Quick Transmigration: Finding a Successor for a Sect in JX3

Sikong Qianlu laughed for a long time before she finally managed to stop, though she would occasionally hum a little.

Seeing Hong Fei slowly sipping her tea, Si Kong Qianluo asked, "Is there anything else fun to do?"

Hong Fei put down her teacup and rubbed her chin. Tilting her head, she looked at Sikong Qianluo and said, "Do you know? For a while, the disciples of Chunyang would draw their swords and attack any Mingjiao disciple they saw. During that period, the Mingjiao disciples were being chased and killed by the Chunyang disciples in a chaotic manner."

"Do they have some deep-seated hatred for each other?" Sikong Qianluo asked.

“No, not at all,” Hong Fei said.

"Then why do Chunyang disciples chase and kill Mingjiao disciples whenever they see them?" Sikong Qianluo didn't understand.

Hong Fei shook her head with amusement and said, "The Ming Cult disciples are just being foolish."

"Huh? What happened?" Sikong Qianluo asked.

“During that time, Ming Cult disciples were selling lamb skewers in Chang'an. There was nothing wrong with selling lamb skewers, but they just had to be cheeky. They put up a sign on their lamb skewer stall that said ‘Fresh Lamb.’ Doesn’t that sound normal?” Hong Fei said.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” Sikong Qianluo didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.

“Yes! It sounds normal, but it doesn’t look normal,” Hongfei continued.

"It looks like? What do you mean?" Sikong Qianluo asked curiously.

"Sigh! On those Ming Cult disciples' signs, the character for 'sheep' in 'fresh mutton'... isn't that handwritten? They've pasted up portraits of Chunyang disciples!" Hong Fei couldn't help but laugh as she said this.

"Ah! This...this...you really brought this on yourself," Sikong Qianluo said in surprise. She couldn't help but laugh after saying that.

Sikong Changfeng and Tang Lian, standing outside the courtyard, exchanged a glance and couldn't help but chuckle. No wonder the Ming Cult disciples were being hunted down for what they'd done.

Sikong Qianluo laughed for a while and then asked Hong Fei, "What happened to those Ming Cult disciples afterward?"

Hongfei shrugged and said, "What else can we do? We'll just get beaten black and blue."

"That's all? Weren't you supposed to be chasing them?" Sikong Qianluo was quite surprised to hear that they had only been beaten black and blue.

"What are you thinking? They were just playing a prank on each other. They don't have any deep-seated hatred for each other. Are they going to kill each other without giving them a beating?" Hong Fei said to Sikong Qianluo speechlessly.

"But seriously, why would the Ming Cult disciples think of posting portraits of Chunyang disciples?" Sikong Qianluo asked.

Hong Fei smiled and said, "This is related to the nickname of the Chunyang disciples. Chunyang's nickname is 'Sheep Sheep,' and they are also known as Master Sheep and Happy Sheep. That's why the Ming Cult disciples make fun of them like this."

"Oh! I understand." Sikong Qianluo nodded.

"Hongfei, you just said that the nickname of the Taoist sect is Persian Cat, so why is that?" Sikong Qianluo asked.

"The term 'Persian Cat' mainly refers to the disciples of the Ming Cult. Their personalities are like cats—proud and sexy. Moreover, the Ming Cult's base is located in the desert near Persia, where the people are passionate and fiery, similar to the personality of cats that originated in Persia. That's why the disciples of the Ming Cult are called 'Persian Cats,'" Hong Fei explained.

Sikong Qianluo said to Hongfei with longing, "That sounds really interesting, I really want to meet you!"

“There will be an opportunity,” Hong Fei said to Sikong Qianluo.

"Is that all?" Sikong Qianluo looked at Hongfei expectantly.

Hong Fei smiled at Sikong Qianluo and asked, "What else would you like to hear?"

"Are there any other fun things to do?" Sikong Qianluo asked.

Hongfei thought about it carefully and said, "Yes!"

Sikong Qianluo asked, "What is it? Tell me quickly!"

Hong Fei pointed at Sikong Qianluo and said, "In the world of JX3, there are two major rival forces: the Haoqi Alliance and the Evil Valley. The young masters of these two forces are good brothers who grew up together and went through life and death together. However, these two forces don't like each other. They have a small battle every three days and a big battle every seven days. They fight back and forth, and each side has its victories and defeats."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Qianlu blinked and said, "It's nothing."

"You know what fighting is, right? People usually shout slogans. Do you know what slogans they shout every time they fight?" Hong Fei mischievously stopped at the crucial point.

Sikong Qianluo fell for the trick and pressed for an answer: "What is it?"

"The slogans of both the Evil Valley and the Righteous Alliance are: 'Down with Old Xie/Old Wang! Snatch the young alliance leader/young valley master and make him/her their bandit queen,'" Hong Fei said with a smile.

Sikong Qianluo was a little stunned and asked Hong Fei, "Is their young alliance leader or young valley master a woman?"

“No! I already told you they’re brothers, of course they’re men,” Hong Fei said.

"Then why?" Sikong Qianluo didn't quite understand.

"The world of JX3 is very open. Men and women, men and men, and women and women can be together as long as they like each other. So a lot of people like to pair up others based on their imagination. So you don't need to take this seriously, they're just saying it for fun," Hongfei said.

Sikong Qianluo suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I see!"

“Yes! Don’t you think this is fun?” Hongfei asked.

"Huh?" Sikong Qianluo was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding what was happening.

Seeing that Sikong Qianluo didn't understand, Hongfei said, "Imagine two groups fighting. When they're exchanging threats, one group shouts that they'll overthrow the other leader and take his heir home to be their own heir's wife. The other group just says ordinary threats. Which group do you think is more imposing?"

Following Hong Fei's words, Si Kong Qianluo imagined for a moment and said, "It seems that the first team does indeed have more momentum."

Hongfei then asked, "Which slogan do you think is more fun?"

Sikong Qianluo thought for a moment and said, "The kind you mentioned is more fun."

“That’s right.” Hong Fei continued, guiding Sikong Qianluo, “Think about it again, what if both sides’ heirs were men? Does that make a good picture?”

Following Hong Fei's words, Si Kong Qianluo imagined it. She nodded repeatedly, saying, "I've got it, I've got it. This scene is really fun."

Hong Fei continued, "Think about it again. If you were a subordinate of one of those two major powers, and you heard that your young master was to be taken as a wife by the rival, wouldn't you feel ashamed?"

Sikong Qianlu thought for a moment, then shuddered and said, "That's too embarrassing."

"So, do you think it's better to steal someone from the other side, or to have your own people stolen by the other side? Do you think your subordinates will work harder?" Hong Fei asked leisurely.

This question wasn't just on Sikong Qianluo's mind; Tang Lian, outside the courtyard, was also thinking about it. Tang Lian imagined the scene and shuddered. Her face turned ashen, as if she'd eaten something terrible.

Sikong Changfeng, however, just stood there, shaking his shoulders and trying not to laugh.