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

Before dawn, Wen Yubai was already awake.

He stared blankly at the bed curtains, unable to understand why Xie Linchen suddenly wanted to personally instruct him in swordsmanship.

不过，这也是个机会。

Wen Yubai deliberately went around to Chu Mingyuan's courtyard and gently knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He simply pushed the door open and went in.

Chu Mingyuan was awakened by the noise. In his daze, he suddenly grabbed the hand of the person in front of him, and his other hand reflexively locked onto the other person's throat.

He only snapped to his senses before touching Wen Yubai's neck.

"Senior brother?" The voice was still sleepy.

Wen Yubai stumbled as she was pulled, but once she regained her balance, she pulled her hand back.

"My master wants to personally instruct me in swordsmanship."

Wen Yubai raised his chin slightly, feigning arrogance, "Some people can never have such an opportunity in their entire lives."

Wen Yubai gave Chu Mingyuan a slightly stiff hint: You absolutely must come along.

But on the surface, he still maintained a subtly boastful demeanor.

Chu Mingyuan yawned. He didn't quite hear what Wen Yubai said, but he heard that Qingheng Immortal Venerable was going to teach Wen Yubai swordsmanship.

What does this mean?

Wouldn't that mean the two of them would be alone together?

That won't do.

He invoked the patriarch's orders.

"Senior Brother Wen, please have mercy," Chu Mingyuan blinked, "The Sect Master personally told me that I should learn swordsmanship from the Immortal Venerable."

He tugged at Wen Yubai's sleeve and moved closer.

"You know I've always admired the Immortal Venerable, I won't disturb you."

"How dare you covet my master?"

Wen Yubai's voice was so soft it sounded like he was talking to himself, yet it was just enough for the other person to hear clearly: "He is my master, he has no other intentions."

That was said deliberately, every word was meant to lead astray.

He wanted to guide Chu Mingyuan in that direction, planting the seeds for the future development of their relationship.

Chu Mingyuan paused for a moment.

Again.

Every time Xie Linchen is mentioned, Wen Yubai's tone becomes subtle, as if he doesn't want anyone to get close to Xie Linchen.

"Senior brother," he suddenly laughed, "you seem so nervous, perhaps you have some ulterior motives."

Wen Yubai frowned and scolded, "Nonsense."

But his clenched knuckles betrayed a hint of panic.

This reaction made Chu Mingyuan feel inexplicably choked up.

Xie Linchen had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

He looked up when he heard footsteps.

Wen Yubai was dressed in a dark green outfit, which made his skin look as white as jade.

A morning breeze swept by, and the fluttering of her clothes accentuated her slender waist.

Not only Xie Linchen's gaze lingered on him, but "Li Mingya" behind him also glanced at him from time to time.

Xie Linchen glanced at Chu Mingyuan.

During his cultivation, he did receive a message from the sect leader, instructing him to guide this new disciple.

He simply ignored it; he rarely even taught his own apprentices, let alone cared about others.

Surprisingly, Wen Yubai took the initiative to bring the person along.

He thought Wen Yubai would hate "Li Mingya" just like he had rejected Chu Mingyuan before.

Teaching one is the same as teaching two, and it doesn't make much difference.

Xie Linchen casually picked up a wooden branch, which in his hand was like a sharp sword.

Her movements flowed like water, each gesture conveying a sense of returning to simplicity and authenticity.

Wen Yubai unconsciously held his breath. Those complicated and difficult sword techniques suddenly became clear under his master's demonstration.

He focused intently on imitating Xie Linchen's movements, unconsciously immersing himself in them.

Although I couldn't quite match my master's effortless mastery, I did manage to capture some of his essence.

Xie Linchen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on his disciple.

Watching his obedient apprentice follow his every move.

His usually aloof expression softened slightly.

"Senior brother."

A soft call snapped Wen Yubai back to reality.

He looked up and met Xie Linchen's unusually gentle gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.

Why does Xie Linchen's gaze seem so gentle?

This is not a good sign.

He stopped and took the initiative to challenge Chu Mingyuan, who was standing next to him with a deep gaze, to a duel.

The intention was to draw Xie Linchen's attention to the protagonist, Chu Mingyuan.

Wen Yubai had a sudden inspiration and remembered that Xie Linchen despised cowardly and incompetent people.

During one of Chu Mingyuan's attacks, he deliberately let his wrist go weak, causing him to crash into the blade.

Even though Chu Mingyuan had tried his best to stop, somehow the blade still grazed Wen Yubai's shoulder.

Blood instantly soaked through the dark green outfit.

"Senior brother!" Chu Mingyuan threw down his sword and was about to step forward.

But Wen Yubai didn't look at him; instead, she pushed him away abruptly.

Turning around dejectedly, he said to Xie Linchen, "It's because my skills are inferior. Junior Brother Li is indeed a master swordsman, catching me off guard..."

The performance was so bad that even he was embarrassed.

But in order to ruin his image in Xie Linchen's eyes, he forced himself to look aggrieved and cowardly. Such a despicable and foolish act should surely make him despise.

Both Xie Linchen and Chu Mingyuan present could see it.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment. Xie Linchen's gaze swept between the two men, and he finally said indifferently, "That's enough for today."

The remaining two are Wen Yubai and Chu Mingyuan.

Wen Yubai, clutching his wound, said to Chu Mingyuan with a grim expression, "Junior Brother Li truly shone brightly in front of my master today."

Chu Mingyuan laughed, then suddenly moved closer and blocked his path.

The warm palm pressed heavily on the wound, causing Wen Yubai to gasp in pain.

"you--"

Chu Mingyuan took out a golden bottle from his storage ring and skillfully cleaned the wound.

As he ran his fingertips, coated with medicinal powder, across Wen Yubai's skin, Chu Mingyuan noticed the momentary tension in Wen Yubai's expression and almost laughed.

"Next time," Chu Mingyuan whispered in his ear after the bandage was finished, "if you're going to act, remember to choose a blunt sword."

After saying that, the person left.

Now only Wen Yubai remained. He looked at Chu Mingyuan's back and felt that something was not quite right.

Is this how you treat an enemy?

Xie Linchen stood in the shadows, watching Wen Yubai leave before stepping out.

He never cared about the trivial matters among his disciples, but today he was inexplicably concerned, or rather, confused.

That disciple, who was always aloof and reserved and never showed weakness, actually put on such a clumsy performance—deliberately getting injured, feigning grievance, and framing someone.

Right under his nose, they even dared to desecrate the way of the sword.

He should have been angry, but when his gaze fell on the wound on Wen Yubai's shoulder, a different thought inexplicably arose in his mind.

Why?

He clearly saw through the charade, but he couldn't understand what his apprentice was thinking or what his purpose was.

What bothered him even more was that the new disciple, Li Mingya, paid far too much attention to Wen Yubai.

Rather than admiring himself as the number one swordsman, he seemed more drawn to Wen Yubai.