Chapter 2. The Villain’s Dark History

Chapter 2. The Villain’s Dark History

Lin Nuo surveyed the petite white fox loli and became even more certain that he had undergone reincarnation.

This little loli was named Ruo’er, possessing the bloodline of a white fox but lacking talent, with incredibly low cultivation. Back then, Lin Nuo had brought her to the Xuanyun Sect to serve as his maid.

Ruo’er was one of the few who could tolerate him at the Xuanyun Sect.

Previously, Lin Nuo’s mindset was: I am the protagonist, I must ascend.

Yet, while his peers progressed in their cultivation, he remained stagnant, his abilities exactly the same as two years ago.

He felt anxious and irritable, but within the Xuanyun Sect, he was just a weak low-level disciple, merely cursing Ruo’er to vent his frustrations.

Over time, his notorious reputation spread throughout the Xuanyun Sect.

After being reborn, Lin Nuo didn’t find his past self to be scum.

That was trash.

A waste who could only vent his anger on a maid and could only rage ineffectively.

To blame the maid when he himself was useless, without reflection or searching for the cause, and to bully the weak—if not him, then who?

An excellent villain would reflect on their mistakes, not lash out randomly, let alone unleash their temper on someone weaker.

He slightly crouched down to pick up two buns lying by his feet.

Ruo’er anxiously exclaimed, “Young Master, I can bring it myself! Please don’t be angry! I’ll get breakfast for you right away!”

“How old are you?”

“Ah, Young Master, what do you mean by that?”

“Age.”

“Ruo’er just turned thirteen, Young Master.”

Thirteen-year-old loli, that’s right, it was five years ago.

“Not yet legal.”

“Ah, Young Master?”

Ruo’er was confused; the Young Master had just mentioned she was thirteen the day before, so why was he still asking? And what does “legal” mean?

Lin Nuo placed one bun on the plate, wiped the dust off the other with his clothing, and then tossed it into his mouth.

“Young Master, that’s dirty!”

“I’m off to cultivate.”

Lin Nuo didn’t blame Ruo’er; he slowly stood up, gnawing on the bun, and walked toward the corridor with his sword in hand.

Having survived on raw beasts in the past, now a fallen bun wasn’t anything.

Disciples along the corridor threw him puzzled glances.

“What’s up with him today?”

“Not sure; maybe he’s just putting on an act? He was scolding so fiercely just the day before.”

They were all very surprised; Lin Nuo’s reaction today was completely different from the past.

Lin Nuo came from the prestigious Lin family and had the temper of a young master. Previously, if Ruo’er made even one small mistake, he would scold her vehemently. He was pampered, and if food was dirty, he would definitely throw it away.

But now, when Ruo’er accidentally knocked over breakfast, he didn’t utter a single complaint; instead, he picked up the fallen bun and took a quick bite.

Extremely odd.

A disciple blocking the path in the middle of the corridor caught Lin Nuo’s attention.

Zhou Jianhu, a righteous person who upheld justice and loved to meddle in others’ affairs.

“Lin Nuo, I advise you to have some conscience. Although Ruo’er is your maid, she works diligently and endures your foul temper. You shouldn’t scold her harshly or threaten to send her back to the Lin family; that would hurt her feelings.”

“Get out of the way.”

Lin Nuo coldly spat out two words.

“If you don’t change your temper, you’re bound to suffer in the future; no one will put up with you.” Zhou Jianhu continued to plead earnestly.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

Lin Nuo’s sharp gaze swept past Zhou Jianhu like a razor’s edge, sending shivers down his spine.

There was a fierce killing intent in his eyes, causing Zhou Jianhu to shudder involuntarily.

Lin Nuo was a low-level disciple in the sect, unskilled and arrogant, without connections; no one feared him.

Yet, in that instant, Zhou Jianhu felt an inexplicable sense of fear due to Lin Nuo’s piercing gaze.

Zhou Jianhu stepped aside.

“Lin Nuo, you should mind your ways; there’s still time to change.”

“Ha.”

You, a useless saint, teaching me how to act? Doing-gooder, you’ll die from meddling, you know?

Last time, some Master with the surname Ma said something similar and ended up getting knocked down.

Lin Nuo ignored him again and continued munching on the bun as he walked.

He despised those self-righteous speeches that seemed lofty but were actually hypocritical and useless. During his years as a demon, he had seen countless capable people, deluded by their weakness and recklessness.

Passing through the corridor, he reached the exit of the dormitory and pushed the door open gently.

Outside was lush green water and mountains, serene and enchanting, with celestial clouds rising.

Tianling Mountain, a spiritually abundant immortal mountain, was the location of the Xuanyun Sect.

The morning sun shone brightly, and the fresh air wafted in. Disciple within the sect seized the early morning, racing against time, wielding their swords to practice Qi.

Lin Nuo scanned ahead at the disciples in white robes.

He didn’t find anyone with the surname Su.

Forget it; let’s first see what techniques he still had left.

Dressed in white, Lin Nuo appeared spirited, yet unbeknownst to others, his heart had long turned towards the path of demons.

“Senior Brother, pull the reins!”

“I’m busy enjoying myself! Quickly stop it! Ah!!”

Ahead, a loud shout rang out as a man fell off a galloping spirit horse, rolling several times.

Lin Nuo recognized the man who had tumbled from the horse.

Li Pu, infamous as Li Pujie; having just reached the fifth level of Spirit Realm, he began to interact with spirit beasts, attempting over ten varieties, all failing miserably.

At the Xuanyun Sect, once one reached the fifth level of Spirit Realm, they could practice the Binding Contract Technique. When a cultivator chooses a spirit beast, the spirit beast also chooses the cultivator. If their intentions align, a contract can be formed.

After completing the Binding Contract Technique, the spirit beast becomes a spiritual pet, which can easily be concealed, and its cultivation follows that of its master.

The Xuanyun Sect had numerous high-quality spirit beasts available for disciples to choose from. Generally, at the fifth level, one could find a suitable spirit beast within three attempts.

Li Pujie was quite experienced but rather special; after trying his luck for over ten times and failing, he was indeed a character.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Lin Nuo.

At the Xuanyun Sect, it was impossible for him to reach the fifth level of Spirit Realm.

As for the Binding Contract Technique—

Sorry, he did know how to use it.

Ahead was an ice mountain, where a silver-haired girl floated atop it.

Opposite her stood an elder clad in robes.

Both of them took action simultaneously, and a brilliant white light flashed from afar, while cold air surged through the valley.

“Senior Sister Shili can already combat Elder Yuan, how enviable!”

“The Frost Cold Sword truly lives up to its name; the mountain is turning to ice.”

“Senior Sister Shili is strong and beautiful, but she’s so cold; if only I could talk to her.”

Practicing disciples gazed toward the ice mountain, filled with admiration.

Qin Shili?

Lin Nuo also glanced over; she was his Second Martial Sister, an astonishingly talented ice mountain beauty who, at present, was probably around the seventh level of Spirit Realm.

What is the seventh level like? Among the peers, only a handful reached slightly over the fifth, making the seventh level comparable to that of the older generation.

However, she wasn’t the protagonist; the protagonist was someone with the surname Su, yet she was no slouch.

Amidst the crowd gazing up at Shili, some disciples spotted Lin Nuo passing by.

“Hey, isn’t that Lin Nuo? Why is he out for morning practice too?”

“That talent is of no use even if he practices. By the way, didn’t he present flowers to Senior Sister Shili yesterday? She didn’t even acknowledge him.”

“How could he dare pursue Senior Sister Shili with his level? Who gave him the courage?”

“Never mind his business; he dreams all day long; he’s the most embarrassing one from Han Fairy’s lineage.”

…

Lin Nuo began hearing various derogatory comments about himself.

It reminded him of indeed a certain dark history.

Back then, he admired Second Martial Sister Shili and even thought about pursuing her.

So what was the outcome? Could a talentless lick-spittle ever win over a goddess?

He was no protagonist, after all.