Chapter 26 Don’t Blame Me for Being Ruthless_1

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Chapter 26: Chapter 26 Don’t Blame Me for Being Ruthless_1"Trash?" The woman furrowed her brows as she looked towards the middle-aged man entering the door. The manuscripts I submitted last month were the works of my painstaking efforts. How could they possibly be considered trash? Especially the novel *Brother, Fall in Love with Me Quickly* and its companion piece *How to Make the Cold and Aloof Junior Sister Fall in Love with Me*. When I wrote these two books, I poured my entire heart and soul into them, infusing all my complex emotions into every character I depicted. She pouted slightly and muttered to the middle-aged man, "How much have they sold for in total?" The middle-aged man hastily pulled a bag of spirit stones from his storage ring and said, "Ah, they’ve sold for a total of 2,650 spirit stones. One of the Cultivation Techniques sold for a bit more, a whole 500 spirit stones. Sigh, Miss Liu, it’s not that your books are badly written; it’s just that the current cultivation environment isn’t what it used to be. How many cultivation students are there in each intake across the Twenty-One Provinces? Now everyone is scrambling to get into those 985s and 211s; the competition is fierce. Who has time to read those romance novels? That book you wrote, *The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique,* is good! Write more of those kinds of Cultivation Techniques in the future." There are so many Cultivation Techniques in this world, who knows if they’re real or not? The woman didn’t care in the slightest. However, the fact that the Cultivation Technique she had written without much thought had sold was a surprise to her. If I had known it was so easy to make money, why would I have bothered staying cooped up in my little hut, keeping company with only my hands day and night? I wonder which poor soul came across that book. I hope they’re alright. Miss Liu felt she shouldn’t just seclude herself and write books; she needed to keep up with current affairs and not always complain about traditions dying out. Instead, she should look for reasons within herself. So, she asked, "What are the best-selling books on Book Sage Pavilion’s sales charts right now? Just grab any two for me to see." The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "Oh! There’s one called *How to Cultivate with Eyes Closed* that’s very popular. And there’s *How to Get Others to Help You Cultivate!* If you ask me, Miss Liu, you should just write a book called *I Can Cultivate by Accepting Disciples*; let’s follow the trend... Next month, many Sects will be recruiting new members. We can make a fortune there. There’s no need to bother with places like the Sword Sect; they won’t have many people joining this year anyway. According to my grandpa and my dad, the numbers are dwindling with each intake..." The middle-aged man rambled on. Noticing that Miss Liu seemed more patient, he quickly continued, "Alright, I’ll leave the spirit stones here for you, Immortal. Just let me know if you need anything." The middle-aged man turned and left the room. Miss Liu stared at the door that had returned to darkness, pondering for a moment. Her jade-like hand picked up the pen. With a flourish, she wrote several large, glittering characters! ——[I Can Cultivate by Accepting Disciples] Then, examining her own squiggly handwriting, she nodded in satisfaction. Uncle Li’s got a point. This Cultivation Technique has the potential to be a big hit! ... Xiao Ruoching gazed at the characters that meandered like dragons and snakes on the pages, her entire soul seemingly immersed in them. As she read, she occasionally nodded in admiration. Such logic! Such talent! To think I’m only discovering such an insightful and profound book now. Take, for example, this phrase: "The so-called luck cultivation method; to put it simply, if you survive a cliff fall, great fortune follows." Or: "The protagonist ought to have a spirit that soars above the world, a gallant and righteous ambition." And: "..." Xiao Ruoching kept flipping through this mysterious Cultivation Technique. After a while, a question that had been buried in her heart and couldn’t be shaken off emerged. Her eyes fixed on the growing hole in her stockings. Why did Master give me this book? Could it be that he’s discovered something? If that’s truly the case, he has hidden it far too deeply! Moreover, what exactly did it mean by the book potentially being destroyed for ’some indescribable reasons’? I’ve been looking at it for quite some time, and isn’t this just an ordinary book? What did that sentence even mean? Shaking her head lightly, Xiao Ruoching let out a sigh and turned to the last page, reading the text: *I really didn’t expect someone to be so bored as to flip to this last page!* *Is it good? Hehe, I made it all up.* *You didn’t actually believe it, did you? Child of Destiny?* *Give it up, kid. The path of cultivation isn’t for you.* *Jump off a cliff and you’ll find a Cultivation Technique? Did your ancestral tomb catch fire?* *My advice is for you to daydream somewhere else.* *Not convinced, huh? Why are you pouting!? Want to hit me?* *...* Xiao Ruoching looked at the words in the book expressionlessly. Then, with utmost gentleness, displaying perfect ladylike demeanor, her autumn-water eyes held a mixture of three parts heartlessness, three parts coldness, three parts suppressed anger, and one part regret. She didn’t miss a single spot with writing on it. This resilient Cultivation Technique, having endured great trials, evolved into fluttering white scraps of paper, gently scattering around the rocking chair. Her chest rose and fell gently, her face flushed, more with annoyance than anything else. Damn Su Bei! He must have done it on purpose! Absolutely! Then, a chilling sneer involuntarily crept onto her lips as she picked up the Sword Scripture that had been resting on her stomach for quite some time. "Good Master," she thought, "You are heartless, so don’t blame me for being disloyal!" ... Su Bei rode the clouds, his hands clasped behind his back, leisurely arriving at the peak where Wenren Pingxin resided. During his flight, he suddenly saw his Second Senior Brother instructing a group of male Disciples in swordplay. He then casually greeted them, "Hello, Second Senior Brother! Hello, everyone!" Looking at those Sword Sect Disciples, who were only a hundred or two hundred years old, their youthful sweat glistening under the scorching sun, he couldn’t help feeling a bit sentimental. Alas! Who wasn’t young once? Xi Qingyi cast an indifferent glance at the idle Su Bei and snorted coldly. He then fiercely struck a Disciple who was gazing at Su Bei with star-struck eyes. "Focus on your cultivation! You’re not as handsome as him, and if you can’t toughen up, what will you amount to in the future?" Su Bei looked utterly bewildered. How did I get dragged into this? And why is Xi Qingyi scowling and snorting at me? It’s not like I stole his daughter! Utterly baffling. Shaking his head, he vanished from the spot. ... Sunlight streamed through the latticed window, casting patterns on the curtains. Wenren Pingxin, wearing a light green, cloud-patterned nightgown, her beautiful hair cascading freely down her back, lazed on the bed, yawning. As her delicate hand gently lifted to scratch her back, the alluring movement subtly traced her exquisite curves. Her long, fair, jade-like legs were slightly curled, her skin so fine it seemed it would break at a touch, her charmingly languid expression flowing naturally. Her generous assets stood proudly, as if declaring their magnificent grandeur to the world! Suddenly, her Divine Sense stirred; she detected someone flying toward her peak. Wenren Pingxin blinked, a hint of confusion knitting her brows. She parted her rosy lips. "Little Bei Bei? Isn’t he supposed to be teaching his little disciple? What’s he coming to me for?" She hastily tightened her light green nightgown, then hesitated before slipping on a long robe over it, concealing her prominent bosom. Even though I watched him grow up, he is, after all, my Junior Brother. ... PS: A huge thanks to Qing Feng Youxin and Sheng Fu for their monthly votes!

Chapter 26 Don’t Blame Me for Being Ruthless_1

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