Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

The natives of the game world remained indifferent while the two discussed game information. They seemed to automatically rationalize the game information the two players were saying and then give another reasonable response, which the two players took for granted.

Shen Ying had always believed that a game world could only have one player, and she didn't understand why she had this subconscious belief. Now it seems that this is not the case.

Shen Ying wondered if she had encountered other players in other games she couldn't remember. She wondered if they, like her, lost all memory of the games after each one.

In order to obtain more information, Shen Ying deliberately approached Wang Ziyu and Zhao Yu, but carefully avoided letting them realize that she was also a game player.

During her interactions, she became even more certain that anything a player says or does in front of an NPC, if it relates to the game, is automatically blocked, and the NPC has no way of knowing anything about the game.

However, when Shen Ying tried to mention the game to other NPCs, she felt an invisible threat that made her very uneasy, so much so that she dared not speak, which she found very strange.

As she spent more time with these two players, she saw things that both surprised and angered her.

These two players could communicate with the system effortlessly, receiving almost instant answers to their questions. They could also exchange their points for items in the system's shop. Perhaps believing the NPCs wouldn't notice, they acted with complete impunity and without restraint in front of Shen Ying.

Shen Ying was utterly astonished. As soon as she got back, she tried to do what the two of them had done and started calling out to the system in her mind. But... well, there was no response, just complete silence.

Shen Ying really wanted to swear at the system!

As the morning sun shone on the sect's training ground, Wang Ziyu and Zhao Yu were already full of energy and ready to face the new day's trials.

"Zhao Yu, I have a feeling today won't be easy either," Wang Ziyu said, stretching his limbs with a slight frown.

Zhao Yu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hang in there. Once the mission is complete, we can leave the game. It's rare to draw this Xianxia world. There are plenty of rare and precious treasures here. We can't waste them."

However, as soon as the trial began, they sensed something was wrong. Over the past two days, they felt that the increased difficulty of the trial had become even more complex, and the width of the ravines ahead had also increased considerably.

"What's going on?" Wang Ziyu accidentally scratched his arm with a branch that suddenly popped out.

Zhao Yu quickly came over to help: "Be careful! The difficulty of the trial has increased again."

At midday, the sun grew increasingly scorching, and they were drenched in sweat, yet dared not slacken their efforts in the slightest. Every attack and defense drained a great deal of their energy.

"Ouch!" Zhao Yu slipped and fell to the ground, scraping his knee.

Wang Ziyu helped him up, panting heavily, and said, "Hang in there!"

As evening fell and the other disciples finished their trials and went back to rest, the two of them were still struggling. By the end of the day, their bodies were covered with wounds of all sizes, and they were utterly exhausted.

"Why is this happening? Why has the trial suddenly become so intense?" Zhao Yu complained listlessly.

Wang Ziyu gazed at the sunset on the horizon, looking bewildered: "I don't know either. Could it be that we accidentally offended some powerful figure from a sect?"

Zhao Yu swallowed hard, and said uncertainly, "No...no way?"

The next day, the sun was still shining brightly. Wang Ziyu and Zhao Yu arrived at the training ground early as usual, ready to begin their training. Suddenly, they heard disciples whispering among themselves.

“Look, Immortal Lord Qingyu is here again. He’s been coming these past few days.” A disciple said, his face full of surprise.

"I guess it's because the sect competition is about to start, that's why they're coming so frequently," another disciple speculated.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ziyu and Zhao Yu couldn't help but look in the direction of Immortal Lord Qingyu. They saw Immortal Lord Qingyu, tall and imposing, with a cold expression, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone.

When his gaze swept lightly over Wang Ziyu and Zhao Yu, both of them felt a chill run down their spines, as if his thoughts had been read. However, Immortal Lord Qingyu only paused slightly before shifting his gaze away, and as usual, he turned and left without uttering a word.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I feel like Qingyu Immortal Lord's eyes are really scary."

Wang Ziyu nudged him with her elbow: "Don't talk nonsense, or someone might hear you."

Zhao Yu shrank back and remained silent.

Soon, the day of the sect competition began.

As dawn broke, the area in front of Qingyunmen's mountain gate was already bustling with people.

The disciples in charge of receiving guests, Wu Xiaofeng and Lin Yuwei, stood in front of the mountain gate early in the morning, their faces beaming with warm smiles.

A short while later, the first group from the Xuanfeng Sect slowly approached. Wu Xiaofeng quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Welcome, fellow Daoists, to the Qingyun Sect. This way, please." One of the men, who appeared to be the sect leader, nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your trouble, young friend."

As time went on, more and more sects and disciples arrived. A junior disciple from Hundred Flowers Valley muttered, "When will they finally get us settled?" Upon hearing this, Lin Yuwei quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, don't worry, it'll be your turn soon."

As noon approached, the sun hung high in the sky, and the air was thick with heat. An elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect frowned and said to Wu Xiaofeng, "The accommodations arranged here are too simple and do not suit our sect's status." Wu Xiaofeng replied calmly, "Elder, please do not be offended. This is a temporary arrangement. We will adjust your sect to a more suitable courtyard later."

By sunset, most sects had been settled. Wu Xiaofeng and Lin Yuwei were exhausted and covered in sweat, but they remained at their posts. At this moment, another sect—Star Pavilion—rushed over. Wu Xiaofeng quickly stepped forward and said, "You've all had a long journey. I'll take you to your resting place now."

Despite the busy and tiring day, the preliminary arrangements for the sect competition were successfully completed thanks to the efforts of the Qingyun Sect disciples.

That day, Shen Ying followed Immortal Lord Qingyu to the venue of the sect competition. As soon as she stepped into the venue, Shen Ying was shocked by the grand scene before her.

The spacious square was packed with people, disciples from all sides gathered together. Sunlight shone on them, illuminating their faces filled with anticipation and fighting spirit. Colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound.

The arena stood tall, solid and solemn, as if recounting countless fierce battles of the past. The surrounding spectators either whispered excitedly, discussing the exciting duel that was about to begin, or held their breath, their eyes fixed on the arena, waiting for the contestants to appear.

In the distance, the flags of various sects fluttered in the wind, displaying their respective glory and prestige. The entire scene was filled with a tense yet exciting atmosphere, making everyone's blood boil.

In the spacious square, the leaders and important figures of various sects gathered solemnly. The leaders, with solemn expressions, took turns delivering impassioned speeches, explaining the rules and purpose of the competition and encouraging their disciples to strive hard and bring glory to their sects. After the lively opening ceremony, everyone rested.

In the afternoon, the preliminary rounds officially began. The students nervously and expectantly drew lots to determine their opponents and order of appearance.

Shen Ying sat beside Immortal Lord Qingyu and watched the battle. She saw a disciple form hand seals and chant incantations, and a beam of light shot towards his opponent in an instant.

The other disciple dodged to the side and launched a counterattack, wielding his longsword and unleashing a whistling sword aura.

Some audience members craned their necks, while others stood on tiptoe, their eyes fixed on the stage, occasionally bursting into cheers.

In the semi-finals, the battle intensified. A burly disciple roared and charged forward, his fists slamming down like hammers. His opponent, however, leaped lightly into the air, somersaulting and kicking him in the back.

Shen Ying watched the intense match intently, her hand unconsciously tightening its grip on Qingyu Xianjun's robe. Qingyu Xianjun's gaze lightly swept over her hand, then he took out an exquisitely embroidered brocade pouch from his storage bag.

He then handed the brocade bag to Shen Ying, who curiously opened it and found it filled with fairy raspberries.

In an instant, a sweet aroma wafted over, and the delicious sweet and sour taste immediately caught Shen Ying's attention, making her eager to start enjoying the food.