I Just Wanted To Live but I Somehow Became Better Than the Protagonist

Concealing his cultivation already made him appear weaker than he was, and wielding a “mundane” shovel—who could resist being fooled?

In the chaos of battle, where life and death hung by a thread, if you were careless and relaxed, well, you’d have to be more cautious in your next life!

The crystalline demon cultivator stared in horror at his shattered hands, wanting to flee, but it was too late; Dragon Tian struck him down with a single blow of the shovel.

“You can’t kill me! I am—!”

Before he could finish, Dragon Tian brought the shovel down, severing the head, eyes wide open, death refusing to close them.

He probably couldn’t fathom how, with over a hundred beasts and more than a dozen cultivators, they couldn’t handle a mere fledgling brat.

Not only the dead man couldn’t comprehend, but even those watching, waiting for their leader to capture Dragon Tian, were stunned for a moment before someone finally reacted: “The captain is dead! Run!”

“Once you’re here, don’t think of running. Did you really believe I led you in circles just to whittle down the beasts for fun?” Dragon Tian was crystalline, while the remaining demon cultivators were all foundational; he was like a wolf among sheep, killing as if mowing grass.

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Let me see.

After dealing with the remaining foundational cultivators and beasts, Dragon Tian began to clean the battlefield. Although most demon cultivators were quite poor, there was one lavishly dressed fellow whose storage ring contained quite a fortune: a dozen spirit plants, a hundred low-grade spirit stones, over ten mid-grade spirit stones, and a profound-grade third-tier spear—resources even more abundant than that headless crystalline demon cultivator. Clearly, he was a young master of some power within the demon sect.

Just shy of stripping them bare, Dragon Tian collected all the valuables. He hadn’t expected that in his quest to bring a glimmer of hope to the villagers of Bu Liu, he would acquire so much. Good deeds do bring good rewards.

Satisfied, he left the valley.

On the way back, Dragon Tian occasionally spotted the corpses of fallen beasts, being devoured by wild animals.

The flesh of demon beasts was not beneficial to normal creatures like that of spirit beasts; demon meat carried a demonic essence. Consuming large amounts of demon flesh could easily taint even cultivators with demonic energy. As for those ordinary beasts that feasted on the flesh, they either became frenzied and slaughtered each other to death or simply dropped dead on the spot.

After spending considerable time circling around, seizing the opportunity to slay over a hundred beasts, Long Tian was utterly exhausted, his mind too weary to deal with the multitude of corpses. He had no intention of cleaning up. The Demon Sect had ravaged several mortal villages; it wouldn’t be long before cultivators arrived to investigate. They would naturally follow the traces of battle and resolve the aftermath.

Using a talisman, he contacted the village chief of Liu Village, informing him that the crisis had been averted and inquiring about their whereabouts, intending to escort them back shortly.

Long Tian only wished to swiftly arrange Liu Bo’s funeral, gather more resources, and then return to Tian Luo Sect for a proper retreat to cultivate.

He could not let Liu Bo’s vengeance go unpunished; he swore to grow stronger, to make Bai Song pay a heavy price.

In the distance, at Tian Luo Sect, on the Sword Hiding Peak, Bai Song, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. An unsettling feeling gnawed at him, reminiscent of the moment he received the news of his cousin Bai Gui’s death.

“Long Tian, this time I’ve sent four crystallized assassins after you; you are undoubtedly doomed.” Bai Song snorted coldly and closed his eyes once more, unaware that the four crystallized assassins he spoke of had already met their end.

—Great Zhou Dynasty;

The night was deep. Ye Yong scratched his face, uncertain of what Qin Shi Meng intended to do. Two hours had passed since dinner, and Qin Shi Meng showed no signs of leaving, currently seated in the hall, engrossed in sword techniques.

It was now 10 PM. A lone man and a solitary woman alone in a room; even if nothing happened, it wouldn’t reflect well on their reputations.

“Um, Shi Meng. It’s getting late; aren’t you going back?” Ye Yong asked cautiously.

Qin Shi Meng set down the book in her hands and looked at Ye Yong. “Not particularly. I’d rather stay here to study the sword techniques. If I encounter anything I don’t understand, I can ask you directly. If anyone inquires, you can say I left through the secret passage. But only if you don’t mind me staying.”

“……” Ye Yong fell silent.

Was she planning to keep watch, to prevent him from having a rendezvous with a beauty at night?

Regardless, it was clear that the misunderstanding from his previous close encounter with Zhou Yunqi had stirred jealousy in the Empress Qin, prompting her to stay the night for reassurance.

“If you wish to stay, that’s certainly fine.” Ye Yong thought this was no different from a little lamb wandering into the wolf’s den; in fact, he welcomed it wholeheartedly.

“Is the sword technique you’re studying the one given by Senior An?” Ye Yong began to press forward.

“Indeed.” Qin Shi Meng, unaware of what was to come, answered earnestly, “The Heavenly Grade Ice Heart Sword Technique. Thanks to you, I can already comprehend the opening section, but the later parts are still quite difficult for me.”

“Oh? Let me take a look?”

Qin Shi Meng handed over the sword technique, a treasure that would incite bloodshed if exposed to the outside world. To give it so freely to Ye Yong showed her complete trust, without a hint of reservation.

Ye Yong did not take it, merely shaking his head.

Qin Shidream felt a flicker of confusion. “You wish for me to read it aloud for you?”

Ye Yong shook his head once more, then turned his gaze elsewhere, patting his thigh.

Qin Shidream quickly grasped the implication, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She bit her lower lip, hesitating, caught in a web of uncertainty. Yet, it was not long before she trembled to her feet, stepping toward Ye Yong, and then sank down beside him.

One could only commend the Empress Qin; once resolved, she acted without a word wasted.

Though Ye Yong had previously entertained the notion of telling stories to Wu Xue, she was but a sweet little thing, slightly delayed in her development. Qin Shidream, however, was the epitome of a mature woman, her figure ample where it mattered, never lacking in substance.

Feeling the warmth of her thigh and the fragrance that enveloped the Empress, Ye Yong found his mouth dry, yet he refrained from any overt actions. Instead, he gently cradled Qin Shidream’s hands from behind, opening the sword technique scroll to reveal its contents.

Ye Yong’s breath brushed against her ear, the warmth enveloping Qin Shidream, igniting a fire within her. Her thoughts drifted far away, no longer tethered to the scroll.

The hall was alive with the subtle ripples of youthful flirtation. Ye Yong caressed Qin Shidream’s delicate hand, and she remained still, suppressing her breath to avoid sounding too eager.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, unabashedly inhaling the scent of her hair. Qin Shidream’s body tensed, her breath quickening beyond her control.

“I truly adore your scent.”