“This is quite common,” Wei Sheng pursed his lips. “The ‘Sword Bone’ is something many people dream of but rarely obtain. It appears in many storybooks, but I’m surprised you have time to read those?”
Yun Ji was stunned.
She felt Wei Sheng was talking about something completely different from what she meant.
“I was referring to that time when that guy named Feng came over and called me despicable…”
Before she could finish, all four people present immediately changed their expressions.
Shen Yinshuo sharply interrupted her: “Stop! The foul language from his mouth completely slanders the true meaning of ‘Sword Bone’. I can’t control how despicable those people are, but you’re not allowed to belittle yourself like that!”
When Shen Yinshuo became stern, he really resembled a head teacher.
…It felt like the teaching whip was about to strike any second.
Recalling her fear of being controlled by head teachers, Yun Ji became obedient.
She fell silent, looking somewhat panicked.
Wei Sheng was originally angry with Yun Ji, but seeing her like this, he redirected his resentment toward Shen Yinshuo: “Why are you being fierce with her?” Just because you can talk? She didn’t know about these things!”
“That’s right, that’s right. This brother is really fierce, so scary.” Lu Xing still appeared shy, hiding behind Yun Ji and nodding vigorously.
Lin Shu felt it would be unsociable not to speak, so he also nodded and said gently: “We should speak properly… bad guys use actions instead of words…”
Shen Yinshuo didn’t expect his words would nearly make Yun Ji cry, and his expression stiffened momentarily.
After all, Yun Ji was someone who could calmly braid hair while holding a human head!
“Don’t blame Shuo Shuo, don’t blame Shuo Shuo.” Yun Ji quickly said: “I was just reminded of some unhappy things.”She chuckled nonchalantly: ‘And I would never unduly humble myself.'” Whoever is despicable definitely can’t be me. I just remembered reading in a storybook that mentioned ‘Despicable bone’ being some kind of curse. The protagonist in the story went through great efforts to remove this curse.”
“Pure nonsense,” Wei Sheng said. “The Sword Bone is an innate talent people are born with. No one is born despicable. That’s just a derogatory term they use to look down on people.”
Shen Yinshuo lowered his gaze: “But people are indeed divided into different classes. Sometimes no matter how hard you try, you can never catch up to those who were born having everything.”
Wei Sheng didn’t really want to respond to this, only glancing at him from the corner of his eye.
Lu Xing, unrelated to the matter, lowered his head and bit his finger.
Lin Shu, trying to fit in, asked Shen Yinshuo: “Are you talking about yourself?”
Shen Yinshuo curled his lips but without much smile: “I am indeed the one who has to work hard.”
“So what?” Yun Ji disagreed. “If Shuo Shuo wasn’t capable, he wouldn’t have been nailed here to be tortured, right? They’re just jealous of you because they can’t match you, which is why they want to torture you and take your blood and essence?”
“If you can’t compare with others, then don’t. Comparing with yourself is also impressive. Being able to push yourself to your limits is an achievement many people can never reach.”
She even patted her own chest: “Look at me—no one had high hopes for me, but I proved them wrong. I overcame numerous difficulties through my own efforts, got into university, and then ended up in prison—”
Her head immediately drooped.
It was better not to mention it—thinking about this made her feel terrible.
Who could understand her? She hadn’t even attended university for two days before getting into a car accident. Then she opened her eyes only to find herself in a Death Row Prison! Poisoned all over and unable to speak, she was even going to be struck by lightning in three months!
“What’s a university?” Lu Xing asked curiously.
Yun Ji mumbled: “It’s a kind of school…”
“And what’s a school?” Lu Xing grew even more curious.
Yun Ji frowned, looking utterly perplexed.
Shen Yinshuo and Wei Sheng were already accustomed to Yun Ji’s occasional strange words.
Wei Sheng snorted: “Why are you getting so downhearted? Don’t worry, with me—with me here, I won’t let you be sent to suffer the lightning punishment. I have many subordinates outside. As long as we can contact them, there will be a way to rescue you.”
Shen Yinshuo’s gloomy mood was soothed by Yun Ji’s few words. Unable to bear seeing Yun Ji so dejected, he quickly changed the subject: “Wei Sheng was right earlier. That storybook you were reading is complete nonsense. You should forget about it. Instead of wasting time on that, you’d be better off meditating properly.”
Mentioning the novel revived Yun Ji’s spirits. She continued: “By the way, that book also had four extremely evil villains. One of them was somewhat similar to Lu Xing!”
“What’s a villain?” Lin Shu hurriedly asked.
Lu Xing shyly peeked out from behind Yun Ji: “They’re bad guys, the kind who usually get defeated by the protagonist.”
Wei Sheng became interested. When he read stories, he’d always been more drawn to the villains. “What kind of people were they?”
Yun Ji had skimmed through the book so quickly she’d even forgotten the protagonist’s name, only recalling that the protagonist’s surname seemed to be Feng.
Fortunately, the ending described the fates of the four major villains, so she still had some impressions: “One was a Demon Lord who killed anyone he saw—completely insane, going on killing sprees whenever he picked up his sword.”
A Demon Lord?
Wei Sheng hadn’t expected Yun Ji’s first villain to be a Demon Lord. He immediately frowned:
“How could a Demon Lord be like that! A real Demon Lord would only protect the demon tribe and live his own life! This villain actually slanders the reputation of Demon Lords—he deserves to die! Don’t let me encounter that guy, or I’ll definitely kill him!”
“He’s a character in a book, you’ll never meet him,” Yun Ji retorted before continuing: “Another was a vicious and cruel Poison Cultivator who killed countless people. He took pleasure in collecting young boys and girls and refining them, even turning himself into deadly poison—a complete pervert.”
Lin Shu let out a frightened “Eek!”, her gentle voice filled with disgust: “That’s too terrifying! So evil and disgusting! Could it be written by someone who hates Poison Cultivators again? Did I offend someone…?”
Yun Ji: “Another was a Sword cultivator who went berserk, slaughtering his entire sect without sparing even the children.”
Shen Yinshuo said coldly: “Such evil scum deserves to die! Their very existence is trash!”
Yun Ji looked at Lu Xing: “The last one was somewhat similar to Lu Xing—both impervious to water and fire, immune to blades and spears. But he was an Evil Ghost who specifically ate people to increase his cultivation, and he particularly enjoyed eating children.”
Lu Xing made a strange expression, opening his mouth then closing it again.
Seeing everyone staring at him, he quickly said: “It’s not me! I don’t eat children!”
Then he looked at Yun Ji: “Sister Yun, who wrote this storybook? Such a detestable villain must have been chopped to pieces by the protagonist, right!”
Yun Ji couldn’t quite remember this part: “I think one of them did get chopped up…”
Wei Sheng sneezed.
The crowd that followed expressed their profound condemnation of these four villains.
When they heard Yun Ji mention that the protagonist’s surname was Feng, their curses grew even fiercer.
All four of them harbored a deep-seated hatred for anyone with the surname Feng.
This was also completely different from the book, where aside from the antagonists who despised the protagonist, everyone else held him in high esteem.
But Wei Sheng and the others didn’t seem like antagonists at all.
Looking at it this way, although some parts coincidentally aligned with the book’s content, she probably hadn’t transmigrated into a novel.
That was just as well—transmigrating into a cannon fodder character in a power fantasy novel was no good fortune. She had no desire to become the protagonist’s enemy, let alone be casually slaughtered by him as experience points.
She breathed a sigh of relief, lay down, and patted her stomach:
“Has the Guard not returned yet? If he doesn’t come back soon, I’m going to starve to death again!”