Chapter 2

As Yan Zhaoge walked down the road, various sounds reached his ears.

"Salutations, Senior Brother Yan."

"Senior Brother Yan, greetings."

These were polite greetings exchanged among fellow disciples.

"Junior Brother Yan, your cultivation has improved again. Good, good, truly a leader among the young generation, a genius among geniuses!"

"Senior Elder Yan has a successor, truly a tiger father does not have a dog son!"

These were the praises and commendations from senior fellow disciples.

"Senior Brother Yan's aura is getting stronger, yet he looks so gentle..."

"Ah, so I'm not the only one feeling this way?"

"But... but the more so, the more I..."

"Yes, yes!"

"Hehe, what is it, you shameless little girl!"

"Senior Sister! You... you're the same as me!"

Well, these were some young female disciples who were just beginning to experience the stirrings of love...

"Be composed, be composed." Yan Zhaoge said to himself while smiling brightly and nodding at them.

The burly man beside him smiled in a very simple and honest way: "Young Master..."

Yan Zhaoge, who was already familiar with his habits, glanced at him: "Is there anything else?"

This man was his personal attendant, a loyal and trusted confidant.

In theory, to avoid exposing his穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which can be translated as "穿越" in English, but in this context, it means "穿越" as in "穿越" to another world or time, so it's better to translate it as "穿越" or "穿越" to another world/time) situation, he should avoid contact with those close to the original owner of his body.

However, this was a double-edged sword. On the other hand, interacting with such people would help Yan Zhaoge better integrate into the current world.

Fortunately, besides the body, Yan Zhaoge also inherited the original owner's memories.

Otherwise, just the language barrier alone would have been a significant obstacle.

"Young Master, I've investigated that Ye Jing. Although he has shown some improvement recently, he is still insignificant. Moreover, he seems to bear a grudge against you. What do you think we should do..."

Yan Zhaoge quickly rolled his eyes, unnoticed by others: "Yes, that's exactly the rhythm."

The henchman would first provoke and attack, then get his legs broken, the young master would feel his dignity was damaged and personally step in, only to be beaten so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him. Finally, the father and the whole family would step in, only to be wiped out...

What a perfect script, isn't it?

"Perfect my ass!" If he were to play the role of a cannon fodder antagonist, it would certainly not be a pleasant experience.

It seemed he had suddenly transformed from a carefree second generation who didn't need to strive to a background character for the true protagonist's rise?

Yan Zhaoge's thoughts at this moment were quite absurd.

Even if he had good luck, he might just be the true protagonist's arch-nemesis, an indestructible cockroach who never dies and becomes even stronger each time he reappears, merely a recurring character for the protagonist to gain experience and equipment?

If he had bad luck, he might not even survive a few chapters?

And generally, a small boss like himself, with a background that could lead to a more powerful boss like his father, had a higher chance of being cannon fodder within a few chapters...

He shouldn't even think about striking first, trying to eliminate these true protagonists before they rise. Given their nature, such actions would often just provide them with a great opportunity to rise even faster, turning a setback into a comeback.

The result would be that they would be fine, and instead, they would rapidly become stronger and come back to slap him in the face.

The protagonist's aura was so domineering and unreasonable, if it decided to crush you as cannon fodder, it would do so in a hundred different ways.

"What will be this Ye Jing's golden finger? A super secret technique before the great destruction? Or some supreme divine artifact, or perhaps a grandfather who always accompanies him? Reincarnated?"

Yan Zhaoge's smile was slightly strange as he waved his hand: "Don't worry about him."

The burly man scratched his head: "Yes, Young Master."

Although the current script seemed to have a problem, he also had his own golden finger...

Due to the generational gap caused by the great destruction, although there were connections, there were still some differences in the martial arts cultivation systems between the two eras. The conditions of the two bodies were also different, so Yan Zhaoge needed to adjust and adapt, studying and improving the numerous martial arts classics in his mind. Otherwise, his current cultivation would have progressed at a rapid pace.

After arriving in this world, besides carefully adapting to the new environment and identity, most of Yan Zhaoge's energy was spent on combining the current situation with the knowledge he remembered.

Now, he had already achieved significant results, and a great leap forward was just around the corner.

Given that his cultivation realm was still limited in both his previous and current life, his improvements were mainly targeted at his current realm and similar realms.

After all, one must eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.

However, as his cultivation improved, combining theory with practice, a broader horizon was already unfolding before him.

At the same time, various methods of forging weapons, alchemy formulas, and other things would also cause a stir in this era.

The inquiry he had given to his subordinates about the Liyan True Fire seed was related to this.

If the experiment succeeded, it would undoubtedly bring Yan Zhaoge a huge reward.

Yan Zhaoge pursed his lips: "Dragon meets dragon, king meets king, let's see who is the true dragon."

"Perhaps this Ye Jing is not a protagonist, and I'm just being overly sensitive and overthinking. Let's observe for now."

However, how to deal with the girl who was consumed by the original owner of his body was a bit of a headache for Yan Zhaoge.

For his current self, whether it was status or strength, improving himself was the top priority.

As for beautiful women, he didn't have the time to actively pursue them, but he didn't reject those who came to him.

However, the historical issue left by the original owner of his body was indeed a bit of a headache.

Although he complained, he wasn't really bothered by it. Yan Zhaoge smiled and shook his head, then handled his affairs and returned to his residence to rest and meditate. The next day, he went to the sect's executive hall.

The disciples heading to the Dragon Suppressing Abyss had already gathered in a side hall.

When Yan Zhaoge entered, everyone's eyes lit up, and their gazes focused on him.

Yan Zhaoge remained calm, his gaze sweeping the room. A tall and beautiful girl walked toward him.

This girl looked to be about sixteen or seventeen, with a face that was already breathtakingly beautiful, surpassing even the girl surnamed Lin. She seemed to embody the essence of the world, as if she were not of this earth, but her eyes, which were an unusual ice blue, gave her a somewhat cold demeanor.

Sikong Qing, another rising star among the young generation of Guangcheng Mountain, though young, had already gained a reputation. Her talent was on par with Yan Zhaoge, and she was hailed as another young genius of Guangcheng Mountain, earning the favor of many senior members of the sect.

Seeing her, Yan Zhaoge felt the urge to roll his eyes again.

From what he knew, after being dumped by the girl surnamed Lin, Ye Jing had met Sikong Qing. Before he joined Guangcheng Mountain, the two had formed a good friendship due to certain circumstances.

They were currently just pure friends, but according to certain scripts, a deeply backgrounded, highly talented, and stunningly beautiful girl who was cold to others but showed special favor to one seemingly ordinary person...

This girl, who was superior to the Lin girl in every way, had a high chance of becoming the main lady under Ye Jing's protagonist aura as time passed.

Beside Sikong Qing stood a slender youth, who was staring at Yan Zhaoge with a sharp gaze.

This slender youth was, of course, Ye Jing.

Yan Zhaoge could clearly see the long-suppressed flames in his eyes, ready to burst at any moment.