Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

At the time, I just thought he was eager for quick success and took the wrong path, so I gave him a lesson and let it go.

In the years that followed, he made repeated mistakes and neglected his cultivation, but he simply thought that his character was not yet stable and that it would get better over time.

Until today, I saw him with a distorted expression, stabbing Ah Ran with a sword, and shouting for her to die.

The old sect leader was shocked to realize that his disciple had become completely unrecognizable to him.

After Ah Zhen pointed it out, he suddenly had an epiphany and all his doubts and disappointments were explained.

It’s not that Haoran has changed.

That's not Haoran at all!

The old sect leader looked at the familiar face in front of him and saw panic, guilt, and fear flash across his face. The originally handsome and talented young man became timid and frivolous.

The real Haoran would never show this kind of expression.

Who is this person under this skin?

Judging from his various behaviors, he has no idea how to cultivate immortality. He is most likely a mortal, and the most despicable of all mortals.

But how could a mortal with no cultivation at all take over the body of a cultivator with high cultivation and make him not notice it?

Who is helping him?

What is his purpose?

It's all so incredible.

Ata said angrily: "Boss, this grandson refuses to admit his guilt. How can we prove that he is not Ling Haoran? Do we have to pull out his soul?"

Qi An said: "I have to find him, but before that, I want him to die clearly. It's easy to prove that he is not Ling Haoran, isn't it?"

Fugui rolled up his sleeves and prepared to grab them directly. Hearing the conversation between the two, he asked curiously: "Sister An An, do you have any way to prove that he is a fake?"

Ling Haoran was still swearing to the heavens, telling everyone over and over again that he was Ling Haoran.

But the people present looked at him with increasingly strange eyes, and several of his fellow brothers had quietly grasped the swords at their waists.

When they thought about how their junior brother's body had been occupied by this wandering ghost who came from nowhere all these years, his cultivation had been wasted, and his reputation had been tarnished, their eyes became red.

Why wasn’t it discovered earlier?

My junior brother has suffered so much for so many years in vain.

Qi An stepped forward and moved his lips into the old sect leader's ear. The old sect leader pondered for a moment and nodded.

Ling Haoran looked at Ye Ran with fear.

He didn't know what Ye Ran said to the old sect leader, but he was just afraid.

He had to admit that he was afraid of Ye Ran, afraid of this extremely powerful heroine.

He had never won against her once.

The old sect leader brushed away the hand that was grabbing the hem of his robe and asked in a deep voice: "You said you are Haoran, so let me ask you, when was your birthday, where do you live, and what are your parents' names?"

Ling Haoran was stunned and his face turned pale.

He began to frantically search for the original content in his mind, trying to find the answer.

However, this is a novel with a strong female protagonist, and the entire novel revolves around the female protagonist.

Important supporting characters may be described in a little more detail, but the rest are just briefly mentioned.

Ling Haoran is a person who only appears a few times in the whole text and has no emotional connection with Ye Ran, so he is not even an important supporting role.

After Ye Ran left Tianxuan Sect and opened up a new map, this character was offline, and later the story ended in a mess.

How could the author waste time and effort on an insignificant minor supporting character?

The original text only mentioned that he was brought back to the sect by the old sect leader when he was ten years old. He was extremely talented, upright and kind, and was the person Ye Zhen liked. And that was all.

There was no mention of his birthday, where he lived, or what his parents' names were.

Therefore, even though it was just a few simple questions, Ling Haoran couldn't answer a single word.

Fugui suddenly realized: "Your trick is brilliant, Sister An An, he can't find the answer even if he read the book to pieces."

In Ling Haoran's eyes, the people in the novel are all paper people.

But in this world, all paper people are living people.

Everyone has a household registration, parents, and a past.

Just because something is not written in the novel doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

Outsiders know nothing about this past.

"me……"

"No way, no way..." Fugui, the conspicuous bag, spoke again.

She gloated, "You don't want to say that you forgot your birthday, where you live, and what your parents' names are, do you?"

Ling Haoran: “…”

"I'm telling you, your parents are still alive. You can find out the answer to these questions by simply checking them out. Don't lie."

Ling Haoran's knees went weak and he slumped down on the ground, unable to utter another word.

It's ridiculous that he forgot how to fly a sword and couldn't use his cultivation. But even he forgot his own parents. Even a fool wouldn't believe it.

It's all over.

The guess was confirmed, and everyone looked alert. Several brothers had red eyes and stared angrily at the person sitting on the ground.

"Who are you, evil monster? Why don't you return my brother's body to me? What have you done to him?"

Ling Haoran cried out in despair: "System, where are you? Come quickly, take me away. I don't want to stay here anymore. Take me away..."

"Are you calling it?"

Fugui spread out his palms, and the blue ball of light was burned by the red flame. It seemed to be in extreme pain and struggled violently, but could not break out of the flame.

"system……"

Looking at this scene, Ling Haoran's eyes were bloodshot.

Everyone also looked at the ball of light in Fugui's hand.

Is this the thing that helped this imposter occupy Ling Haoran's body?

The last glimmer of hope was shattered. Ling Haoran, no, Li Jianren, he knelt down again and kowtowed to the old sect leader with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was wrong. I didn't mean to do this. The system forced me to do this. Please forgive me, Master. Please, forgive me. I didn't mean to do this."

"Don't call me Master, I'm not your Master."

The old sect leader was so angry that his whole body was shaking and his eyes were red.

He wanted to slap the impostor to death, but he didn't know whether his poor apprentice was still alive, and was afraid of hurting him, so he was cautious.

Li Jianren's forehead was bruised, and playing the victim didn't work, so he started to use moral blackmail and threats.

"You are all immortals, I am just a mortal who knows nothing. You can't kill me, or you will be punished by God."

There is indeed an unwritten rule in the Cang Yue Continent.

Compared to mortals, monks are too powerful.

Therefore, killing mortals at will goes against the will of heaven, and one may easily be struck by lightning when undergoing the tribulation.

Only the demonic and evil cultivators don't care about this, most normal cultivators are very afraid of this.

The old sect leader sneered. If Haoran was really killed by this impostor, he would kill him even if it meant the backlash of karma.

As someone's master, but he fails to protect his disciple, how can he have the face to practice Taoism?

The old sect leader raised his right hand and drained all the spiritual power from his dantian.

"So what if it's God's punishment? I, an old man, will use all my skills today to pull a wandering ghost like you out of Haoran's body."

"Master, don't."

Several senior brothers wanted to stop it and wanted to take the place of the master.

In Li Jianren's horrified eyes, the hand was about to be placed on his head.

Suddenly, a clean white hand appeared and grasped the old sect leader's wrist.

The spiritual power stagnated instantly.

Qi An grinned: "Grandpa, let me do it. He owed someone a karma, and I want to get it back for her."