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

Irony

The female disciples of Tianluo Sect were not to be underestimated. Seeing the disciples from another sect being so arrogant and harassing Ye Yong, they immediately took on the role of protectors… guardians of the flowers and grass, forcing back the female cultivators of Hanqing Sect.

The strong ones from both sects originally intended for the young people to make friends and get to know each other, but it had only just begun. The friendly conversations they had imagined were nowhere to be found; instead, there was a tendency for things to escalate into a fight.

Noticing that the powerful figures were silent, merely observing, Ye Yong helplessly stood up and walked between the two sides, attempting to mediate. Fortunately, when a handsome person speaks, they are always right, and the female cultivators did not escalate the conflict further.

Ye Yong realized he also had a charm that dulled intelligence, especially in front of women. However, the “Ye Yong” in the novel did not possess such magic, so he was unsure of the reason behind it.

On Tianluo Sect’s side, the male disciples were used to it, but it was different for Hanqing Sect. After all, they were young, eager to show off, and craving attention from the opposite s*x. The male cultivators, who were already resentful of Ye Yong, immediately began to make sarcastic remarks.

“Ye Tianjiao truly possesses the talent of a literary cultivator, smooth-tongued and eloquent.”

Ye Yong looked over, and the one who spoke was a delicate young master, clearly spoiled and pampered.

Perhaps accustomed to being domineering within the sect, this young master was completely oblivious to the change in atmosphere around him. He continued to speak in a sarcastic tone, while the male disciples of Tianluo Sect silently mourned for him.

Almost all the female cultivators turned their gazes toward the young master in an instant. Although he still didn’t understand the atmosphere, he sensed something was off. However, people care about their pride, especially a young master from a distinguished background with good talent, who was spoiled rotten. He couldn’t possibly stop mid-sentence, could he? So he fearlessly continued with his sarcastic remarks.

“Who is this guy?” The male disciples of Tianluo Sect were genuinely curious about how someone could be so bold.

“The young master of the You family from the Daluo Empire, You Maobin,” one of the familiar cultivators revealed the name of the other party.

“So it’s him, no wonder.”

The You family had a background comparable to the Ye family. Although they had fewer Transformation Stage cultivators, they had an ancestor who had just broken through to the Void Realm, which had allowed them to thrive recently.

As the great-grandson of a Void Realm ancestor, You Maobin naturally attracted much attention and was showered with affection, boasting exceptional talent. At 21 years old, his strength at the seventh layer of crystallization made him look down on others.

Due to their status, the female disciples of Hanqing Sect found it difficult to say anything. On the other hand, the male disciples of Tianluo Sect, while being sarcastic, did not directly slander Ye Yong. Although the female disciples were displeased, they had no way to retaliate.

“May I ask who you are?” Ye Yong performed a respectful gesture toward the other party, appearing exceedingly friendly. No one would suspect that he was laughing uncontrollably inside.

Having spent two uneventful days on the spaceship, unable to get close to the female lead in public, he was feeling quite bored. Now, a kind soul had delivered a chance for a show-off confrontation, allowing him to relax a bit. How could he not be pleased?

Of course, Ye Yong knew he had the aura of a villain; generally, small fry wouldn’t dare provoke him. Those who dared to step forward were all individuals with an even greater villainous aura, so he was also a bit curious about the other party’s identity.

“Someone like Ye Tianjiao definitely wouldn’t know me…” You Maobin glanced elsewhere, seemingly too lazy to introduce himself to Ye Yong. At that moment, a sycophant beside him interjected at just the right time: “This is Young Master You! You Maobin! Ye Tianjiao must have heard of him, right?”

If the answer was yes, it would indicate that the other party was quite famous, thus bolstering their prestige. If the answer was no, Ye Yong would be labeled as someone who looked down on others.

“Ah, so it’s Young Master You. Of course, I’ve heard of you,” Ye Yong replied. But he wasn’t Long Tian; he couldn’t just go toe-to-toe with the other party. What was the point of boosting their ego? Instead, he decided to flatter him with a hint of sarcasm, asking if he was afraid.

“Oh? Ye Tianjiao actually knows me?” You Maobin felt a small sense of pride.

“Who doesn’t know Young Master You?” Ye Yong recalled that in the novel, You Maobin had faced Long Tian in a joint competition and had been defeated, leading to a grudge. However, he didn’t have much of a role; he was merely a catalyst. His older brother, You Dabin, was the main antagonist of the You family. After the Ye family fell, the You family began to follow suit. After all, the villainous family was either targeting the protagonist or delivering treasures.

“At such a young age, you’ve mastered two earth-level sword techniques and brought them to a minor success…” Ye Yong pretended not to notice You Maobin’s earlier mockery and continued to praise him.

The more You Maobin listened, the more pleased he became, surprised that Ye Yong understood him so well, and he felt increasingly famous.

The male disciples of Hanqing Sect scoffed at Ye Yong. Silly women, open your eyes and see; your so-called Ye Tianjiao is just a bully of the weak. Most of those rumors were likely fabricated by Tianluo Sect and the Ye family to create hype. Aside from his looks, he had no real strength.

The female disciples of Hanqing Sect also began to doubt. Rumor had it that Ye Yong was a modest gentleman, but now he was constantly praising You Maobin, which hardly seemed humble; it felt more like he was fawning over You Maobin.

Seeing the opportunity ripe, as the other party swelled with pride, Ye Yong quickly turned the tide: “I’ve always wanted to ask Young Master You for guidance on sword techniques. I wonder if I might have that honor?”

Upon hearing this, the smile in You Maobin’s eyes instantly vanished. Cultivators spoke with strength, and that was fair enough, but Ye Yong’s initiative proved he had confidence.

“Young Master You…” The sycophant also sensed something was off. Ye Yong had laid the groundwork for so long; he must have had some intention.

Sure enough, the male disciples of Tianluo Sect began to follow Ye Yong’s lead.

“Young Master You, I’ve long admired your name. Please allow all of us present to learn from you.”

“Exactly! Young Master You is so impressive; you surely can’t refuse, right?”

Perhaps there were male disciples within the sect who looked down on Ye Yong, but outwardly, they were united. Not only the male disciples, but the female disciples also pretended to cheer for You Maobin.

“I really want to see Young Master You’s prowess.”

“Young Master You, please don’t hold back later; let us observe closely.”

For the first time, You Maobin experienced what it meant to be in a difficult position. If he refused, everything Ye Yong had just praised would turn into the greatest irony. You Maobin glanced at one of his uncles, who had transformed into a god; his uncle averted his gaze, as if he hadn’t seen anything.

After all, You Maobin had just been two-faced with Ye Yong, and the higher-ups of Hanqing Sect hadn’t intervened. Now that Ye Yong merely proposed to seek guidance on sword techniques, they interrupted him. Did they really think the higher-ups of Tianluo Sect didn’t exist?

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Moreover, it’s normal for young people to have friction, to tussle and play around. In fact, You Maobin’s uncle hoped that Ye Yong could teach You Maobin a lesson, to help him temper his temperament.

Desiring to save face while suffering in silence, in this situation, You Maobin had no choice but to comply. He could only pray that the rumors about Ye Yong were false, that Ye Yong was merely a silver-plated gun.

“Since it’s a request from Ye Tianjiao, I certainly won’t refuse. Let’s keep it to a friendly spar.”

A top-tier sect’s spaceship could withstand the full force of a Golden Core cultivator, let alone a mere spar between two Crystal Realm cultivators.

Soon, disciples from both sects formed a circle, with Ye Yong and You Maobin in the center.

“Please.” Ye Yong gestured politely.

You Maobin, holding his treasured sword, adjusted his breathing a few times, his expression gradually turning serious, immediately unleashing a ground-level sword technique.

The clash of blades and the flicker of sword light made the atmosphere instantly tense.

Since the goal was to showcase his skills, he naturally aimed to do his best. Ye Yong evaded the sharp edges, pretending to be at a disadvantage. As they fought, You Maobin’s confidence surged, his earlier unease transforming into sarcastic remarks.

“Could it be? Is Ye Tianjiao really this weak? How pathetic!”

“Young Master You is indeed impressive.” Ye Yong continued to shower him with praise, causing You Maobin to become even more arrogant.

Such a villain was easy to understand.

A slight smile curled at the corners of Ye Yong’s mouth, revealing a charming grin.

Hearing a female cultivator scream, You Maobin thought it was due to his own handsomeness, and he put in even more effort. After a while, he grew tired, yet Ye Yong still couldn’t land a decisive blow, each time nearly knocking him down, only for him to dodge at the last moment.

Though You Maobin was a spoiled young master with little cunning, he wasn’t foolish. Ye Yong noticed his expression beginning to grow serious again and knew it was time to end this. Some things, when repeated too many times, would lose their effect, and he immediately revealed a flaw.

You Maobin, without much thought, prepared to deliver a finishing blow. However, just as he approached Ye Yong, Ye Yong’s movements suddenly accelerated several times, and his strength became astonishingly overwhelming.

“Clang!” Without executing any sword techniques, Ye Yong’s seemingly ordinary strike felt as if it had directly hit You Maobin’s face, stinging fiercely, sending the weapon in his hand flying away.