NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3:
Chapter 3: Although I’m the Villain, I’m Truly a Good Person!:
Qin Jiuge got out of bed.
Looking at the two bed-warming maids, fast asleep and without a stitch of clothing, he couldn’t help but sigh at the decadence of a life of privilege.
He didn’t wake them up; instead, he covered them with a blanket to keep them from catching cold.
“Y-Young Master…”
Suddenly, the two maids stirred awake, and as if frightened, immediately knelt.
“This servant accidentally fell asleep. We deserve to die for our negligence. Please punish us, Young Master.”
Their bodies trembled slightly, terrified that Qin Jiuge would have them killed.
“It’s alright, you both worked hard through the night. If you’re still sleepy, go back to sleep; don’t mind me.”
Qin Jiuge spoke calmly.
Unexpectedly, this only made the two maids shake even more, kowtowing repeatedly, tears streaming down: “Please spare us, Young Master! We won’t fall asleep again. Spare us, please!”
Qin Jiuge: “…”
Qin Jiuge was speechless.
The original author had portrayed Qin Jiuge as a cruel, hypocritical villain so that the protagonist could righteously humiliate him, establishing him as the villain.
As a result, all the maids around him feared and resented him deeply.
Now, even his genuine kindness in letting them rest was seen as a potential death sentence.
Forget it!
“Mistakes should indeed be punished.” Qin Jiuge said coldly.
The two maids trembled, bowing their heads even lower.
Qin Jiuge kept his expression stern, his voice emotionless: “Your punishment is to lie back down, close your eyes, and get a good sleep until you’re fully rested.”
“Huh?”
What kind of punishment was this?
The two maids froze, exchanging looks of astonishment.
“Huh, what?”
Seeing their dumbfounded expressions, Qin Jiuge nearly laughed but held it in, keeping a straight face. “Disobeying my orders now, are we? Sleep, quickly!”
“Oh, oh, yes…yes, sir.”
Scared, the two hurriedly lay back down on the bed.
“Close your eyes.” Qin Jiuge said again, pulling the blanket over them.
Only then did he walk over to a table, where he picked up a long robe in blue and white ancient style and draped it over himself.
“Young…Young Master, should we assist you in dressing…”
A soft voice came from the bed.
Qin Jiuge, exasperated, turned around and met their big, watery eyes. Feeling a bit soft-hearted, he pretended to be fierce: “Sleep!”
“If you don’t sleep for a full four hours, I’ll have you fed to the wolves.”
With that, Qin Jiuge opened the door and walked out.
Once the door closed again, the two maids dared to open their eyes, filled with confusion. They seemed to wonder why the Young Master seemed like a different person today. Not only did he not punish them, but he even told them to get more rest.
Could it be that the sun had risen in the west?
…
The Absolute Beginning Holy Land was built upon Mount Absolute Beginning.
Stretching for tens of thousands of miles, its peaks undulated, surrounded by auspicious clouds, with cranes flying by and mystical beasts calling out, creating a paradise-like scene.
Following his memories, it only took a few minutes for Qin Jiuge to reach a massive square.
The square was already filled with people.
The seven peak lords hovered in the sky, with more than thirty elders on either side, each exuding a powerful aura that demonstrated the strength of the Absolute Beginning Holy Land.
At the center of the square, thousands of new disciples eagerly awaited.
They all hoped to perform well in the selection ceremony, wishing to be accepted by a peak lord or, at the very least, an elder, as a direct disciple.
“Xiao Jiuge, come over here; we’re just waiting for you.”
The call came from a middle-aged man dressed in lavish robes.
This was Qin Jiuge’s father in this life, Qin Wuyai, the Great Elder of the Absolute Beginning Holy Land, powerful in cultivation, second only to the Holy Lord himself.
“Greetings, Father.” Qin Jiuge said, bowing respectfully.
Qin Wuyai cherished Qin Jiuge deeply, searching high and low for rare treasures to refine his body from a young age, raising his average talent to its current level of cultivation.
In his previous life, Qin Jiuge had underestimated the consequences of killing the heroine on Mount Absolute Beginning.
Because of his inexperience with killing, he was exposed. If not for his father’s sacrifice to shield him from the Holy Lord, he would have never escaped the Holy Land.
In short, without his father, he likely wouldn’t have survived his previous life.
In the original novel, Qin Wuyai also sacrificed himself for his son.
Because of this, Qin Jiuge held great respect for him.
“Well, since there’s still time, go pay your respects to the Holy Lord. Xiyue is there too. Today’s the disciple recruitment day, and as the senior disciple, you and Xiyue need to set a good example,” Qin Wuyai said with a hearty laugh.
Knowing that Qin Jiuge liked Nangong Xiyue, he was deliberately creating an opportunity for them.
He even winked encouragingly.
Qin Jiuge felt a pang of emotion.
Before transmigrating, he had been an orphan. In his previous life, his focus on system tasks had caused him to overlook the bond between father and son. It was only after Qin Wuyai’s death for his sake that he felt any stir of emotion.
Qin Jiuge smiled. “Yes, Father.”
With that, he walked toward the main hall.
What he agreed to was only to greet the Holy Lord and set an example as the senior disciple, not to fawn over Nangong Xiyue. He wasn’t the original Qin Jiuge, so why should he be a sycophant?
As they say:
—“Simps never get the house.”