Today, The Villain Couple is Settling Scores Again

Yuqing Sect was located on the top of the mountains.

Jian Huan set off before dawn and only reached the mountain gate in the afternoon.

Thanks to her month-long journey through mountains and rivers, Jian Huan’s physical strength had improved significantly. Despite carrying a large bag, she climbed for most of the day without feeling too tired.

There were five long queues in front of the gate, consisting of young people from various places who had come to participate in the apprentice recruitment conference.

Jian Huan tiptoed and observed for a moment, noticing that one group was particularly large, and most of them were girls.

She retracted her gaze and struck up a conversation with someone nearby who looked pleasing to the eye. “Excuse me, Daoyou, can you tell me about the process of this apprentice recruitment conference?”

E/N: Daoyou is a respectful term that refers to a fellow practitioner or cultivator of the Dao.

The original book mentioned the apprentice recruitment conference, but only briefly, without providing any details.

In Jian Huan’s plan, obtaining the divorce money from Shen Jizhi and joining the Yuqing Sect for cultivation were equally important.

The original host had cultivated in the demon clan, which Jian Huan didn’t want to go to.

The Yuqing Sect was the top sect in the cultivation world, offering a wide range of disciplines. Sword cultivation was their flagship specialty, but others were also not lacking.

In short, the Yuqing Sect was like the Tsinghua University of this cultivation world.

If she could get in, Jian Huan would naturally want to attend Tsinghua.

Gong Feihong, a pleasing young man, was delighted when she took the initiative to talk to him.

He thought that Jian Huan must have been attracted by his handsome appearance, so he appeared very enthusiastic. “You line up first. When it’s your turn, put your hand on the Spirit Stone Testing Platform. Look, it’s over there—”

Gong Feihong pointed to the front. “If the spirit stone lights up, you register your name, pay the cultivation fee, and you can join. If it doesn’t light up…”

Jian Huan’s eyes widened. “Wait, initiation fee?”

Gong Feihong was puzzled. “Um, yes. What’s wrong?”

Jian Huan couldn’t believe it. “Isn’t it supposed to be free?”

Gong Feihong was speechless. “You still have to pay fees when you go to private schools, right?”

Jian Huan: “…”

Turns out, in this world, you still have to pay tuition and miscellaneous fees.

But when she read other cultivation novels, it seems like the sects there offer free admission and provide room and lodging?

Tsk, she has the worst luck. Transmigrating into a book is one thing, but she had to transmigrate into a place where everything costs money.

Jian Huan placed a hand on her chest and asked cautiously, “How much is the cultivation fee?”

Gong Feihong replied, “The cultivation fee is three thousand spirit stones per year, and the accommodation fee varies. There are single rooms, double rooms, triple rooms…”

Jian Huan’s head spun.

She had nothing on her now, only a worn-out blanket, a few pieces of tattered clothes, and shoes.

But Jian Huan thought about it again. Once the divorce matter was settled and she received the one hundred thousand spirit stones, would she still be short of a few thousand spirit stones?

A smile appeared on her face again.

Originally, she planned to register first and then find her fiancé, but now she realized she should find her fiancé first and then use the money to register.

With that in mind, Jian Huan clasped her fist and said, “Thank you for your guidance, Daoyou. I am Jian Huan.”

Gong Feihong also clasped his fist and replied, “I am Gong Feihong.”

Upon hearing this, Jian Huan paused slightly, and her expression became subtle in an instant.

This person was a somewhat well-known character in the book, but just like her, he drew the card of being a brainless antagonist.

Speaking of which, her character in the book still had a complete body when she died, while Gong Feihong didn’t. He had it much worse than her.

Ah, they were both villains. Instead of going against each other, they should just band together.

Jian Huan reached out and sympathetically patted Gong Feihong’s shoulder. “Gong Daoyou, take care of yourself. We may meet again if fate allows.”

Gong Feihong felt a tingling sensation on his left shoulder, and his face turned slightly red. He thought that it hadn’t even been the time it took to finish a cup of tea, yet this Miss Jian was already pleased with him. It was a bit embarrassing.

As he imagined it with joy, he saw Jian Huan leaving the queue. He hurriedly called out, “Miss Jian, where are you going? Aren’t you going to line up?”

Jian Huan sighed softly, “To be honest, I can’t afford the cultivation fee right now.”

Gong Feihong was taken aback and hesitated.

He was wealthy, but it didn’t mean he liked being taken advantage of.

Some people wouldn’t repay their debts no matter how much you chased them, while others couldn’t wait to repay their debts.

He didn’t know which type Jian Huan belonged to.

But out of so many people, she chose him specifically. Her judgment must be good, and her character wouldn’t be bad.

Thinking this way, Gong Feihong no longer hesitated. “I can lend it to you.”

Jian Huan was moved by his offer but still declined, “Thank you, Fellow Gong, but I have another way. I won’t trouble you.”

She didn’t like owing money, which was also why she chose to buy a house in full in the modern world.

Mainstream thinking was that taking a loan could avoid inflation and allow one to live in a new house several years earlier. However, having to make monthly repayments made Jian Huan feel insecure.

What if she lost her job? What if she didn’t want to continue her current job?

She would rather save enough money even if it took years and buy later.

But just when she could afford it and before she could move into her new house, she transmigrated into a book…

How unpredictable life is.

Tears flowed like rivers in Jian Huan’s heart as she walked forward, accompanied by Gong Feihong’s gaze.

When she reached the front of the queue, a white-robed female cultivator stopped her and said matter-of-factly, “Those who want to measure their spiritual roots should line up at the back and not cut in line.”

Jian Huan blinked and obediently spoke, “Senior cultivator, I’m here to find someone.”

The white-robed female cultivator looked puzzled. “Find someone? Who are you looking for?”

Jian Huan took out the matching token from her pocket and showed it to the cultivator. “I’m looking for Shen Jizhi. I’m his fiancée. This is the ancestral matching token of the Shen family. Shen Jizhi should have the other half of it. Do you know him, Senior cultivator?”

The white-robed female cultivator was stunned, and a look of astonishment appeared on her face. “Senior Brother Shen?”

Shen Jizhi, the whole Yuqing Sect knew him.

The disciples responsible for measuring spiritual roots at the gate were all sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, and they heard Jian Huan’s words.

A few of them exchanged glances and then looked in the same direction.

Jian Huan followed their gaze and saw a figure slowly standing up from the group with the most girls at the front of the queue.

The thousand-year-old trees in front of the mountain gate were lush and thick, layer upon layer of leaves blocking the afternoon sunlight. But a ray of light seeped through the gaps and fell onto the young man, scattering like fine fragments.

He wore the white disciple robe of the Yuqing Sect, tied with an ordinary wooden hairpin on his head. However, his exquisitely carved features made him appear like a beautiful orchid or jade tree that even the wooden hairpin looked luxurious.

The young man had a sickly pale complexion, and his deep eyes were a faint brown color, like amber.

He looked at Jian Huan with no expression on his face. “I am Shen Jizhi.”