I am the villain in the book

The rapid “da-da-da” of hooves faded as Zhili, her face flushed with anger, rode away.

After such a blatant hint, receiving such a disappointing response would sour any woman's mood towards Xu Quan.

The fact that Zhili didn't slap Xu Quan was a testament to her restraint.

As for Xu Quan...

He stared blankly at Zhili's retreating figure, only then realizing he'd said the wrong thing.

It wasn't that Xu Quan had no feelings for Zhili; his previous statement was simply because he wasn't ready to marry.

So, normally, he should immediately chase after her to explain.

But perhaps all Heaven-blessed Sons were destined to be dense; Xu Quan, like Tang Chen and Chu An, possessed personal charm but lacked the understanding of how to please a woman.

Thus, after a moment's hesitation, Xu Quan didn't chase after Zhili, but instead spurred his horse towards Wei Changtian's carriage.

Two quarters of an hour later.

With a rumbling “boom,” the entire 300,000-strong army had left the previous night's camp, slowly marching westward along the official road.

Xu Quan, who had been “shadowing” Wei Changtian's carriage, breathed a sigh of relief.

The carriage hadn't experienced any unusual jolts, nor had any strange noises emerged from within, indicating that his imagined activities hadn't taken place.

Casting another slightly apprehensive glance at the carriage ahead, Xu Quan finally decided to stop “surveilling,” turning his horse towards another direction, presumably to find Zhili.

Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Wei Changtian had just finished his conversation with Xu Suisui.

After carefully questioning her, the results were similar to what he'd anticipated.

The most valuable information in the booklet was undoubtedly the names and approximate locations of the thirteen Heaven-blessed Sons, followed by some details about himself, and lastly, information about Kui Long.

Everything else was trivial.

Wei Changtian found this outcome within his “acceptable range,” so he didn't fly into a rage this time.

Or perhaps, things had already come to this point, and he was too lazy to get angry.

“Are you sure there's nothing else?”

Glancing at Xu Suisui, Wei Changtian reminded her again, “Don't give me another surprise in a few days.”

“No, no, no!”

Waving her hands frantically, Xu Suisui repeatedly assured him, “That's all there is!”

“Oh, right. Didn't you say before that your system wouldn't allow you to actively reveal the plot?”

Wei Changtian nodded, then asked suspiciously, “Now that the booklet's lost, I see you're still doing fine.”

“Because I didn't intentionally reveal it,”

Xu Suisui replied softly, “I didn't deliberately let the booklet be stolen.”

“Oh, that's true.”

Curling his lip, Wei Changtian stopped dwelling on such trivial matters and lowered his head to consider what to do next.

As he stopped speaking, Xu Suisui naturally didn't dare to disturb him, and the carriage quickly fell silent, with only the dense sound of horses' hooves rising and falling around them.

Time passed, and just when Xu Suisui was starting to feel sleepy, Wei Changtian suddenly raised his head and asked:

“How many experts did the Buddhist Sect leave in Fengyuan City?”

“Ah!”

Xu Suisui snapped awake from her drowsiness, thought for a moment, and immediately replied, “Three Second-Rank, five Third-Rank, a total of eight Upper Three Ranks.”

“Which temples do these people belong to?”

“Um, most are from White Horse Temple, which is the Buddhist Sect's main altar. A few are from smaller temples in the surrounding countries.”

“Where is White Horse Temple?”

“In the northeast, um, it's north of Dajue, a little south of Baidian.”

“...”

Frowning, Wei Changtian was clearly not very clear about this geographical location.

“Yes.”

Wei Changtian raised his eyelids and said casually:

“And it's a big problem.”

“If I'm not mistaken, your brother is going to be in trouble soon.”

“My brother?”

Xu Suisui was stunned when she heard this, “How did it involve him?”

“Hmph, who told him to be a Heaven-blessed Son.”

Wei Changtian narrowed his eyes and sneered:

“Thanks to you, things are going to get lively.”

“...”

Three thousand miles north of Dajue, White Horse Mountain, White Horse Temple.

An ancient temple of three thousand years, resplendent and magnificent, illuminated by the light of Buddha.

Perhaps because the author of 《 Martial Arts Great Pinnacle 》 was lazy and directly used the name of the "Central Plains First Ancient Temple" of his previous life, the largest temple in this world is also named "White Horse".

Located on the summit of a majestic mountain, towering green trees are everywhere, incense curls and prospers, and pilgrims are like weaving, endless on the way.

In terms of this scene alone, this place at first glance does not seem to be a temple, and can be completely called a Buddhist country.

At this moment, in the deepest part of this temple, in front of a hundred-zhang cliff, an old and a young man were talking under the feet of a huge Buddha statue.

The old man has white hair and a white beard, wearing a brocade cassock woven from ice silkworm gold thread, representing that he is the abbot of this White Horse Temple.

If you consider that White Horse Temple is the main altar of the Buddhist Sect, then this old monk is undoubtedly the most influential eminent monk in the entire Buddhist Sect.

But now, such an important figure who is important all over the world is standing beside a young man with his hands down, as if he is only the latter's subordinate.

“Young Master, this is...”

“I told you, I don't like this title.”

“Yes, yes, Young Master...”

His body trembled slightly, the old man seemed to be very afraid of this young man, and immediately changed his words.

“Young Master, this is the secret letter sent back from Fengyuan.”

“Um.”

The young man nodded, moved his gaze away from the rice paper in his hand, and looked back at the old man.

Melon-seed face, slender eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, fair skin, and smooth waist-length hair... If ordinary people were here, the first impression would definitely be that this person is a peerless beauty, not the Young Master in the old man's mouth.

It's just that the person's voice is indeed a male voice, so if you look at the whole, it has a bit of a "difficult to distinguish male from female" meaning.

“You've already read this letter, right?”

His gaze fell on the old man and then moved away, the young man looked up at the Buddha statue carved on the cliff in front of him.

“Spread the information about these thirteen people, and don't forget to tell the world that killing them can seize great luck.”

“...”

His body trembled, the old man suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief.

However, he did not dare to raise any questions, but asked in a trembling voice:

“Young, Young Master, what about Wei Changtian’s matter...”

“There’s no need to say this.”

The young man smiled: “As long as everyone knows who these thirteen people are, they can find him by checking casually.”

“Hehe, the world has been stable for so many years, it should be lively.”