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

Setting Off

In the joint competition, each sect must send out a hundred disciples, and at this moment, the top hundred newcomers from the Tianluo Sect have all boarded the spaceship.

Ye Yong is the last to board, and he stands out the most. Cradled in his arms is an exceptionally adorable spirit fox with soft fur, flanked by two stunningly beautiful painting maidens walking in front of him. Beside him is a petite, charming maid, curled up like a small animal, while behind him follow two impressively powerful, eye-catching Earthstorm Wolves.

Among the many disciples, he is the only one with such a presence.

Upon reaching the deck, the first thing Ye Yong does is search for Long Tian’s figure. His villain radar quickly activates, and before long, he spots Long Tian sitting cross-legged in a corner, eyes closed in meditation, seemingly oblivious to the world outside.

Not far away, a few ill-intentioned disciples are sizing up Long Tian, as if speculating about his level of strength. Bai Song, trailing behind, glances at him from time to time, his gaze subtly revealing a sharp edge.

Although Bai Song is not a newcomer, as previously mentioned, each hall has a few accompanying slots. Bai Manghuo is an elder, and arranging a slot is incredibly easy for him.

In fact, Bai Song also had a role in the competition, but due to Ye Yong’s overly flamboyant and reckless behavior, he decided to watch from the sidelines and did not intervene.

Thinking of this, Ye Yong slightly squints his eyes; it seems the unfortunate soul destined to take on the death tribulation is none other than Bai Song.

Sensing a gaze upon him, Bai Song immediately looks over, and upon realizing it’s Ye Yong, he is momentarily taken aback. After all, the two have never interacted before, and Ye Yong’s sudden interest in him leaves him somewhat puzzled. Then he recalls what his elders said about building a good relationship with Ye Yong, trying to get in on the Ye family’s grand venture to establish the Da Luo Dynasty’s commerce. Bai Song quickly puts on a polite smile and nods gently, signaling friendliness.

Is a dead man actually greeting me?

Ye Yong’s eyes carry a hint of sympathy as he shakes his head, conveying a sense of pity.

Bai Song is utterly confused, completely unable to grasp what Ye Yong is trying to express.

“Bai Shao, everything is ready. Once we reach the Buhong Sect, that kid Long Tian will be in for a show.” A sycophant approaches Bai Song, grinning mischievously.

“Very good.” Bai Song has no mind for anything else right now; he feels uneasy until he takes care of Long Tian.

Ye Yong can’t be bothered to pay attention to the dying man any longer and begins to observe the cultivators on the deck. He can’t help but notice that several of them are “familiar faces.”

The low-key young master, Hou Li Xie.

The madman of blade cultivation, Shi Zhi.

The genius of formations, Li Jun Xia.

The master alchemist, Zhen Li Pu.

Unfortunately, if Qiu Li Gao and Tie Zi were here, the main characters’ friends from earlier would have gathered together.

Li Junxia and Zhen Li Pu, as senior brothers of the sect, have a much broader perspective than Bai Song. Li Junxia’s purpose in accompanying this time is to engage in exchanges with young formation masters from other sects to expand his knowledge. Meanwhile, Zhen Li Pu is preparing recovery elixirs for the new disciples, facilitating their quick recovery of physical and spiritual strength after battles, while also exchanging experiences with other alchemists.

The difference between villains and the main characters’ friends lies in their morals and dispositions. Villains are filled with negative hostility, while the main characters’ friends are positive and uplifting. However, their fates are not much different; both typically meet their ends because of the protagonist.

So, if Ye Yong had to choose, being an inconspicuous bystander in the middle would be the best option.

As the time arrived, the spaceship trembled and slowly ascended. The disciples on the ground waved their hands, offering blessings and wishing the participants good rankings.

Ye Yong spotted Ye Gou, who was shouting the loudest from the front row. It wasn’t that he wasn’t bringing him along; rather, he would later join the younger members of the Ye family to board the Ye family’s spaceship to the event.

The joint competition, held every few years, would see many prominent families from the Eastern Continent in attendance. Besides families, there would also be wandering cultivators eager to broaden their horizons and demonic sects attempting to probe the righteous forces. In short, it would be a mixed crowd.

As the spaceship ascended to a certain height and flew in a specific direction, the disciples on the deck began to find things to do, as they would be spending the next three days aboard the ship.

Hua Ming and Hua Xin were on their first trip away from home, filled with curiosity about the outside world. They stood by the railing, sometimes gazing into the distance, sometimes looking down at the ground, pointing and discussing animatedly, completely shedding their usual aloof demeanor.

Hua Ming’s boisterous laughter and Hua Xin’s subtle smile captivated many male disciples, who found it hard to believe that they were both painted souls, yet were certain of it, for only something painted could possess such perfect appearances.

“Brother, come here for a moment and tell us what the nearby cities are called.” Before long, Hua Ming pulled Ye Yong over, while Hua Xin stood on the other side, and the three of them chatted about the cities below.

Seeing this scene, the male disciples were unsure about the strength of the painting cultivators, but they were certain that the painting cultivators must be happy. Because they could create the perfect dream lover and wait a few hundred years for them to materialize… By then, they wouldn’t have to worry about not having a partner, especially one who wouldn’t betray them.

On the other side, Xia Shiqi, as a spirit beast at the tenth crystallization level, had a cultivation level higher than most of the disciples present. With the Nascent Soul transformation experts resting in the cabin, she naturally walked with her head held high, striding confidently across the deck, surveying the surroundings. Many cultivators looked at her agile figure with admiration.

Ye Mao’s spirit pet, also a Earthstorm Wolf, was filled with envy and longing at that moment.

It should be noted that back in the White Gan Ni secret realm, it had been in the same wolf pack as Xia Shiqi, who was even weaker than it at that time. And now? It was at the sixth crystallization level, while Xia Shiqi had reached the tenth. The gap in their progress was immense. It suddenly realized how important it was to have an excellent master.

Looking up at Ye Mao, who was also looking down at it, it understood his meaning: “Do you have any idea how many resources I’ve spent on you? You ungrateful wolf! Why don’t you reflect on yourself? Maybe it’s because your talent is too poor!”

The more he scolded, the angrier he became, and in the end, Ye Mao even reached out to hit it. The Earthstorm Wolf could only tuck its tail between its legs, letting out a whimper of grievance.

Xia Shijia was completely the opposite of Xia Shiqi; she was not very active and would not stray more than ten meters from Ye Yong. She glanced at Ye Mao, who was scolding his spirit pet, and let out a nasal sound, seemingly looking down on him, but made no move, simply squatting near Ye Yong and keeping an eye on anyone attempting to approach.

——

“Miss, the star compass is reacting; Ye Yong has gone out again.” In a simple yet clean temporary wooden house deep in the mountains, thousands of kilometers away, Song Song ran up to Ye Qingwu with the star compass in hand.

—

Night Qingwu was deeply engrossed in studying an ancient artifact, not lifting her head: “He has already established a link with me through the communication stone, so there’s no need to deliberately pay attention to his movements, lest he feels rejected and uncomfortable.”

“Miss, I don’t understand. Isn’t Ye Yong less wary of us now? Why don’t you just say you want to take him on as a military advisor?”

“He’s asking you to go over and be his maid, to help him with his tasks. Would you be willing?”

“Um…” Song Song thought for a moment, then suddenly released her silence technique: “It’s not impossible.”

“…” The effect was significant; Night Qingwu was rendered speechless.