After Failing to Influence the Protagonist Chapter 114

Chapter 114 You can ignore it for now!!

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Qin Qianhuan listened attentively, her face showing no signs of happiness or sadness. “So that’s what really happened back then.”

Talking about the second son of the Ji family, the elderly villager was angry and jealous, his hands trembling as he held onto his cane.

“After the eldest son of the Ji family died, they shamelessly took over all the land and shops, claiming to temporarily manage them for young Ji Wuyou. But even though they took him in, they didn’t treat him well. The Ji Wuyou we see every day is just that naive child who does all the household work, but eats leftovers and sleeps in a leaky shed. They inherited so much wealth, but they didn’t show an ounce of kindness to Ji Wuyou. Sigh.

“The villagers couldn’t bear it and spoke a few fair words. But they were scolded by the second daughter-in-law of the Ji family, saying it was their family matter, and what do they have to say about Ji Wuyou? They accused us, outsiders, of meddling unnecessarily.

“But what could Ji Wuyou say? He was just a foolish child. His parents were killed, his inheritance was stolen, and he considered his enemy as family. He happily smiled every day, as long as he had enough food and drink. If it was just abuse, we wouldn’t hate that family so much. The problem is, they have completely lost their conscience, and what they wanted was Ji Wuyou’s life!”

Qin Qianhuan narrowed her eyes Ji Wuyou stayed by her side, keeping his head down.

The visible scene displayed flourishing green grass emerging from beneath the rocks, its green color dull. Memories gushed forth like a wild beast.

The old person continued, “Ji Wuyou died, and the property became entirely theirs. From what I heard, they didn’t dare to poison his food. Instead, they took Ji Wuyou to the riverside multiple times, attempting to push him in. But that child was lucky, never dying even once. The couple was dissatisfied and even used sweets to hint at our children, urging them to help kill. The children didn’t understand. They thought they were just helping Ji Wuyou take a bath. Little did they know that the pond was filled with dangerous water plants that would kill anyone who fell in.

“However,” the old person’s voice grew heavy, “despite everything, Ji Wuyou survived. Maybe he truly had strong luck.”

Having strong luck in the village was seen as ominous. If your luck was too strong, it would harm others.

The old person continued, “The village snake catcher said that the Ji couple once bought a highly venomous snake from him. Both of them were afraid of snakes and didn’t like eating them. It’s easy to guess their motive. But over a dozen years have passed, and Ji Wuyou is still alive. Finally, the Ji couple gave up and sold Ji Wuyou to a cannibalistic demon.”

The old person sighed, “A real cannibalistic demon, entering our village with a sack on their back. Some people secretly looked and saw that it was filled with human bones.”

Speaking of this demon, the old person’s eyes flickered briefly. He didn’t say anything more.

After revealing every detail of the Ji couple’s crimes, the old person felt relieved inside but wore a mask of pity. Letting out a sigh, he said, “That child, Wuyou… I’m afraid he met an unfortunate fate. Oh, what a tragedy.”

Qin Qianhuan had a great interest in listening to such stories. She removed the relic bracelet from her wrist, playing with it in her hand, counting each bead with a deepening smile. “Although I didn’t know Ji Wuyou well, I cannot ignore what has happened to him. Sir, please tell me where the Ji couple lives.”

The old person pointed towards the eastern part of the village with his aged and withered finger. “Their house is the most impressive-looking one. They plan to move to the county town soon.”

Qin Qianhuan stood up and nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

As she walked alone towards the eastern part of the village, the old person became puzzled. “Miss, are you going alone?”

Qin Qianhuan nodded. “Yes.”

Ji Wuyou silently followed her until they turned into a small alley, where the sight of the elderly and children was blocked by old trees and wooden houses.

Wearing a black straw cloak and a black bamboo hat, he seemed to blend into the darkness.

Qin Qianhuan smiled with a hint of amusement. “But you were so foolish as a child, and even now, you don’t seem wise.”

Ji Wuyou remained silent, the hot and dry wind contrasting with his confused and cold heart.

The illusions shattered as his childhood facade peeled away, making him realize that everything and everyone he had held dear with goodwill… were nothing but illusions.

However, Qin Qianhuan said, “Your luck must be incredibly strong to have survived all of that. I can’t understand how you grew up in such an environment and still have that cowardly and easily deceived nature. Don’t you feel any resentment?”

When he was young, he was ignorant about everything, but he vaguely remembered someone telling him that his uncle and aunt were not good people, that they had killed his parents, and he should escape as far away as possible.

However, he didn’t quite understand it.

Looking back, his ignorance and naivety were also a kind of sin.

Ji Wuyou opened his mouth, feeling a sharp pain in his throat, as if it were being cut by the wind.

Qin Qianhuan laughed and said, “A cannibal cultivator came to this village. The Ji couple sent you away. It seems like the whole village was happy to see that.”

Uncle and aunt told him, “Wuyou, you have spiritual roots, you can cultivate into an immortal. We have found a master for you to learn from. You will go with him.”

It was late at night, with a full moon shining red. The wolves in the mountains kept howling for some reason. Ji Wuyou took three steps and turned back, only to find that after he was sent off, the door to his home quickly closed, and dry leaves flew like funeral money, making a mournful sound.

In the village, there was no sound at all.

He saw his master at the village gate. Carrying a large sack on his back, hunched over, his eyes resembling those of a venomous snake in the mountains.

Ji Wuyou was very afraid and called out, “Master.” Hearing this, the master smiled strangely, satisfied, and looked at him. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he said, “Let’s go.” Ji Wuyou nodded in a daze. As he turned around, he faintly saw several windows in a few houses quietly open a crack, revealing the eyes of people filled with both fear and relief.

However, at that time, and for a long time after, he felt that the villagers were sending him away because they couldn’t bear to keep him.

He approached the familiar courtyard. Even through the wall, he could clearly hear his aunt’s words.

“Hey, that wicker chair over there, I bought it imitating the fancy chairs in wealthy city households. It’s precious and must not be left behind. Hey, hey, hey, what are you standing there for? Don’t just stand around, be quick. Let’s finish packing up quickly and move to the city, to a place where nobody can find us—where your leech sister can’t come begging.”

“Ask for help? Who would we ask for help! Making a big fuss about moving, causing such a commotion, and leaving clues for that blood-sucking sister of yours? Finally managed to marry off that difficult younger sister-in-law, I don’t want to suffer from her in the future.”

The Ji family’s second daughter-in-law, Mrs. Wang, waved her handkerchief and gave various orders when suddenly she heard a continuous knocking at the door. She frowned, cursed under her breath, and reluctantly walked towards the door.

Her hands were covered in calluses, but adorned with colorful jade bracelets. Her grayish-brown nails were unevenly coated with hibiscus flower juice. When she pushed open the door and saw the person in front of her, her expression stiffened.

The once-married off daughter of the Ji family, who had been banging on the door, was sharp-tongued. Both men in the Ji family were simple and timid, while this sister-in-law had a face full of sharpness.

With a fake smile, she said, “Oh, sister-in-law, you’re moving? Where are you going? You didn’t even tell me. So, I suppose you’re planning to keep all of your husband’s inheritance to yourselves.”

Mrs. Wang, neither friendly nor hostile, replied, “Where did you hear such nonsense? Do we need your permission to move? The daughter we married off is like water poured out. You keep running to your maternal home every day. Aren’t you annoyed?”

The Ji family’s younger daughter laughed with anger, “You want to leave me cleanly and blameless? Let me tell you, there’s no way!” She took a step forward, aggressively confronting them. “I still have evidence of how you killed my elder brother, my sister-in-law, and that foolish nephew. If necessary, I can expose everything. No one will benefit from it. What have I ever asked from your family? I gave you the fields and the shop, and occasionally asked for some money. Are you so selfish that you can’t tolerate me?”

Mrs. Wang’s face hurt from anger. “Asking for some money? That’s what you call it? I’ve spent three years’ worth of money on you since you got married!”

The Ji family’s second son, hearing the commotion, slowly walked out and witnessed the argument between his wife and sister. He pretended to advise, “Why argue outside? Let’s go inside and talk. What if someone sees and mocks us?”

The Ji family’s younger daughter sneered repeatedly, “Ha! Who’s going to see? Who in this village would willingly come to your doorstep? Everyone with clear eyes knows what you’ve been up to. They just can’t find the evidence, but I have it.”

Mrs. Wang wished she could tear the mouth of this wicked woman apart. However, the Ji family’s second son secretly signaled her with an ambiguous look.

Mrs. Wang paused, understood the hidden meaning, turned her head away, hummed, but her fingers clenched tightly in frustration.

The Ji family’s younger daughter had been blackmailing them for two years, exploiting their blood for her benefit. Every time she got what she wanted. Now, she proudly laughed and walked towards the door.

With envy burning her eyes, she looked at the surroundings, “My family doesn’t have any of these things. It seems like both of you are living quite comfortably.”

She followed them into the firewood shed. After closing the door, it seemed like she had another argument with Mrs. Wang. However, before they could exchange a few words, a terrified scream echoed out.

Afterward, there was complete silence. ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴘʟᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ on the thin window, slowly seeping through the door.

Just a wall apart.

Ji Wuyou and Qin Qianhuan, however, had a remarkably clear view of the scene inside.

The Ji family’s second son concealed a kitchen knife in his hand. Taking advantage of the argument between the two, he circled around and swiftly ᴄʜᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ’ꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. Her eyes almost popped out, and her face reflected boundless pain and hatred. Mrs. Wang couldn’t help but laugh, “You’ve been taking advantage of us for so long that even the Bodhisattva lost patience. It’s your own insatiable greed that brought this upon yourself.”

Qin Qianhuan played with his prayer beads and said, “It’s a case of dogs biting each other.”

Ji Wuyou’s expression froze as he witnessed this authentic and ugly scene that clashed with his familiar and gentle memories. After a while, he punched the wall in a daze.

Anger from being deceived and hatred from the death of his parents, nurtured within him over a long period of time.

“What are you planning to do to them?”

Ji Wuyou remained silent for a long time and said in a hoarse voice, “Let them accompany my parents.”

Qin Qianhuan furrowed her brow.

By nightfall, it started raining in the village. However, the couple from the Ji family felt remorse after killing someone. After ᴅɪꜱᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ the Ji family’s younger daughter and ʙᴜʀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ underground, they dragged their two sleeping children and boarded a carriage, rushing towards the city overnight. It was only when they sat in the carriage that they finally let out a sigh of relief. The Ji family’s second son still appeared to be the same honest person, and no one could have imagined that just moments ago, he had used a knife to kill his own sister. Mrs. Wang patted her chest, but vented, “I never liked her anyway. It’s better that we moved and nobody recognizes us. We took care of it all today.

“She should have been killed long ago. But at that time, there were some troublesome procedures for the shop, and I was afraid of getting into trouble, so I tolerated her. Your elder brother, on the other hand, married a good woman. Even in death, he still found a way to trouble us.”

The Ji family’s second son said, “Life will be easier once we reach the city.”

Mrs. Wang was elated, “I finally sold the shop and the field, exchanged them for some money, and kept it all in the bank. With that money, we won’t have to worry for the rest of our lives.”

Both of them were lazy and clueless. Even though they had the field and the shop, they were of no use because of the arrangements made by Madam Ji, which were delayed for over ten years before they could sell everything. Now they felt relieved. However, before they could settle their minds, they suddenly felt the road shaking.

Mrs. Wang was nearly dizzy from the shaking. She opened the carriage curtain and saw that the trees around them were becoming denser, and the road was veering off.

“Why are we turning back?” Mrs. Wang angrily opened the curtain and scolded the coachman, “Are you blind or something? Where are we going? Ahhhhh!”

On that rainy night, with dim skies, there sat only a stiff body on the carriage, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɢʀᴜᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇʟʏ ᴄʜᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ. It hung halfway on the shoulder!

Mrs. Wang let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The Ji family’s second son came over to see and his pupils shrank to tiny dots as he yelled in shock.

At the same time, the horse ran faster, the road shook more violently, and the branches grew denser—directly towards a cliff.

The same cliff where they had caused the death of Ji Wuyou’s parents.

Mrs. Wang wanted to jump off the carriage but was gripped tightly by the Ji family’s cowardly son, who was frozen in fear. Mrs. Wang’s eyes turned desperate as she tried to bite the coward’s hand, but it was in vain. As she turned her head, she saw a person standing on the peak of a towering mountain, concealed in a hat and cloak, but his appearance was familiar to her.

Mrs. Wang froze in place.

The carriage plummeted into the cliff, and as her ʙᴏᴅʏ ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ. A name lingered in her throat—Ji Wuyou.

In the pouring rain of the night, Qin Qianhuan said mockingly, “You finally killed someone.”

Ji Wuyou looked at the purplish aura in his palm. He felt somewhat dazed. He had finally taken a life. How ridiculous it was! Living in the world of cultivation, he was already so old, yet he had only killed one person. No! Ji Wuyou paused, recalling the morning when his “master” disappeared. His palm seemed to have the same purplish hue back then. It was even because of this that his cultivation skyrocketed, allowing him to defeat so many people when he arrived at Yunxiao.


Qin Qianhuan said, “You were originally a demonic cultivator, relying on slaughter for power. If you don’t want to be a good person, I’ll go along with you. But now, there are still many people you can kill.”

After being soaked in the rain, the beads on her wrist grew even more vibrant. With a seductive and bold smile, she said, “For example, that village. The entire village longs for your death, you know. They aren’t good people either.”

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