shook his head inwardly and glanced at Xie Linchen.

Who else could it resemble?

He had already instructed his disciple to show mercy, but Yu Bai, with his stubborn nature, refused to even take a single healing pill.

And look at this person's proper teacher in front of me...

"Since he has already been punished, why bother looking at him again?"

Xie Linchen didn't stop walking; he disappeared outside the hall in an instant.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Elder Jin of Daofeng was a straightforward man who spoke his mind. He said bluntly, "Is Lin Chen some kind of ice cultivator who has transformed into a human? His disciple was seriously injured and punished, and he didn't even bother to look at him."

Elder He of Danfeng snorted coldly: "Last time when we were discussing the Dao, I mentioned to him that Mingyuan had excellent aptitude but his cultivation was stagnant. He didn't even lift his eyelids and dismissed me with a simple 'Cultivation is up to the individual'."

The elder in charge of law enforcement shook his head: "And Yu Bai, what a good child, but he was stuck with such a master. His personality has been corrupted, he's cold and aloof, just like a second Qingheng Immortal Venerable."

"Alright," the sect leader interrupted, rubbing his temples. "Have Yu Bai soak in the medicinal pool later, so he doesn't hurt himself."

The elder in charge of law enforcement glanced in the direction Xie Linchen had left and muttered under his breath, "I'm not like some people who are so heartless to their disciples."

-

In the open space in front of the Discipline Hall, Wen Yubai took off his outer robe and knelt on the bluestone slab wearing only his inner garment.

Sunlight filtered through the clouds, falling on his slender profile and outlining his thin body.

"Snapped!"

With each crack of the whip, Wen Yubai gritted his teeth.

Unexpectedly, this body was so fragile; after only ten lashes, his vision began to go black.

By the time he had received fifty lashes, his snow-white undergarment was soaked with blood.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead; his already fair skin now appeared even whiter than paper.

The disciples watching were heartbroken.

"Senior brother..." a disciple choked out, complaining, "Go easy on him, kid."

Wen Yubai's ears were ringing, his consciousness was blurred, and he could only vaguely hear the trembling voice of the executioner.

"Senior brother, hang in there a little longer."

When the last lash fell, the executioner couldn't bear it any longer, threw down the whip, and rushed to help him.

"Senior brother, it's over. I'll take you to the medicine pool."

Wen Yubai's vision blurred, and he weakly pushed away the person trying to help him up, saying, "I can do it myself."

The disciples watching had red eyes and made way for him. Several people wanted to go forward to help him, but were deterred by his stubborn and aloof attitude.

Above the clouds, Xie Linchen stood with his hands behind his back.

He shouldn't have lingered here, but when he passed by on his sword just now, he heard those suppressed groans.

Like a hook, it pulled at his feet with the wind.

His sword strike faltered slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look down.

The young man was as thin as paper, and the crisscrossing whip marks on his back were particularly striking.

He saw his eldest disciple, who was self-disciplined and respectful of propriety, push away the support of others and walk unsteadily.

Even though he was on his deathbed, he still stubbornly maintained his pride.

His fingertips unconsciously rubbed together, and a strange, indescribable feeling arose within him.

He probably felt his apprentice was too weak.

Seventy lashes were enough to nearly break him.

With such a physique, how can he bear the title of chief disciple of the Xuantian Sect?

Xie Linchen withdrew his gaze and continued to travel on his sword, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds in an instant.

It was as if the momentary stagnation had never happened.

Wen Yubai seemed to sense something, looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.

It's strange, I always feel like someone is watching me.