Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

Chapter 11: Ru Meng’er

Murong Lin was naturally aware of the alliance, and he instantly recalled who they were upon hearing the first prince’s words.

The alliance referred to the Ridge Fir Alliance, comprising of Yan and the few countries around it, each of varying strength and with Yan ranked in the middle. The emissary referred to the messenger bringing the news of the “Great Nanyue Wan Guo Tournament”.

There were tens of thousands of countries in Nanyue, and the mighty ten great sects led the matters of the entire continent. Aside from the ten great sects, there were dozens of sects that were considered to be quite strong, backed and worshipped by countless countries. The reason for the ten great sects’ strength was due to their ancestors that had gone through tribulations, and it wasn’t hard to imagine that each of these sects had bountiful resources and cultivation methods.

There wasn’t a single person that didn’t hope to enter one of the ten great sects, but due to their limited capacity for disciples, they would organise the “Great Nanyue Wan Guo Tournament” once every five years. Led by the ten great sects and supported by the other sects, people would attend in hopes of being selected as a disciple.

This tournament was the most prestigious tournament in the entire Nanyue continent.

And the last person from Yan that had succeeded in this tournament was from three hundred years ago, which meant that not a single person had successfully entered the Ten Great Sects in the past 60 tournaments.

The start of the next year marked the beginning of the “Nanyue Wan Guo tournament”, and that was why an emissary was sent from the alliance to inspect the situation of each country.

“This person was the emissary of the Alliance from Daling, Mr Huang Zhi Sheng.” The prime minister, Sheng Guo Gong, who stood next to Huang Zhi Sheng, spoke.

The crowd became excited as they shouted, “Greetings to senior Huang.”

Daling was one of the strongest countries in the Ridge Fir alliance, not only did they have two experts in the Cognizance realm, but they were also the country with a citizen that had entered one of the great sects as a disciple in the last 100 years.

And it was no longer strange that an emissary was at the Sky Reaching realm.

Huang Zhi Sheng had a calm smile, “Hahaha, I’m only here to look around at the pride of Yan. And seeing it for myself, you are all definitely extraordinary, I hope that each of you will be able to put in your utmost effort for the Ridge Fir Alliance in the coming tournament.”

“How kind of you, our disciples are still lacking.” Sheng Guo Gong spoke humbly as he followed him out.

And the atmosphere was still full of excitement despite their departure, with most of the people remaining in the area.

Murong Lin fiddled with his fan as he laughed, “I didn’t expect it to be an emissary from the alliance, what a lively turnout this year.”

“That’s right, that’s right, and here I was wondering who it was.” Ma Jian Chou cowered while he watched their leaving backs.

“Is the Highness, the third prince, here?” A servant of the Apricot Flower establishment knocked at the door to their room, stuttering, “Lady Ru Meng’er has invited you to her private room.”

Murong Lin’s eyebrow was raised, and the other four people present were shocked for a moment before they started snickering.

“Hahaha, Old Lin, you’re about to get lucky!”

“That’s right, your ten thousand taels of gold were spent well!”

“Hahaha, be more cautious tonight, you still have the morning court to attend tomorrow, don’t be late!”

Met with the snickering of the group, Murong Lin maintained his expression.

Ah, did the charm of a villain finally reveal itself?

Ah! Damn my charming manliness.

Waving his hand at the four, Murong Lin calmly followed the servant downstairs. After turning a few corners, he arrived in front of a room.

With a bow, the servant left.

Murong Lin stood in front of the door, and after stretching his waist, he knocked on the door.

“Lady Ru Meng’er, it is Murong Lin.”

“Please enter.” A clear voice rang out from within the room.

With a wide stride, Murong Lin closed the door behind him as he entered.

Turning around, he inspected the quiet surroundings. Aside from some wooden furniture and dark-coloured curtains, there was nothing else in the room. If anything, it didn’t seem like the residence of an oiran.

“Come here.” A voice came from the bed, and as Murong Lin walked closer, he could see Ru Meng’er, who was laying flat on the bed.

The entire bed was dark, it had a black bedsheet, quilt, and even the pillows were black.

Ru Meng’er laid on the bed, splayed out to resemble the character of “大”, as her eyes stared at the ceiling above her.

“That fast? Are we not even having a meal first?” Murong Lin mumbled.

“I’ll let you lay with me, and in return, you will help me kill Murong Tong.” Ru Meng’er’s cold voice rang out from the bed.

Murong Tong?

What a familiar name!

He had heard it somewhere before.

And it seemed to be pretty important to him.

Fuck!

The current emperor’s name was Murong Tong!

That was his cheap father!

Murong Lin’s eyes widened, his gaze fixated on Ru Meng’er, whose eyes were closing, as if he had seen a retard.

You’re letting me, the son, kill his own father? The emperor?

Was he the idiot, or was she the idiot? Did she think he was some sex-craved maniac?

“What are you waiting for?” Ru Meng’er spoke.

Her voice was cold, without a shred of emotion, resembling the words of a robot.

“Eh, take off your veil first, let me see.” Murong Lin spoke as he stared at her face.

And she took off her face veil.

A pale face was exposed to the eyes of Murong Lin.

She wasn’t very beautiful and her face was very pale, resembling a corpse.

Murong Lin stopped fanning himself as his eyes fixated on her.

“I am not very beautiful, but I am still a virgin.” Ru Meng’er closed her eyes again.

“Are you the illegitimate daughter of my imperial father?”

Staring at the woman with a similar appearance to his, he spoke slowly.

“Yes.”

Interesting.

He wasn’t sure at first, but he could feel the reaction of the Bloody Poison Insect within his acupoint, it was telling him that they were related by blood.

“The cult leader of the Blood Spirits is afraid?” Ru Meng’er spoke again.

Murong Lin’s spiritual power fluctuated as he threw his fan towards the bed, nailing it to the wall as it pierced through Ru Meng’er’s hair.

“Who told you that?”

Why would an oiran like herself know about his true identity?

Did he expose himself?

Or did someone tell her?

“I don’t know, someone left me a note. Judging from your reaction, it was right.”

Great!

Someone was using him!

And he even fell for it!

A savage look flashed past the depth of his eyes.

But what was the use of telling Ru Meng’er his identity?

Was he looking forward to the chaos of the Murong clan?

Murong Lin walked to the bedside, looking down at Ru Meng’er’s face.

“What can you give me?” He asked.

Since his identity was already exposed, there was much more benefit to working together rather than killing her and silencing her mouth.

“Everything, except for my resentment.”

“Good.” Murong Lin patted his bag of holding, taking out the book of the《Bloody Heaven Art》and tossing it to Ru Meng’er. Alongside the book, he also took out another bag of holding, filling it with cultivation resources as well as a token.

“Take it and start cultivating. This is a token of the Blood Spirits, you can use it to mobilize some helping hands. I want you to reach the Origin realm by next year, you may kill as many people as you want.” Murong Lin spoke calmly, “At the same time, I will bring the head of Murong Tong to you.”

Ru Meng’er had gotten up, seated on the bed, she stared at her brother who had the same father as she did and took the items.

“Okay.”

“If necessary, you can sacrifice the Blood Spirits.” Murong Lin smiled at her as he felt the Bloody Poisonous Insect in his acupoint.

Translator’s note

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