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

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Just wanting to live well yet surpassing the protagonist – 06 Qin Family

Ye Yong didn’t know what his mother and the elders were thinking, but for now, he set three goals for himself. First, to sever any potential ties with the protagonist. Second, to treat Wu Xue, the incoming Valkyrie, with kindness. Third, to diligently cultivate.

Following Lin Wei to the study, this young elder quickly wrote the annulment letter and stamped it with the Ye family seal. She wanted to arrange several strong guards to accompany Ye Yong, but he refused.

He was going to deliver an annulment, not to fight. Even if he threw the annulment letter in the face of the Qin family head, they wouldn’t dare do anything to Ye Yong. Besides delivering the annulment to the Qin family, he also planned to visit the nearby Chengying City.

As a man determined to thwart the protagonist, he had decided to visit a very ordinary weapon shop and buy a piece of ‘junk metal’ utterly useless. He didn’t want a group of bodyguards following him; it would be too uncomfortable.

“Then be careful on your own,” Lin Wei said, feeling unfamiliar with Ye Yong’s change but more so happy, as if a child had suddenly grown up overnight, no longer throwing tantrums.

“Got it, elder.” Ye Yong carefully put away the annulment letter, storing it in his storage ring.

After Ye Yong left, Lin Wei still arranged for a few people to secretly protect him.

Despite being within the great Zhou Dynasty, it was impossible for anything to happen to Ye Yong, but who made her the protective mother fearing even a single hair on her son’s head might be harmed?

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After boarding the flying horse carriage, Ye Yong looked down from the sky, unable to encompass the entire Ye family’s land.

The Ye family was situated on a spiritual vein, rich in spiritual energy, with a history of over ten thousand years, and even connected to the great sects. Wealthy enough to make smaller sects depend on them, they were truly nobility.

Only a fool would oppose the protagonist and court death. Isn’t it better to enjoy the life of a wealthy and handsome man?

But speaking of which, a Foundation Building cultivator…

Ye Yong looked at his hands. Since his transmigration, he had always been paving the way for his future, never really feeling the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person.

Starting from the late stage of Foundation Building, he could already use a bit of spiritual sense. Although weak, introspection was not a problem. Ye Yong carefully felt what spiritual sense was, and soon discovered that even with his eyes closed, he could still see his surroundings, albeit only within a radius of about 5 meters. He could see through the carriage and noticed the driver, a Crystal cultivator, picking his nose.

The driver, feeling his young master’s spiritual sense on him, quickly stopped his action.

After reaching the late stage of Foundation Building, cultivators basically don’t need to eat, and their bodies won’t produce impurities, not even boogers. The driver’s nose was itchy because of the elegant long mane of the flying horse in front.

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Ye Yong paid no heed to the coachman, observing the surroundings of the carriage before retracting his consciousness and introspecting his own body.

More powerful than an X-ray, he could see every organ and vessel within him, like a living anatomical chart—frankly, it was quite nauseating. Ye Yong had yet to spot anything like meridians; perhaps he had seen them but failed to recognize them.

No matter how many novels Ye Yong read, he had never truly cultivated immortality. He felt there was much fundamental knowledge he needed to urgently learn, and learn in secret, lest his mother and the elders at home discover.

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Currently, the human territories are divided into kingdoms and empires. Kingdoms are countries of varying sizes, while empires reign supreme over them, akin to great sects, with kingdoms being the smaller sects and schools.

Chengying City, as a direct territory of the Great Zhou Empire, surpassed many countries in scale. It was one of the three major cities of the empire. From the sky, a vast expanse of buildings and teeming crowds, towering walls, and sprawling areas stretched from east to west. At the current height of the flying horse carriage, Ye Yong could not yet see the end.

The Ye family resided to the east of Chengying City, while the Qin family was to the south. Both were renowned cultivating families of the Great Zhou Empire, though the Ye family’s heritage was evidently more profound than the Qin’s.

After admiring the scenery for a while, Ye Yong chatted with the system, inquiring about a newbie gift pack. Displeased with the negative response, he sulked for quite some time. In the end, he consoled himself with the thought that being wealthy and handsome was a gift pack in itself. After all, if he had started as a bandit, Ye Yong felt he would have cried for a long time.

There were other small cities and even countries near Chengying City, which Ye Yong hardly noticed. The flying horse carriage began its descent after nearly half an hour, and lifting the carriage curtain, Ye Yong saw they had arrived at the Qin residence, nearly as splendid as the Ye’s but on a smaller scale.

The carriage landed in the Qin family’s courtyard. Dressed in fine clothes, with flowing black hair and a tall stature, Ye Yong stepped out and immediately felt many burning gazes upon him.

Looking around, they were all young women.

Ye Yong’s confidence swelled, though not excessively. Even before his soul transmigration, he had a decent appearance—not stunning enough to captivate, but still liked by many female classmates during his school days.

To Ye Yong now, this appearance was merely icing on the cake.

Among these women were servants and young ladies, completely unlike those at the Ye residence, who reacted to him as if seeing a ghost. In other words, Ye Yong’s external work was well done, his disguise impeccable. The outside world was utterly unaware of his brutal nature.

“Young Master Ye! Miss Qin is currently comprehending the sword in the back mountain. Would you please wait in the guest room for a moment? I shall inform her,” a middle-aged man with the demeanor of a steward greeted him with a smile.

Ye Yong did not recognize him but guessed he must be one of the Qin family lackeys he had bought: “No need, I’ll go see her myself.”

Although it was rude to disturb someone during their sword comprehension, who knew if Qin Shimei, hearing of his arrival, might deliberately delay? If she took several days, was Ye Yong expected to wait that long?

Ye Yong knew well that Qin Shimei detested him. Just as he had bought some of the Qin family’s lackeys to keep an eye on her, Qin Shimei had also bribed servants from the Ye family to inquire about Ye Yong.

Qin Shimei had no desire to marry so soon and initially sought to find out what Ye Yong disliked to provoke his aversion. However, each servant praised their young master, avoiding direct answers, until a slightly bolder young manservant stuttered out the atrocities Ye Yong committed within the family. Qin Shimei was naturally outraged upon hearing this. Moreover, the servant who told her the truth disappeared on the fifth day, clearly silenced, which only intensified her loathing for Ye Yong, the hypocrite with a facade, and her heart was filled with immense resistance.

Ye Yong had to take the blame for ‘Ye Yong,’ but there was nothing he could do about it.

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Moreover, whether Qin Shimeng dislikes him or not is of little concern to Ye Yong, for he has decided to sever this tie and avoid any contact with the protagonist.

The lackey, bought and paid for, heard that Ye Yong would seek out Qin Shimeng directly. Without much ado, he nodded and bowed, leading the way ahead.

Even the Qin family elders here would not object. After all, they all agree with the marriage alliance with the Ye family, for the Ye family is more powerful than the Qin, and Ye Yong’s future is boundless.

Having brought Ye Yong to the back mountain, the nameless lackey left.

Ye Yong straightened his clothes and hair, cleared his throat, and stepped into the back mountain.

This back mountain is but a small hill among the many of the Qin family, designated to her for its proximity to Qin Shimeng’s boudoir.

Besides cultivating her realm, Qin Shimeng would occasionally come to the back mountain to meditate on the sword and comprehend the essence of swordsmanship.

There is a small stone path on the back mountain, and Ye Yong was not at risk of getting lost. Reaching the summit, he saw from afar a woman in red, with a graceful figure, sitting cross-legged on the ground, a treasured sword laid out before her.

Hearing footsteps, Qin Shimeng did not open her eyes. She knew who would come to disturb her during her sword meditation without even thinking.

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