Qin Chuan had gained far more than he expected today, and he had also taken another step closer to Shen Qingyuan. He hummed a tune happily as he returned to his residence.
The moment he entered his room, the innocent little disciple façade vanished. Leaning back in his chair, a dark glint flickered in his eyes.
“I have to participate in the inner sect competition.”
He didn’t read many novels, but he still understood very clearly that whether it was a male-oriented novel or a female-oriented novel, an inner sect competition was always an important plot point. Even without Master’s reminder, he would participate.
“Perfect. I’ll also get to see the female lead. I can test whether I can kill her. If I can’t, then I’ll kill a few of her simp backers and test whether my guess is correct.”
Qin Chuan closed his eyes and went over his several guesses again. He planned to refine them once the plot arrived. Then, he took out the storage pouch Shen Qingyuan had given him.
“Inner armor… armor that can at least withstand attacks from a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. Master…” Qin Chuan felt deeply moved, and he quickly put it on. The pouch also contained pills—all for early Core Formation Realm cultivators.
“Master treats me so well… I must properly ‘repay’ her. After all… I should give Master a few children in the future.” Qin Chuan had already decided how to ‘repay’ Shen Qingyuan.
After a while, he finished checking the contents of the pouch and took out a Gold Essence Pill to stabilize his cultivation.
Just as he was about to swallow it, a ringing sound echoed in his mind—ding. The plot had arrived early. The pill would have to wait.
“Qiuqiu is that efficient?” Qin Chuan opened the plot Qiuqiu had sent. A loud buzzing filled his mind as a vast amount of plot unfolded.
The very first line was Qiuqiu’s message: Qin Chuan, the plot came early! Surprised? Unexpected? Hehe, work hard! I believe you can kill the Heavenly Dao.
Qin Chuan couldn’t help but smile slightly. Perhaps it was the sincere blessing from a friend of the mother planet that touched him.
He then carefully read the plot. Because Qiuqiu had come late, the plot had already progressed a little—no big deal.
At this point, the female lead had already saved the protagonist by coincidence and even flirted with him. Qin Chuan endured the stupidity and disgust, reading everything carefully and memorizing useful details.
Soon, he reached a small climax—the inner sect competition.
After Gu Xiran reincarnated, she became the disciple of the Tranquil Void Sect Master. She had an invincible sword cultivator Senior Brother, a genius alchemist Second Senior Brother, and a formation genius Third Senior Brother. These three would take first place in the combat, alchemy, and formation competitions respectively and each give Gu Xiran a gold finger.
“First place in combat and formation… I can steal those easily. As for alchemy…” In a flash, Qin Chuan found a solution—one that would also let him test his hypothesis.
Qin Chuan was not only a sword cultivator but also a formation cultivator. His formation talent was so monstrous that even the formation grandmaster elder of the sect had tried multiple times to snatch him away from Shen Qingyuan despite her vastly higher cultivation and seniority.
But because Qin Chuan refused to leave her, the elder eventually gave up. Before leaving, he gave Qin Chuan his entire lifetime of formation comprehension and told him to ask anytime if he didn’t understand something.
Qin Chuan read through the inner sect competition plot twice with full focus, then revealed a gentle smile—he was going to ruin the female lead and her supporting male characters.
As he continued, the plot turned into endless, repetitive face-slapping scenes where the protagonist and female lead pretended to morally condemn their enemies instead of killing them, as if scolding someone could reduce their flesh.
He skimmed much more quickly, remembering only key events. After all, once the inner sect competition happened, everything afterward would collapse beyond recognition because of him—even the author of the original novel wouldn’t be able to spoil what came next.
But halfway through, he froze.
His Master’s name appeared.
Suppressing a rising unease, Qin Chuan quickly finished reading the second half. His expression worsened with every line, and his rage found nowhere to vent.
“Damn it. The female lead deserves to die! The protagonist deserves to die! The entire Tranquil Void Sect deserves to die!!!”
The angrier he became, the calmer his mind grew.
His earlier plans for dealing with the protagonist, the female lead, and her simp entourage suddenly felt far too merciful.
What infuriated him was that in the novel’s plot, Shen Qingyuan was the big villain. She was eventually killed by the protagonist and female lead—brutally.
Even her blood and flesh were used to nourish their tribulation ascension so they could become immortals. Afterward, they lived happily ever after, surrounded by a group of simps giving their blessings.
And the Tranquil Void Sect?
Ungrateful, vile, shameless. They actually groveled at the feet of demonic beasts.
On the Origin Spirit Continent, demonic beasts and humans were mortal enemies. Every five hundred years, demonic beasts waged war on humanity. They enjoyed eating humans and used them as ingredients.
When Qin Chuan had first transmigrated, he had been turned into a medicine human by a demonic beast. He had witnessed demonic beasts eating human children alive. Later, he learned such scenes were common across the continent.
The Tranquil Void Sect actually colluded with demonic beasts. They were a disgrace to the human race. They all deserved death.
Qin Chuan was furious not only for Shen Qingyuan but also for humanity. Demonic beasts slaughtered and devoured his kind—yet the female lead and the Tranquil Void Sect wanted cooperation and coexistence?
Those who are not of my race cannot be trusted.
Demonic beasts eating humans was in their very nature. Expecting peace from them was like expecting a dog to stop eating excrement. He didn’t dare imagine how many humans would die under such so-called peace.
He wasn’t a saint, nor was he a good person. But he was human. How could he possibly watch humans treated as food without feeling enraged?
Fury. Boundless fury. His desire to kill the female lead and exterminate the Tranquil Void Sect’s master bloodline surged even stronger.
He suppressed the violent emotions and reread the parts involving Shen Qingyuan. Very quickly, he found inconsistencies.
“Master possesses the Jade Immaculate Physique. How could she possibly fall into demonic deviation?”
The Jade Immaculate Physique was born for cultivation. On the path of cultivation, it generated no heart demons.
“And Master killing mortals and drinking their blood? Absolutely impossible!”
In the plot, it was Gu Xiran’s alchemist Second Senior Brother, Xie An, who accused Shen Qingyuan of slaughtering mortals. In that instant, Qin Chuan understood—it was framing.
This brainless romance novel actually discarded even basic morality. Those mortals only lost their lives, and Master only lost her reputation—but the female lead must never lose her love. Love was more important.
Qin Chuan forced down his rage and continued analyzing the plot.
Master’s eventual so-called demonic deviation was also clearly a setup. The protagonist and female lead wanted to ascend to immortality. Wouldn’t the Heavenly Dao—practically their mother—prepare a tribulation gift? Master was that gift. She was arranged as their stepping stone.
In Qin Chuan’s heart, murderous resolve surged.
He was already planning how to cut down the Heavenly Dao. If it dared lay a finger on his wife, even the Heavenly Dao deserved to die.
After reading the plot another three times and memorizing all key points, he set it aside and swallowed the Gold Essence Pill to cultivate.
Nothing mattered more than cultivation. Strength was the foundation for everything he planned. Without absolute power, even the best schemes were jokes.
Time passed like a fleeting shadow. One month went by in an instant. With the help of the pill, Qin Chuan’s cultivation had fully stabilized. He stood up, exhaled slowly, and his gaze filled with killing intent.
“Time to kill. But before that, I should visit Master.”