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Blame the Villain – Chapter 163

Villainous Undercover (2)

“She…”

The system was stuck, unable to comprehend how relying on a bewitching face to seduce people, the villain could cause this world to turn into such a state. Upon a closer look, the villain remained the same villain, only with some slight changes in subtle aspects—

The villain’s eyes were duller, having lost that sparkling spirit, and her lips turned downward, with slightly darkened skin. If it were only these flaws, she could still be considered a beauty. However, the scar that stretched across her entire face was truly shocking, making people not want to take a second glance once they had seen her.

“——hahahaha!”

After coming to its senses, the system couldn’t help but laugh out loud freely, releasing the pent-up frustration from having been forced to be cautious in that world for hundreds of years: “Serves her right! Heaven spares no one; who would have thought she would face this day too!”

Without that bewitching face, let’s see what she can use to seduce Xuyi!

A moment of silence followed.

The system, upon realizing, discovered that Song Xuyi did not echo its words and instead pressed her lips tightly.

Only then did the system realize it had been overjoyed and forgot to restrain itself, remembering Xuyi’s usual conduct. The system hurriedly found an excuse: “Xuyi, I am not targeting her, I just remembered a bad woman who looked much like her.”

“In short, Xuyi, you also know this villain’s nature. She is ugly, and her heart is even uglier. You absolutely must not be deceived or tempted by her…”

Song Xuyi did not speak, even though she knew that Fu Xiyu could not hear the system’s use of the word ‘ugly.’ Yet, Song Xuyi always found it somewhat harsh: even if Fu Xiyu is a bad person, this is not a reason to attack her appearance.

Moreover…

Song Xuyi carefully examined Fu Xiyu’s features, which were actually very delicate, and the scar on her face was acquired later. Most girls care about their appearance, and turning from a beauty into someone whom everyone fears because of a scarred face must be a very sad thing for Fu Xiyu…

Beside her, the nervous Song Xu also widened his eyes at Fu Xiyu’s appearance, but immediately felt that directly looking at someone’s face like that was a bit presumptuous, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Clearly, Fu Xiyu does not look very old, but when she walked over, the disciples on both sides all lowered their heads and respectfully spoke: “Senior Sister.”

Did Fu Xiyu already have such a big influence in the Taiji Sect from this time?


Song Xuyi raised her head, seriously observing the reactions of the people around her, but she forgot her own little loli appearance at this time. Unaware, she slightly raised her head, her big eyes rolling, cheeks still with cute baby fat, earnestly examining the surrounding environment, making her stand out among a group of people with lowered brows and compliant expressions.

Fu Xiyu’s steps paused for a moment, her gaze quickly sweeping past Song Xuyi’s face, and then she nodded toward the people on both sides, finally standing still in front of the Song siblings.

Thinking that it was the day of entering the Taiji Sect, Song Xu dressed extremely formally, with his hair meticulously combed and wearing a new robe. He was originally the most handsome in the Song family, and now, with worldly experience, he had gained a rare steadiness for his age, dressing up like a jade statue.

“This brother looks very good!” A young girl emerged from behind Fu Xiyu, her eyes full of amazement as she looked at Song Xu: “He looks so good, the Sect Leader will definitely like him. Sister Fu, you should accept him into the sect!”

Hearing the system’s introduction of ‘this is the female lead Gong Huan,’ Song Xuyi looked toward Gong Huan, not expecting that Gong Huan had already met Song Xu so early.

However, it was apparent that Gong Huan had little standing in front of Fu Xiyu. Fu Xiyu gave Gong Huan a cold glance, causing Gong Huan to shrink her neck, stick out her tongue, and nervously stop speaking.

Fu Xiyu’s gaze fell on Song Xu’s face, her brows slightly furrowed.

“What is your name, how old are you this year, where are you from, and why do you want to join my Taiji Sect?” Fu Xiyu’s voice was flat and without fluctuation. Clearly, she looked young, yet she had a very mature demeanor.

“This child is named Song Xu, twelve this year,” Song Xu nervously answered. “From Song Family Fortress, recently the Demon Sect slaughtered my home, leaving only me and my sister. I came to Taiji Sect to seriously learn martial arts, and after learning, to seek revenge on the Demon Sect—”

Indeed, just as the plot summary had described, Fu Xiyu’s gaze at Song Xu showed no fluctuation. She spoke a few words in a low voice to a disciple, who then followed orders and turned around, returning with a weighty money bag in hand.

“Master Song, please mourn and adapt to the changes.” Fu Xiyu spoke these seemingly comforting words, yet her tone remained smooth without the slightest fluctuation: “I have long heard that the fort master of Song Family Fortress values righteousness above all, caring deeply for sentiment and honor. Master Song indeed embodies his father’s demeanor. However, now you are long past the age of learning martial arts. The Demon Sect is powerful and cannot be resisted by one person alone. The vast Song Family Fortress now only has you and your sister left. Master Song, you should cherish yourself and properly take care of your sister…”

“Our Taiji Sect never accepts overage disciples, and I hope Master Song will understand!” With that, Fu Xiyu handed the money bag to Song Xu: “Here is some money; I hope it can help Master Song establish a career.”

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Song Xu pressed his lips together, his eyes filled with a moment of confusion, and he did not take the money bag from Fu Xiyu’s hand.

According to the original plot summary, after much effort, Song Xu came here only to be rejected by the Taiji Sect, naturally leaving him in despair. However, this time, although he initially faced difficulties, he was later cared for by Sect Leader Chen, who promised that if Song Xu failed to become an apprentice at Taiji Sect, he could return to Tianmen Sect, and Sect Leader Chen would do everything possible to help him learn martial arts…

Therefore, at this moment, although Song Xu was disappointed, he did not lose his reason as the plot summary suggested. He took a deep breath, deciding to express his determination again to the woman in charge in front of him. Yet, before Song Xu could speak, an extremely familiar soft voice came from beside him: “My brother is over the age, but I am only six. Can I enter Taiji Sect?”

Not only did Fu Xiyu look toward Song Xuyi, but Song Xu also looked over with a face full of astonishment—throughout this entire journey, Song Xuyi had never shown this kind of intention!

Song Xuyi, in fact, had just made this decision.

She originally planned to follow the plot summary and enter the Medical Valley, as she had studied medicine and could be valued there after entering. However, seeing that Fu Xiyu had already joined the Taiji Sect and seemed to have a deeper influence on the sect than Song Xuyi had imagined, fearing future changes, Song Xuyi temporarily changed her mind: she planned to enter the Taiji Sect to keep an eye on Fu Xiyu.

As for the Medical Valley, it is also in Nan County, and she had heard that the Medical Valley also recruits guest disciples. She could always find an opportunity to join later.

“My brother is wholeheartedly seeking revenge, and I naturally also want to avenge our father and mother!” Song Xuyi tried hard to put on an appearance of righteous indignation, speaking loudly.

Hearing Song Xuyi say this, Song Xu’s eyes, initially filled with some doubt, welled up with tears, feeling both regret and pain in his heart: he had never thought that his sister also harbored thoughts of revenge! Song Xu deeply regretted not discovering his sister’s intention earlier and wanted to dissuade Song Xuyi, but in front of the public, Song Xu could only temporarily suppress his words of dissuasion.

Fu Xiyu’s gaze also fell on Song Xuyi’s face. Seeing the little girl’s eyes rolling and her face full of determination, Fu Xiyu’s eyes darkened. She sternly bent down and pinched Song Xuyi’s still baby-fat cheeks: “Little girl, your age is indeed not overage, but entering the sect requires undergoing tests. Can you endure them?”

Fu Xiyu’s fingers were ice-cold, and when she touched Song Xuyi, the latter involuntarily shivered. Being an adult called ‘little girl’ by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old made Song Xuyi feel extremely awkward. However, knowing that her entry into the sect was still controlled by this significant antagonist, Song Xuyi could only endure it, squeezing out a smile and looking at Fu Xiyu: “I can endure.”

Song Xuyi did not know if it was her illusion, but Fu Xiyu’s indifferent eyes seemed to flash a hint of a smile at that moment. However, when Song Xuyi looked again, Fu Xiyu had once again restored her cold demeanor.

Fu Xiyu waved her hand, and two stern-faced old women appeared behind her. They walked to Song Xuyi’s side; one used skillful strength to restrain Song Xuyi’s arm, leg, and neck, while the other directly pressed her hand against Song Xuyi’s chest—

A domineering aura flowed in through her chest, coursing through Song Xuyi’s body as if it wanted to burst out from her limb meridians. Every part of Song Xuyi’s body was in pain, and for a moment, she felt she was about to explode and die.

Noticing that Fu Xiyu’s gaze remained fixed on her face, and recalling her boastful words, Song Xuyi bit down hard on her lower lip. Even though her face was pale, she persisted without crying out in pain.

“Sister! Don’t hold on—”

If it were Song Xu himself enduring the ordeal, he felt he would not be afraid at all. However, seeing his sister’s pale face, Song Xu couldn’t help but speak out in distress.

But the test had already begun and was not going to stop, and Song Xuyi had no time to listen to Song Xu’s words. She only felt as if her body was like a ball filled with internal force, aching all over…

She didn’t know how long it lasted; it felt like an instant yet like a long time. Finally, the two old women stopped the test. Song Xuyi no longer had the strength to stand, and as soon as the two old women stopped, she collapsed softly to the ground—

Song Xu hurriedly stepped forward to catch Song Xuyi’s falling body.

The two old women looked at Song Xuyi with some surprise in their eyes and leaned close to Fu Xiyu’s ear to say something. Fu Xiyu’s eyes flickered as she nodded, and finally, her gaze fell back on Song Xuyi: “I did not expect this little girl to have such excellent talent. Since that is the case, my Taiji Sect will naturally accept you into the sect.”

“You should first go down the mountain to say goodbye to your family,” Fu Xiyu’s gaze swept past Song Xu, as she took out a token and tossed it into Song Xuyi’s arms, then turned around with the two old women: “Return to the mountain gate in three days.”

Song Xu no longer cared about his own desire to join the Taiji Sect, focusing entirely on dissuading his sister’s intention. Furthermore, on the way down the mountain, Song Xu again met his wandering swordsman master, which made him even more reluctant to let Song Xuyi join the Taiji Sect: the matter of revenge could be handled by him; his lovable and sensible sister only needed to be protected by him, growing up safely and steadily…

However, his limited skills could not persuade Song Xuyi. He was even convinced by Song Xuyi’s reasoning, “The Demon Sect is strong, and the world is about to descend into chaos. I learn martial arts for self-preservation,” and finally agreed to let Song Xuyi join the Taiji Sect.

Over the next two days, Song Xuyi stayed with Song Xu at the wandering swordsman master’s bamboo house, buying a bunch of necessary living supplies. On the second night, Song Xuyi took off the peace lock from around her neck and handed it to Song Xu—

“Brother, this was mother’s gift to me for my sixth birthday. I’m afraid I might lose it if I take it into the Taiji Sect. You must keep it safe and not lose it.”

Song Xu, suspecting nothing else, nodded repeatedly.

Only Song Xuyi knew that this peace lock hid the Song Family Fortress’s biggest secret:

Even though the Demon Sect is powerful, when all the heroes of the world gather together, the Demon Sect is not a match for the Righteous Path. The reason the Righteous Path has always kept the Demon Sect around is because a certain sect leader of the Demon Sect was the most talented mechanism master, designing the world’s most easily defended and hardest-to-attack checkpoints according to the terrain. Inside the Demon Sect, the terrain is treacherous and filled with mechanism formations. Even people within the Demon Sect may not know all the mechanisms, and those unfamiliar with the terrain who enter will have no hope of returning.

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The people of the Demon Sect are cunning. Once they discover that the Righteous Path intends to annihilate the Demon Sect, they retreat into the Demon Sect’s lair for a long time without coming out, leaving the Righteous Path’s people gnashing their teeth in hatred, yet helpless.

Ten years ago, a group of brave warriors infiltrated the Demon Sect and, at the cost of many lives, drew a map of the Demon Sect. In the end, only three people escaped, and they copied three maps, sending them to different places.

Originally, the three people wanted to rally all the heroes under heaven to attack the Demon Sect, but somehow, before things even started, the plan was leaked, and the undercover agents suffered from the Demon Sect’s relentless pursuit. Among them, two copies of the map were already destroyed by the Demon Sect.

By coincidence, the Song Family Fortress received the third copy of the map.

The person who delivered the map was the original owner’s father’s close friend, and the relationship between the two families was extremely good. That person did not tell the original owner’s father that it was a map of the Demon Sect, only saying that the drawing was very important and would be retrieved later. However, not long after, that person’s entire family died in the Demon Sect’s encirclement and suppression.

The original owner’s mother always felt that this map was a disaster, persuading the original owner’s father to use light materials to copy the map once and place it into their daughter’s peace lock, then burn the original map.

But the Song Family did not escape the catastrophe; the Demon Sect still traced back to the Song Family.

This map is the key to the future encirclement of the Demon Sect, so Song Xuyi naturally did not dare to hand it over easily. However, Song Xuyi always felt there was something fishy about Fu Xiyu accepting her into the Taiji Sect. After some thought, Song Xuyi copied the map from inside the peace lock overnight, placed the copied map into a hollow hairpin, and gave the peace lock to Song Xu.

With foolproof preparations made, on the third day early in the morning, facing Song Xu’s reluctant gaze, Song Xuyi carried her baggage and headed to the Taiji Sect.

After showing the token that Fu Xiyu had given her, the gatekeeper let Song Xuyi into the mountain gate. Seeing that Song Xuyi was born cute and that the little girl carrying a large baggage looked extremely burdened, the gatekeeper commented: “You should go to the practice field to find Senior Sister Xiyu. The head of the Nayou Hall is injured, and recently, newcomer-related matters are being managed by Senior Sister Xiyu. She is teaching new disciples footwork.”

“Is Senior Sister Xiyu the sister I saw that day? She’s so majestic!” Song Xuyi, hearing the shouts from the practice field, thought the practice would not end anytime soon, so she stopped to chat with the gatekeeper, pretending to look at him with admiration: “Did she enter the sect at about the same age as me? After entering the sect, which master will I follow to learn martial arts? Will I be as majestic as her in the future?”

“Senior Sister Xiyu is the Sect Leader’s eldest disciple, extraordinarily talented, and naturally her status is remarkable—” Mentioning Fu Xiyu, the gatekeeper’s face was full of pride, but he didn’t know the answers to the remaining questions. Being just a half-grown youth, he felt a bit embarrassed at not being able to answer the newcomer’s questions. His eyes turned, glancing at Song Xuyi’s chubby, tender cheeks, and he hatched a plan—

“As for the remaining questions…” The gatekeeper prolonged his voice, looking at Song Xuyi’s cheeks: “Let me pinch your cheek, and if you let me do it, I’ll tell you!”

In his understanding, his younger sister at home most hates being pinched on the face, and the little girl definitely would not agree. If the little girl does not agree, he does not need to answer questions he cannot.

However, the little girl in front of him has an adult’s core inside her body. Even though Song Xuyi also hates being pinched on the face, she is an adult, and in the adult’s world, there is still the option of enduring humiliation for a greater cause.

Song Xuyi pressed her lips tightly, thought for a moment, then raised her head and, with a face of forbearance, extended her face to the gatekeeper: “You pinch!”

The gatekeeper was in a difficult position, not expecting this little girl to be completely different from the sister at home. To save face, the gatekeeper decided to find a random answer to fool the little girl…

“You said it!” The gatekeeper, feeling guilty, gave a dry cough and was just about to reach out to pinch Song Xuyi’s cheek when suddenly a cold voice sounded beside him—

“Xiaowu!”

The gatekeeper called Xiaowu by Fu Xiyu immediately withdrew his hand, standing straight by the door.

Fu Xiyu stood with her arms crossed at the side, and it was unclear how long she had been watching. Her expression remained as indifferent as ever. Seeing Song Xuyi looking over, Fu Xiyu extended her arm and picked up Song Xuyi’s bundle: “Little girl, you come with me.”

Here we go again…

The future big villain’s words, ‘little girl,’ sounded like a nightmare to Song Xuyi!

“Elder sister,” thinking that there might be many interactions with Fu Xiyu in the future, Song Xuyi couldn’t help but speak: “My name is Song Xuyi! Elder sister can call me ‘Xuyi’.”

However, Fu Xiyu, true to her name, is very sparing with words, and Song Xuyi does not know if she listened or not. Fu Xiyu, holding the bundle without a word, turned around and led Song Xuyi through the Taiji Sect—

The Taiji Sect is astonishingly large, leaving Song Xuyi dazzled. Fu Xiyu, with her tall stature and long legs, was not walking fast, but Song Xuyi, being a little dumpling now, still could not keep up with her pace. Despite trying hard to catch up, Song Xuyi was left far behind by Fu Xiyu.

Song Xuyi, panting heavily, followed behind Fu Xiyu. She still carried some adult’s burden in her heart and did not want to ask for help because of her short legs, especially since the person in front was the future big villain. Song Xuyi could only grit her teeth, staring at Fu Xiyu’s long legs, and kept rushing forward…

When they reached a fork in the path, Fu Xiyu suddenly stopped and turned around, as if she remembered something.

Song Xuyi froze, thinking Fu Xiyu had finally discovered her struggle and, relieved, she sped up her pace, but she did not notice Fu Xiyu’s indifferent gaze falling on her little face, which had turned red from running—

“I entered Taiji Sect at seven years old.”

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Panting, Song Xuyi ran up to Fu Xiyu, only to hear Fu Xiyu’s cold voice:

“Your talent is excellent, and your endurance is good too. After I reported to the Sect Leader, the Sect Leader decided to accept you as a disciple. You will become my junior sister.”

“As for whether you can be as majestic as I am,” facing Song Xuyi’s wide eyes, Fu Xiyu, with her slender, calloused fingers, gently pinched Song Xuyi’s red cheeks, then went a step further to scratch Song Xuyi’s chubby double chin. In her pitch-black eyes, like ripples, passed a trace of a clear smile—

“When I was young, I would never allow others to pinch my cheeks.”

“Little—Xuyi!”


The author has something to say:

At this time, Xiaofu: Such a little dumpling still wants to be as majestic as me?

At this time, Xuyi: Dog thief! Are you competing with a child? I’m not small!!!

Future Xiaofu (^_^): Come on! I allow you to use various ways to show off to me!

Future Xuyi (T_T): So angry! In some aspects, I really grew smaller than her… T_T


LP: Re-translated on October 01, 2024



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