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

Wood Blossoms

“What did you say!?” The irritable bird, Keke, erupted like a volcano upon hearing this, glaring angrily at Song Song: “What about the kindness the miss has shown you!? I can’t believe you’re so ungrateful!”

“I’m not,” Song Song did not back down, speaking with conviction: “I plan to be an undercover agent by Ye Yong’s side, constantly telling him about the miss’s virtues, subtly influencing him to trust her more!”

Keke was taken aback, surprised that this foolish wood could think of such a method. Realizing her reaction was a bit excessive, she cleared her throat, looked elsewhere, and began to reason: “If it were that easy, it would be great. Ye Yong is a human; although he doesn’t want to admit it, he has a bright future ahead and wouldn’t easily work for our demon clan.”

“I actually think he’s quite easy to talk to. We haven’t even asked him, how do we know he wouldn’t agree?”

“Interpersonal relationships aren’t as simple as you think.” Night Qingwu set down the ancient artifact in her hands and patted Song Song’s head: “But our previous efforts have indeed borne fruit; otherwise, he wouldn’t have informed us of the existence of another world. In any case, we can’t rush it now; we need to gradually build trust.”

“But how do we build it? It’s not like we can always help him at the right moment.”

“You wouldn’t know this, would you?” Keke sneered: “Peng Zhang already knows who caused the miss to lose the Black Water Secret Realm. With that guy’s personality, he will definitely not let Ye Yong off the hook. As long as we help Ye Yong out of a few tight spots, he will naturally be grateful to the miss.”

“Remember, help with a strong ulterior motive sometimes not only fails to achieve the desired effect but can also create distance between us.” Night Qingwu looked seriously at Keke: “Just like last time, if we waited until he was in danger to help, do you think he wouldn’t think we were just watching the show? Would he still tell us about the information from another world afterward?”

Keke was momentarily speechless.

“We were already monitoring his movements, and after several encounters, he must have grown suspicious. However, he has never questioned this matter, which, to some extent, is also a form of trust in us. Therefore, if we are present and help him resolve potential crises in advance, it will be more effective than waiting for the right moment to assist him.”

“Understood, thank you for your guidance, miss.”

“But what if we don’t make it in time? Wouldn’t Ye Yong be in danger?” Song Song asked.

“Generally, that won’t happen.” Night Qingwu shook her head. Although they rarely moved around outside now, they had already set up some intelligence networks when they previously investigated Ye Yong, allowing them to receive quite a bit of information about both humans and demons.

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“Peng Zhang’s current focus is on capturing the Blood Flame Sect. As a new generation prodigy of the human race, Ye Yong cannot act recklessly against him; if he wishes to harm Ye Yong, he can only send his subordinates. What they have learned from outside is that Ye Yong relied on the treasures given by his elders to hide away, ultimately escaping the secret realm unscathed. In fact, what Ye Yong did in the secret realm… we all know, don’t we?”

“Indeed! Ye Yong is so clever; being able to kill those stubborn old fools from the Black Wind Sect, he can naturally handle Peng Zhang’s subordinates.” But soon, Song Song thought of something else: “What if Peng Zhang takes action himself, and Ye Yong accidentally injures him? Would that not trigger a war between the two races?”

A crystallization cultivator can injure a demon king at the tenth level of transformation; if it were someone else, it would merely be laughed off, but since it involves Ye Yong, that’s a different matter.

“Ye Yong knows his limits; he understands what should and shouldn’t be done. Just a little reminder to be cautious of Peng Zhang will suffice.”

“So, Miss, should we go to Ye Yong? It’s rare for him to leave Tianluo Sect; wouldn’t it be good to interact a bit, to understand each other better and build mutual trust?”

“Have you blossomed into a flower? Why do you seem to have considered so much? And you’ve even made more sense than usual?” Keke looked at Song Song with suspicion, and if they hadn’t been together all this time, she would have definitely thought she had been swapped out.

“I’ve always been like this.” Song Song huffed proudly: “It’s you who have always viewed me through colored glasses, overlooking my exceptional intelligence.”

“Just you?”

Seeing the two maids about to bicker endlessly, Ye Qingwu immediately interrupted: “Ye Yong is out this time to participate in the joint competition held by various sects. Many powerful figures of the human race will be present; our presence would only draw attention. Now, you two should go do what you need to do. I need to continue studying this antique, so don’t disturb me.”

After Keke and Song Song left, Ye Qingwu gazed at the moving light points on the star compass on the table, suddenly lost in thought.

— Tianluo Sect spaceship;

Half a day had passed, and the cultivators had lost the initial excitement of leaving the sect. They felt there was nothing to do, either closing their eyes to cultivate or quietly chatting and drinking. Some frequently glanced in Ye Yong’s direction, curious about what he was saying.

Inside the isolation array, Ye Yong was telling the story of “Journey to the West.” After all, the journey was long, and there were few things to pass the time; storytelling was one of the few entertainments.

The audience included Hua Ming, Hua Xin, Qin Shidream, Liang Xiaorou, Wu Xue, Xiao Huan, and Hua Ningyan. As for Xia Shiqi, she was curled up sleeping at Ye Yong’s feet.

“Just as Sun Wukong shouted, ‘My fate is determined by me, not by heaven,’ he brandished his golden staff and charged at the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers…” Just as he reached an exciting part, Ye Yong abruptly stopped: “To know what happens next, you’ll have to wait for the next installment.”

“Next installment your grandpa! Keep going! Stopping here, are you looking for a fight?” Liang Xiaorou instantly exploded with anger. She had been so engrossed that her palms were sweating. For cultivators, such defiance against heaven was truly captivating, especially when Sun Wukong faced a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers alone. What kind of courage and spirit did that require?

Not just Liang Xiaorou; Hua Ming and Hua Xin were also captivated. Hua Ming came up behind Ye Yong, her delicate hand resting on his shoulder, gently kneading: “My dear brother, are you tired? Let your sister help you relax; don’t stop.”

“Yeah, just wet your throat, and let’s take a short break before continuing, okay?” Hua Xin poured a cup of tea for Ye Yong.

“This…” Ye Yong glanced around; Qin Shidream nodded seriously, Wu Xue and Xiao Huan also pleaded for him to continue, while Hua Ningyan nestled in his arms, and the somewhat knowledgeable Xia Shiqi’s eyes were filled with curiosity.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to continue, but as one of the Four Great Classical Novels, “Journey to the West” was such that no matter where it paused, it would always leave people wanting to hear more.

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No choice, Ye Yong took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and continued.

Until midnight, Wu Xue, who should have been sleeping, was still full of energy. Ye Yong had become a ruthless repeater, reciting the vernacular version of Journey to the West he had bought from the system. The sky was gray and misty, with no moon or stars in sight, a vast silence, as if even the heavens were listening.

Suddenly, a cannon blast hit the flying ship’s defensive array, shattering the tranquility.