Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 184 She always asks for 20

Wen Chuyan sat in the room, the room he hadn't entered all day yesterday.

Fang Ziqi stood beside him, frowning as he watched.

He never expected that the sect leader would actually let Wen Chuyan bleed him, and Wen Chuyan actually obeyed.

"Sect Master, let it go," Fang Ziqi said, looking at Wen Chuyan's pale face.

He, Fang Ziqi, does not need to use other people's blood.

The sect leader gave him a reproachful look: "Ziqi, your injury needs to heal quickly. Chu Yan is one of our own, so there's no need to be shy."

Wen Chuyan stared at the wound, his face pale. A thin gash had been cut into his wrist, and blood was gushing out continuously.

He forced a smile at Fang Ziqi: "Junior brother, it's alright. I would have done the same for anyone else."

His purpose in this world is to help others and to eliminate the existence of demons.

The room was extremely quiet, and the smell of blood grew stronger. Wen Chuyan's fingertips trembled slightly in pain.

He lowered his eyes and forced himself to remain silent.

"But Sect Master, what will happen to the trial if Senior Brother is like this?" Fang Ziqi frowned.

He wants to win fair and square.

The sect leader looked at Wen Chuyan with confusion: "Isn't Chuyan just going through the motions? I specially chose the artifact for this trial that is suitable for Ziqi."

Fang Ziqi's eyes lit up with joy. He knew the sect leader was good to him, but he didn't expect him to be this good.

"Chu Yan, don't compete with your junior brother in this trial. It's a good time to rest and recuperate."

Fang Ziqi chimed in, "That's right, Senior Brother, you should get some rest."

Wen Chuyan listened to their conversation in silence, his voice slightly hoarse: "Sect Master, but you promised me before..."

The sect leader frowned deeply: "But this trial is different for Ziqi."

Wen Chuyan's heart sank. Sure enough, no matter what he did, the sect leader would never take him seriously.

Wen Chuyan remained silent. He had already promised to give her the golden token, and he couldn't go back on his word.

The moonlight is extremely dim tonight.

Wen Chuyan walked calmly towards his courtyard.

Wen Chuyan was taken aback when he saw the people guarding the door.

"Miss Song, why are you dressed so scantily?" Wen Chuyan quickly ran to Song Xianyin's side.

"It's been cold lately, and it just got cold again..."

"Oh dear, Wen Chuyan, why are you nagging again!"

Song Xianyin and Wen Chuyan walked into the courtyard together.

“Miss Song, you can come in next time. It’s too cold outside.” Wen Chuyan gently closed the window.

"How was the meal today? I found the chef from down the mountain."

He's been spending a lot of time cultivating lately, so there will be many things he can't take care of her for.

Wen Chuyan's eyes crinkled into a smile: "I saw many junior sisters going down the mountain to buy things. Miss Song, would you like to go down and buy something?"

He looked at Song Xianyin sitting on the couch and felt extremely warm inside.

Miss Song has such magic; as soon as he sees her, he no longer feels sad.

"Wen Chuyan, I have something very important to discuss with you." Song Xianyin looked at him with a serious expression.

Wen Chuyan placed the pastries beside her and responded softly, "Is it about the Golden Talisman?"

Song Xianyin pressed him aside and shook her head seriously.

Wen Chuyan's expression also turned serious: "Miss Song, are you feeling unwell?"

“It’s not these things, none of these matters.” Song Xianyin sighed.

At such a crucial moment, Wen Chuyan was completely clueless.

"Many people support Fang Ziqi. What about your close junior brothers and sisters? We must show our strength!"

Song Xianyin said in a very serious tone.

Let's give them a big boost!

But she didn't quite understand why Wen Chuyan, despite being so popular, had so few supporters.

"Haven't you helped a lot of people? Why don't they support you?"

Wen Chuyan smiled and said, "I didn't help them because I wanted their support, it's alright, Miss Song."

“That’s true, but isn’t this just a matter of social etiquette?” Song Xianyin said sullenly.

A few days ago, those junior brothers told them how good Wen Chuyan was to them, that he didn't even sleep in order to help them train, even though Wen Chuyan had no obligation to do so.

Wen Chuyan even went to a very far and dangerous place to help them collect herbs, and they even complained to her about that prescription.

The next second, they were all cheering and supporting Fang Ziqi.

Wen Chuyan tried to comfort Song Xianyin for a long time, but she didn't listen to a word he said.

She's trying to morally blackmail them.

What a hypocritical bunch! In public, they say they'll always stand by Wen Chuyan's side, but behind his back, they're on Fang Ziqi's side.

Song Xianyin stared at Wen Chuyan's face and suddenly said, "You've helped them so much, aren't you angry that they're on Fang Ziqi's side?"

Wen Chuyan had a feeling that Song Xianyin was angry, but he still nodded hesitantly.

He never expected anything in return.

Moreover, he has become accustomed to not being chosen...

"You're so magnanimous. Well then, I won't take your side anymore. I'll support Fang Ziqi too."

Upon hearing this, Wen Chuyan's face immediately turned pale, and he stared at her blankly.

Song Xianyin avoided his gaze; she really couldn't understand him.

"Anyway, you gave it to Fang Ziqi. You even said before that it was your lifelong wish."

Wen Chuyan's voice was extremely hoarse: "I didn't let..."

"What about the vote? Aren't all the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect supposed to vote? They won't vote for you."

Why?

Why should they stand on Fang Ziqi's side and expect Wen Chuyan to help them with this and that?

Looking at Wen Chuyan's heartbroken face, Song Xianyin said coldly, "Why that expression? Aren't you a good person?"

Looking at Song Xianyin's indifferent expression, Wen Chuyan felt a pain in his heart that made it hard to breathe.

His head rested on her knees, his shoulders trembling slightly, and his voice trembled with a sob: "Ayin, don't be angry, okay?"

He knew the sect leader didn't like him, and he also knew that the disciples had been using him, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with that; it was their freedom.

But hearing her say those words, his heart ached as if it had been hollowed out.

Song Xianyin grabbed his still bleeding hand and looked steadily into his eyes: "Your sect leader isn't a good person either, and those junior brothers are even worse."

Wen Chuyan pressed his face against her hand, tears streaming down his face: "Ayin, please don't take his side, okay? It really hurts me."

The things the sect leader did were no longer a big deal to Wen Chuyan at this point.

Song Xianyin choked up, and she comforted her, "Okay, I won't say those things anymore, but you can't let them bully you anymore, and don't help them cultivate tomorrow either."

Wen Chuyan looked at her with teary eyes: "Ayin, do you hate me?"

Song Xianyin sighed; he really hadn't listened to a word she said.

"No, I don't hate you at all, I just feel sorry for you."

She thought she had already squeezed Wen Chuyan dry, but she didn't expect that the others in the Heavenly Sword Sect would almost crush Wen Chuyan into dust.

Wen Chuyan leaned against her knees, holding her hand tightly, and choked out, "I understand."

I'm so tired today, but also so happy. He and Ah Yin were so close today.