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

Chu Mingyuan appeared unharmed, but his internal injuries were still severe and had not yet healed.

Although the broken bone has been reattached, it still aches faintly.

Even in this state, he still felt a moment of heartache for his senior brother who had caused him to suffer so much.

How cheap.

"Click—"

The teacup in his hand was crushed, the porcelain shards digging deep into his flesh, blood dripping down mixed with tea.

He seemed not to feel any pain.

"Oh, are you playing the self-harm game?"

A mocking voice came from behind.

Chu Mingyuan turned around abruptly, and only when he saw who it was did the fierceness in his eyes slightly subside.

Ye Lanxuan leaned lazily against the door frame.

Today he was unusually dressed in a plain-colored long robe, and at first glance he looked like a gentle and refined gentleman, but a hint of evil was revealed in the corner of his eyes.

"Wow, you're so angry!"

He strolled in slowly, his golden eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "Could it be because of your Senior Brother Wen?"

"This is the inner sect of the Xuan Tian Sect." Chu Mingyuan casually wiped the blood from his palm. "You're courting death, don't drag me into it."

Ye Lanxuan chuckled and raised his hand to set up a soundproof barrier. "Don't worry, I am still the Demon Lord."

He poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and frowned in disgust. It was bland and tasteless, and he had no interest in drinking it anymore. He then held it in his hand and played with it.

"Do you want me to take care of your senior brother?"

Chu Mingyuan's pupils contracted sharply, and he refused without hesitation, saying, "Don't touch him. I want to handle this personally."

He couldn't believe what would happen to Wen Yubai if he fell into the hands of the Demon Lord.

Even though this rumored Demon Lord saved him, Chu Mingyuan did not think he was a soft-hearted person.

It's just that they can profit from it themselves.

"I will help you get the Heavenly Key; don't interfere with the rest."

Ye Lanxuan raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"That's good."

He placed the teacup in front of Chu Mingyuan and said something meaningful before leaving.

"Don't even think about any camaraderie among fellow disciples. You should know that there's no going back now."

Chu Mingyuan clenched his fist, his nails digging into his flesh, and the wound he had just cut began to bleed again.

The teacup on the table suddenly turned into powder.

The tea, now without its container, spilled down the table and onto the floor.

Yes.

Can't go back anymore.

The Yin energy disguised as spiritual energy within his body began to surge again, causing his eyes to turn red.

As soon as he left Chu Mingyuan's courtyard, Ye Lanxuan couldn't help but sneer.

Chu Mingyuan kept talking about revenge, but his eyes were glued to his senior brother, and he couldn't tear them away.

He could see everything clearly from the medicine pool.

This righteous drama is much more interesting than the fighting and killing in the demon realm.

His eyes gleamed with interest as he flicked non-existent dust from his sleeve.

"You won't let me touch you?"

"I'm determined to confront you."

He wanted to see what kind of person this Senior Brother Wen was.

Anyway, she didn't agree to Chu Mingyuan's request.

Ye Lanxuan arrived at Qingheng Mountain in no time, having already scouted out Wen Yubai's residence during the day.

If I'm in a good mood and conveniently take care of it for Chu Mingyuan, I wonder if Chu Mingyuan will fly into a rage.

Ye Lanxuan thought with a wicked sense of humor.

Unlike other diligent cultivators who meditate and cultivate at night, Wen Yubai rests very regularly.

It was already late at night, but the Demon Lord's excellent concealment skills did not disturb the sleeping Wen Yubai.

The soft moonlight slanted through the window and fell on the young man's face, casting a gentle glow.

Ye Lanxuan rested his chin on his hand and admired the scene for a while before suddenly reaching out and poking the young man's cheek.

Tsk, it's softer than I imagined.

For a fleeting moment, Ye Lanxuan felt as if time had stood still.

I want to see what he looks like when he opens his eyes.

After a long while, Ye Lanxuan realized his own thoughts and smiled silently.

Chu Mingyuan's senior brother is indeed handsome.

He thought to himself that if Wen Yubai was willing to plead with him, he would save his life from Chu Mingyuan's clutches.

Anyway, whether you save one or two people from the Xuantian Sect, it doesn't matter.

He's such a good person.

Ye Lanxuan was in a good mood. Even when a dog kept by the sect barked at him, he felt as if it was praising him.

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In the story, Xie Linchen takes in the fake disciple "Li Mingya" and goes crazy after finally getting rid of Chu Mingyuan and thinking that he is the only one Wen Yubai.

They bullied Li Mingya even more than before, ostensibly instructing him on sword practice, providing medicine to heal his wounds, and offering kind greetings, but in reality, they taught him the wrong sword techniques, poisoned his pills, and sowed discord between them.

Having already learned his lesson, will Chu Mingyuan fall into another trap?

Of course not. He retaliated one by one, which attracted the attention and pity of Qingheng Immortal Venerable, and revealed Wen Yubai's true colors within the sect.

But now, Xie Linchen hasn't accepted any disciples as originally planned. What should we do?

Wen Yubai was pondering how to approach Chu Mingyuan and how to introduce Chu Mingyuan to Xie Linchen.

Just then, footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

Wen Yubai looked up and saw Chu Mingyuan standing at the door holding the sect leader's token, with a harmless smile on his face.

"Senior brother."

The young man waved the token. "The sect leader sent me to learn swordsmanship from the Immortal Venerable. I will be staying at Qingheng Peak from now on, so it will be convenient for him to teach me."

The sect leader said that he was already busy enough as the head of a sect, so why should Xie Linchen be so free?

Wen Yubai almost couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

What is this? Automatic plot correction?

This is wonderful! Wen Yubai's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, calmed down, and he was impressed by the stability of the plot.

Immortal Venerable Qingheng was in meditation. Even when the sect leader sent a message, he did not come out. It was unclear whether he was too engrossed in his practice or simply did not want to pay attention.

Wen Yubai feigned indifference and said, "Master is in seclusion, I will teach you first."

"Okay." Chu Mingyuan's smile deepened, his obedient demeanor perfectly convincing.

I wonder what kind of guidance the senior brother will give to his junior brother this time?

On the training ground, Wen Yu, dressed in flowing white robes, executed a move called "Swallow Soaring Across the Sky" with effortless grace.

He slowed down his movements, breaking down every detail clearly.

"Here, rotate your wrist like this, pay attention to your core, stabilize your lower body..."

He looks like a cold-faced but caring senior brother.

but……

That's wrong.

It's all wrong.

In every sword stance, my senior brother would make mistakes in small details at crucial steps.

With his flowing swordsmanship and elegant demeanor, no one would have imagined that he would betray his junior brother whom he had only met once.

Wen Yubai sheathed his sword and stood there, his white robes spotless.

He casually tossed a wooden sword to Chu Mingyuan. "Want to give it a try?"

Chu Mingyuan refused, a smile playing on his lips as he drew his sword from his waist.

A plain, unadorned silver sword, without any decorations or special features.

It was a divine sword, named Cangyue.

Mountains are hidden in the sheath, but when the sword is drawn, it is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

It was what Chu Mingyuan obtained from below the cliff.

As expected of the protagonist, even when faced with a life-or-death situation, he still manages to have a miraculous encounter

Wen Yubai took a few steps back without making a sound, giving Chu Mingyuan plenty of room to maneuver.

Chu Mingyuan's sword moved like a shooting star, perfectly replicating Wen Yubai's flawed swordsmanship, and even possessing a more ferocious killing intent than Wen Yubai's sword.

The final move should have been the finishing touch, but the sword tip suddenly turned and aimed straight for Wen Yubai's brow!

His pupils dilated, and he hastily swerved to the side.

But then Chu Mingyuan's face flashed with deliberate pain, as if he had twisted his ankle. The sword changed direction, but the man pressed down on him.

The two fell heavily to the ground, with Chu Mingyuan supporting himself above them.

The pebbles dug into the whip marks on Wen Yubai's back, causing him excruciating pain that made his vision blur.

Chu Mingyuan was dazzled by the sight of his senior brother beneath him, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

"I'm sorry, senior brother," he said sincerely, but a strange light flashed in his eyes, "my skills are not up to par."

He said that, but he had no intention of getting up.

Wen Yubai stared at the face so close to his, then coldly pushed the person off him. "Get off me."

Chu Mingyuan rolled to the side, rubbing his wrist and pretending to be serious: "I suddenly got a cramp and twisted my wrist. I didn't control the force and direction well."

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

"It's nothing."

Wen Yubai stood up, his back burning with pain, feeling that the whip marks on his back would never heal.

It finally healed for two days, then cracked open again.

Wen Yubai glanced at Chu Mingyuan's hypocritical expression and knew perfectly well that this was not a mistake, but a deliberate act of carelessness.

In that instant, he felt that he was really going to be killed.