Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

"Brother, Xiao Changfeng has been making strange moves lately. Do you really know nothing about it?" Xiao Lin asked in a low voice, quite indignant.

Xiao Qi'an did not respond.

“Brother, you must know what Xiao Changfeng is planning. If Xiao Yue Manor really falls into his hands, you and I will have nowhere to stand. A person like him will destroy Xiao Yue Manor sooner or later once he takes the position of manor lord! Can you really just sit idly by and watch him bully you?” Xiao Lin was furious and did not care about Xiao Qi’an’s feelings when he spoke. He regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, but he stubbornly refused to back down.

Xiao Qi'an then looked up at him.

The renowned and elegant young master of the martial arts world had completely lost his composure at this moment, wishing he could stand on end so that his good brother would understand his good intentions and dissatisfaction.

"Look at the state you've become! Get down. If you dare say another word, don't bother coming to see me again." Xiao Qi'an's voice was unusually cold.

"Brother!" Xiao Lin raised his voice.

"Get down!" Xiao Qi'an said in a deep voice.

"Brother, if you continue to let him run wild, you'll regret it sooner or later." Xiao Lin said this and turned to leave.

Xiao Qi'an threw down the book in his hand and rubbed his temples heavily.

*

Xiao Yue Manor is built on the world's highest mountain, so its grandeur is naturally extraordinary.

The mountain is shrouded in mist and clouds; stepping into this place is like entering a fairyland.

The group fell silent, holding their breath, lest they disturb the tranquility of the mountain dwellers.

Chu Yun looked around like the others, seemingly casual, but actually secretly observing every plant and tree in the mountains.

After walking for about half an hour, the group finally arrived at their lodging.

Today, all those who passed through the checkpoint were arranged in the northwest corner of Xiaoyue Manor. The place was rather desolate, with fallen leaves covering the ground, as if no one had swept it for a long time.

"The martial arts tournament will be held soon, and many distinguished guests have come to the manor. There are limited rooms available, so please make yourselves rest here," the guide said apologetically.

When these words were spoken, everyone had different expressions.

Realizing they weren't honored guests and could only stay in this dilapidated place, several people immediately threw their sleeves in protest.

Some whispered, "We went through so much trouble to get in, how come we're not as good as those young masters from those sects?"

"Yes, this is outrageous. No matter what, we got in here on our own merit. How can they treat us so disrespectfully?"

……

The scene was a little awkward.

The man in black stepped forward and said, "This place is quiet and secluded, the best place to practice martial arts. I suppose the manor made this arrangement so that we can prepare well for the selection competition and not worry about worldly affairs."

In short, he pointed out that those who still harbor resentment came to Xiaoyue Manor to learn martial arts and seek the Dao, not to enjoy themselves. Getting agitated over a few words is a major taboo in martial arts practice.

Unfortunately, although they understood, it was too late.

"Number three, number fifteen, number thirty-seven... number one hundred and one, please follow me down the mountain," the guide said coldly.

These are people who have just either flung their sleeves or uttered words to express their dissatisfaction.

The person whose number was called looked ashen-faced. Number three rushed out first, asking, "What does this mean?"

“Your Dao hearts are not stable; you are probably not destined for my Xiao Yue Manor,” the guide said.

"Nonsense! We went through so much trouble to get into Xiaoyue Manor, and you think you can just kick us out of the mountain with a few words? On what grounds?" Number Three's voice trembled with anger.

"Yes, why?"

"You say our Dao heart is unstable, so we really are? What right do you have to say that!"

……

"Please don't forget, everyone. The selection process began the moment you stepped into Xiaoyue Manor. The first test of your attitude towards this remote place of residence is the selection process itself."

Those who practice martial arts must have a calm mind in order to achieve something. Being unmoved by honor or disgrace, and serving the country and its people, is the first precept of my Xiaoyue Manor.

"You are so easily disturbed by a mere place of residence, and your gossipy nature makes you unsuitable for my Xiao Yue Manor. Please come down the mountain with me immediately. If you disobey, don't blame Xiao Yue Manor for showing no mercy."

The guide's gaze was cold, and his words were forceful and resounding, crushing the pride of those people. The group was both angry and annoyed, and no matter how unwilling they were, they dared not cause trouble at Xiaoyue Manor. They could only descend the mountain in disgrace.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, they were entering the village in high spirits, but now they are leaving in a sorry state. Even those who stayed behind couldn't help but feel a little sad, even though they were relieved.

Who would have thought the selection process would begin so quickly?

Everyone had to be on high alert, for fear of being kicked out as well.

*

The rooms prepared by Xiaoyue Manor were very simple, with only a bed, a table and two chairs as essentials.

But after that initial show of force, no one dared to complain; they had to put on a smiling face and happily tidy up the house.

Chu Yun wasn't picky about her accommodations. After roughly cleaning the dust in the room, she sat down in a chair and carefully recalled the scene of going up the mountain that day.

When they went up the mountain, they took the main road, but the huge mountain villa was hidden high in the mountains and deep in the forest. There must be many unknown paths. She still needed to figure out these paths to make things easier for her in the future.

It seems we should go out and investigate again while it's still dark.

Chu Yun was lost in thought when a sound suddenly came from the doorway.

Xiao Lin appeared at the door of Chu Yun's room without anyone noticing.

He was handsome, with striking features and a face like jade. The soft sunlight shining on him added to his charm.

He waved his ever-present folding fan, laughing heartily. He had changed into a dazzling red dress, and with his amorous peach blossom eyes, he stared intently at Chu Yun, looking incredibly charming.

Chu Yun frowned. Although she really wanted to lure Xiao Lin, this big fat fish, into the trap, his current behavior was really a bit unreliable.

What is he trying to do?

Seduction?

Chu Yun glanced at him, then quickly looked away and lowered her eyes.

Feeling utterly ignored, Xiao Lin felt embarrassed, his expression stiffening for a moment.

He stared intently at Chu Yun and coughed a few times.

Chu Yun remained unmoved, acting as if the person in the room wasn't there.

Xiao Lin felt a tightness in his chest that made him ache.

If gazes could materialize, Chu Yun would probably have been pierced through by Xiao Lin's gaze by now.

Even though Xiao Lin stared at Chu Yun intently, Chu Yun didn't react at all.

This stubbornness reminded Xiao Lin of his own elder brother, and his chest ached even more.

If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain; if there are no steps, I'll create them myself. Xiao Lin suppressed his heart-wrenching cough and his rather unrestrained gaze, and after a long pause, he finally spoke: "Miss Wen."

He hadn't lost his mind after all. In his speech, Xiao Lin wasn't abrupt and addressed Chu Yun respectfully as Miss Wen.

There was silence in the room.

Xiao Lin looked at Chu Yun's beautiful features and was so angry he almost fell over backwards.

He, such a handsome and talented young man, was standing right in front of her, yet Wen Chuyun completely ignored him. Not only that, if he wasn't mistaken, was the person in front of him in a daze?

Is there any justice in the world?

For a moment, Xiao Lin really wanted to turn around and leave.