Today, The Villain Couple is Settling Scores Again

In the span of ten days, Jian Huan became familiar with Yuqing Sect.

The author of “Junior Sister Jiang Qiaoqiao” was a modern person, so Yuqing Sect’s setup was similar to that of a modern university.

Firstly, disciples of Yuqing Sect had to pay tuition fees and accommodation fees, and even their own meals in the dining hall must be paid with their own money.

Secondly, the disciples’ study period was four years. First-year students were outer disciples, while second, third, and fourth-year students were inner disciples. As for direct disciples, as long as you caught the eyes of several peak masters, you naturally could skip this four-year period.

However, getting noticed by the peak masters wasn’t so easy, and most people could only go through the standard process.

After studying at Yuqing Sect for one year, first-year students would have an inner disciple assessment. Those who passed would advance to second-year students, becoming inner disciples. Those who failed would either leave Yuqing Sect and find another path or pay to repeat the first year until they passed the assessment.

After becoming an inner disciple, tuition and accommodation fees would be waived and one could learn deeper levels of cultivation techniques. Therefore, everyone tried their best to become an inner disciple.

In Jian Huan’s batch, there were many senior brothers and sisters who had failed the previous assessments and were repeating the first year.

The month-long disciple recruitment event had ended yesterday, and today marked Jian Huan’s official first day of cultivation at Yuqing Sect.

Both she and Gong Feihong were dual spiritual roots and were assigned to the Dual Spiritual Roots Hall.

During lunchtime, at the three-person table in the Yuqing Sect’s eastern dining hall, Jian Huan was burying her head, eating with great effort.

Braised spiritual pork, marinated spiritual goose leg, spiritual tomato stir-fried with spiritual eggs…

The delicious spiritual dishes, full of color, fragrance, and taste, were swallowed by Jian Huan before she could savor them fully, warming her hungry stomach after a long time.

Gong Feihong, who was treating her, looked at her with a complex expression and couldn’t help but advise, “Eat slowly, I ordered a lot.”

Hearing this, Jian Huan could only make a quick ‘OK’ gesture, indicating that she understood.

Gong Feihong followed by making the same ‘OK’ gesture, puzzled, “What does that mean?”

Swallowing the food in her mouth, Jian Huan replied, “It means ‘okay’ or ‘good.'”

Gong Feihong exclaimed in surprise.

After speaking, Jian Huan skillfully picked up a chicken thigh with her chopsticks and began gnawing on it, making her mouth full of oil and losing all grace.

On the other side of Gong Feihong sat a man, looking at her with contempt.

He had a pair of slender eyes, a thin mustache above his upper lip, and despite being sixteen years old, he looked like he was twenty-six.

Three days ago, Hu Zhi had met Gong Feihong in Linxian City and found out that Gong Feihong was the son of the head of the Gong family, so he had been flattering him all the way.

The Jiang, Gong, Xie, and Lin families were the most illustrious immortal cultivation families on the Nine Continent. The Gong family had an ancestor who became a venerable figure a hundred years ago and was now the ancestor of the Beast Taming Sect, currently in seclusion.

The descendants of the Gong family were not particularly talented in cultivation, but with the ancestor present, no one dared to underestimate the Gong family.

Hu Zhi was not a disciple of the Dual Spiritual Roots Hall, and he belonged to the Four Spiritual Roots Hall.

As his spiritual roots were very poor, Hu Zhi had already given up on cultivating and was now thinking of buttering up someone influential to secure his future wealth and status.

Gong Feihong was a perfect candidate.

Hu Zhi tried to figure out Gong Feihong’s thoughts and said, “Brother Feihong, I heard that Jiang Qiaoqiao has been accepted into the Single Spiritual Root Hall?”

Hearing this, Gong Feihong’s mood instantly soured, and he gave a perfunctory “yeah” while still trying to understand the meaning behind the ‘OK’ gesture.

Jian Huan was already full, but she didn’t know when she would have another proper meal, so she still hadn’t stopped eating.

But hearing their conversation, she also looked up. Her gaze fell on Gong Feihong and Hu Zhi.

In the book, the Jiang family and the Gong family were both prominent cultivation families, but there was a feud between their ancestors. With Hu Zhi’s scheming, Gong Feihong engaged in a series of actions to frame and harm the female lead, which ultimately led to his own tragic death.

It was after Gong Feihong’s death that Jian Huan, a character from the Demon Clan, arrived at Yuqing Sect and took over the role of harming the female lead.

Given the progress in the original story, she and Gong Feihong were not supposed to have any interaction.

However, because she had time-traveled three years ahead and arrived at Yuqing Sect early, they coincidentally developed a relationship.

Just because Gong Feihong treated her to a meal today, Jian Huan would still try to stop him from making a fool of himself.

After thinking it over, she stood up with her bowl and chopsticks, as if intending to leave.

“Brother Feihong, I’m a little worried about you,” Hu Zhi poured a cup of spiritual drink for Gong Feihong and lowered his voice, not wanting others to overhear, “A few years ago, the Jiang family’s ancestor failed to overcome his Heavenly Tribulation and died in the Dao. The Jiang family should have declined, but now there’s Jiang Qiaoqiao. She has an extraordinary mutated Wind Spiritual Root, and her future is boundless. In my opinion, Brother Feihong, for the sake of the Gong family, you should make early preparations!”

Gong Feihong was taken aback, “Brother Hu, please tell me more about your thoughts.”

Hu Zhi leaned in close to Gong Feihong’s ear and said, “Now is the weakest time for Jiang Qiaoqiao. If you don’t pull her down now, then in the future–”

He paused meaningfully and made a gesture of slitting his throat.

Gong Feihong was hesitating, “This…”

Before Hu Zhi could continue to persuade him, an unexpected voice suddenly came from behind them.

Startled, both Hu Zhi and Gong Feihong turned their heads to see Jian Huan standing behind them with her bowl, hunched over, and still holding a piece of spiritual vegetable leaf in her mouth.

They didn’t know how long she had been eavesdropping.

Hu Zhi was furious, “I was talking to Brother Feihong! How dare you eavesdrop?!”

Jian Huan shrugged her shoulders and beckoned to Gong Feihong with her finger.

Gong Feihong approached her.

In a hushed voice, Jian Huan said, “Brother Feihong, my thoughts are different from Hu’s. Your family’s ancestor is still in seclusion at the Beast Taming Sect, right?”