The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System: Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong (Novel) Vol. 4

by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù

But when they visited that old location now, he found that Luo Binghe’s demonic lackeys must have employed some mysterious technique, for the bamboo had actually flourished to form a canopy of rustling green.

Shen Qingqiu was pretty sure that the true reason for Luo Binghe’s absence was that he’d gracefully declined Luo Binghe’s request to sleep in the same bed, thus yet again hurting Maiden Luo’s glass heart.

Look, he’d only refused out of habit. If Luo Binghe had just pestered him a little more, he would have agreed! Who could have guessed that after a mere wave of his hand, Luo Binghe would rush out the door to go find a corner to sulkily grow mushrooms in…?

the stone gates were flung open and a silhouette barreled in, stumbling and tripping. At first, Shen Qingqiu’s expression sharpened, but after taking a good look at this person, he blurted out, “Luo Binghe?” It seemed that Luo Binghe hadn’t anticipated that another person would be within the inner hall. His dazed pupils contracted, leaving Shen Qingqiu’s face reflected in his jet-black irises, and what had originally been overflowing murderous intent abruptly transformed into ten thousand points of stupefaction.

All he could see at that moment was the fresh blood drenching Luo Binghe’s face and body. Luo Binghe took several steps forward, then his legs went weak. Shen Qingqiu went to meet him, just in time to catch Luo Binghe as he fell forward into his embrace.

To think there would come a day when Luo Binghe could be beaten up to this extent, and in his own territory! All right, to be honest, this couldn’t be considered a bug in the code. If the male lead of a stallion novel had turned gay, what type of plot development could qualify as a bug?

Therefore, Shen Qingqiu could bring another person back to Qing Jing Peak completely undetected. It was just that while concealing this from the other peaks was possible, concealing it from his own disciples was not. When he crept into the Bamboo House dragging Luo Binghe beside him, people were already waiting inside.

the ones most raring to deliver a beatdown unto him were those terrorists from Bai Zhan Peak. Because of Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe dared not strike back, so every time he ended up being a sitting duck as they chased and pummeled him. Even if they couldn’t beat him to death, it was incredibly troublesome.

Luo Binghe sent Ming Fan a sideways glance, and an expression of extreme loathing mixed with disbelief flashed in the depths of Luo Binghe’s eyes. The look was bone-piercingly cold. Ming Fan couldn’t help but clutch his broom tighter and shrink into himself, almost falling to the ground right there.

As he studied Luo Binghe’s pulse, Shen Qingqiu gave his hand and chest another couple of glances. A strange uneasiness crept over his heart. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong. As if…something was missing.

Shen Qingqiu internally rolled his eyes. “We’ve already reached this point, and you’re still throwing a tantrum?” he chided him. “The simple fact that I wouldn’t sleep with you two days ago was enough to make you this angry for this long?” At these words, the corner of Luo Binghe’s mouth seemed to twitch.

Liu Qingge opened fire right away. “Cang Qiong Mountain has a rule forbidding entrance to Luo Binghe.” “How come I’ve never heard of this rule?” “It’s new.” Ming Fan stretched out his head to interject. “That’s right, Shizun. Cang Qiong Mountain really does have that rule now. It’s just that Zhangmen-shibo hasn’t yet engraved it upon the rule slab. Everyone knows—” “You shut up!” Shen Qingqiu scolded him. Don’t think I don’t know that you’re the one who called Liu Qingge here, you rascal!

Shen Qingqiu rushed to put himself between them, bracing one leg on the bed board as he shielded Luo Binghe behind him. “Shidi, stop this.” Liu Qingge was surprised. “He’s injured?” Shen Qingqiu wanted dearly to bow to him.

“He should clean up his own mess. Cang Qiong Mountain will always be here to support you, but not him.” Luo Binghe suddenly let out a cold laugh. This aggravated the wounds on his chest, and he gritted his teeth, silently braving the pain.

Liu Qingge’s expression became cold with anger and disappointment. “Then continue protecting him!” After throwing down these words, he stomped out the door. It hadn’t been two seconds before he came stomping back, and he threw something into Shen Qingqiu’s arms. Shen Qingqiu caught it and looked: it was that fan of his, again.

Luo Binghe’s voice rang out from behind Shen Qingqiu, the sound a little raspy: “Liu Qingge?” It was said as a genuine, doubt-filled inquiry.

The more Luo Binghe listened, the odder the expression in his eyes became. As if testing the waters, he said the word: “Shizun?” “Mm?” Shen Qingqiu cocked his head. Both his tone and expression brimmed with one hundred and twenty percent warm indulgence—a promise to grant whatever request Luo Binghe might have. Luo Binghe withdrew his gaze, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Nothing. I just wanted to try…saying it.”

In the darkness, a pair of clear, glittering eyes flashed with cold light. Even after a long time, they did not close but remained fixed on the peacefully sleeping Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu’s long hair lay draped over his arm and between his fingers. Luo Binghe took hold of one of those black locks, his grip slowly clenching, and soundlessly mouthed a name over and over again. Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu.

That night, Shen Qingqiu’s dreams were both tortuous and unending.

The moment Shen Qingqiu was moved, he startled up, jolted even further awake. Luo Binghe took this chance to sit up and leave the bed. Shen Qingqiu was profoundly bewildered. Usually, it was impossible to dislodge Luo Binghe even when he kicked, yet this morning, Luo Binghe had voluntarily detached himself.

What a terrible fucking sleep he’d had. He was about to lose it! It’d been dream after dream! Dream after dream after dream after dream! Even his shameful dark memory of fighting the Skinner Demon in Shuang Hu City had been dredged up! And even dreams within dreams! The Immortal Alliance Conference, Jin Lan City, Hua Yue City, the Holy Mausoleum…he’d gone through everything like a merry-go-round, including the times he’d been beaten, the times he’d coughed up blood, the times his body had sprouted all over with foliage…

However, Luo Binghe failed to be pulled. He raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” Shen Qingqiu felt around beneath the pillow and pulled out a hair tie alongside a wooden brush. “What do you think?” Only then did Luo Binghe obediently sit down in front of him while glancing all around the Bamboo House.

Luo Binghe stilled for a while. Then he slowly turned his head and smiled at him before saying sweetly, “Shizun?” “Mm?” “Shizun.” “Mm.” It was as if this was Luo Binghe’s very first time using such a novel term of address; he repeated it again and again without pause.

Luo Binghe had just opened the door when he saw a delicate, orange-colored figure bound toward him. He took a good look, then said, full of smiles, “Yingying.” Unexpectedly, Ning Yingying shuddered and paled in shock. “What’s wrong with you, A-Luo?! Did you hit your head?! Why did you address me like that?! What the hell is with this ‘Yingying’—that’s terrifying!” Luo Binghe fell silent. Ning Yingying’s expression of pure horror had yet to fade. “Why didn’t you call me Ning-shijie?!”

With a wave, she solemnly placed a whisk and broom into Luo Binghe’s hands. “Shijie understands. Here.” Silence. “Don’t take offense, A-Luo,” Ning Yingying said sincerely. “You invariably want to clean Shizun’s Bamboo House by yourself, I know that. But the two of you were gone for a long time, so Da-shixiong and I could only get started on it ourselves. However, since you’ve returned, I’ll leave it to you. Shijie won’t compete with you for chores. When it comes to this, Shijie still understands.” Like fuck you do!

Only Luo Binghe had treated the peak’s disciples with respect and consciously maintained a strict distance every time he came; his reputation at Xian Shu Peak was correspondingly high. Therefore, everyone on Xian Shu Peak had given him tacit permission to enter the inner halls to wait.

So, Liu Mingyan also had things she wanted to hide. He casually pulled out the booklet she’d hidden and gave it a rough glance over. Finding the cover gaudy, with each of the title’s three words written in a more ridiculous cursive than the last, he wrinkled his brow. He smiled at the signature of “Sleeping Willow Flower” and flipped it open. And was struck silent.

Atop the bed, Luo Binghe reclined on his side and smiled. “What’s wrong? Why won’t Shizun come here?” While it was said in that same soft tone, touched by a little bit of hurt, his eyes told a different story. He was looking Shen Qingqiu up and down as if he’d never seen him before; it was like he was trying to scrape off a layer of Shen Qingqiu’s skin with his eyes.

Shen Qingqiu’s appearance was stellar: his shoulders were neither too broad nor too bulky, while his waist was thin and his legs long. Enveloped in Qing Jing Peak’s many-layered teal uniform, he was immaculate and slender, with a great deal of graceful beauty. Yes… It was his graceful beauty.

Luo Binghe’s fingers trailed down his side, occasionally squeezing and kneading. Hand. Hand. Thank you—hand! Your hand! When Shen Qingqiu went to grab Luo Binghe’s paw in a backhanded grip, he twisted. Somehow Shen Qingqiu found himself pressed down on top of Luo Binghe’s thigh with his legs apart, trapped in place. In the next moment, Luo Binghe caressed his nape before pulling him down, and his lips were captured again.

Yet at this time, and at this location, the situation was completely different. The sun hadn’t even set yet. Was sex in broad daylight really okay?! Had he sheltered this child so much it’d broken him?

But as Luo Binghe kneaded him, the pressure gentle yet varied, he felt a nigh unbearable prickling itch. Why is he so proficient? Why?! Even though he’s a virgin! Why?! An instant expert after only one time? Why?! How is this fair? I’m going to sue! I’m going to yell! Why?!

he involuntarily reached out and grabbed at Luo Binghe’s collar. But he missed the cloth, instead landing on the skin of Luo Binghe’s chest. The smooth, unblemished skin of his chest. In that moment, Shen Qingqiu’s mind went as blank and white as snow. Then his palm suddenly exerted great force, and he fired a spiritual blast at “Luo Binghe’s” heart.

“Luo Binghe” toyed with his hair. “For my part, I’m more curious as to how Shizun found me out.” Motherfucker. There were sword scars on both Luo Binghe’s palm and chest—once given to him by Shen Qingqiu himself!

Within the Bamboo House were two identical people with the same exact face. Other than one being dressed in white, the other in black, there was not a single discernible difference between them. At the black-robed Luo Binghe’s waist hung a sword sealed tightly within layers upon layers of paper talismans. To think that the once-kingly Xin Mo, overflowing with power and tyrannical energy, would end up bound in such a rough and unseemly manner, unable to release a single wisp of demonic energy.

Sandwiched between two attacks, “Luo Binghe” finally couldn’t maintain that provocative posture any longer. He flipped off the bed, not forgetting to give Shen Qingqiu’s waist another squeeze before leaving, then gracefully landed at the other end of the Bamboo House. “Shizun is so merciless with his attacks,” he said, adopting a sad expression. “Doesn’t his heart hurt for his disciple even a little?” Get the fuck out! Who’s your shizun?!

The sword-carrying, black-robed Luo Binghe threw himself forward and said in a rush, “Shizun, did that bastard do anything to you?” Uh, isn’t calling him a bastard basically calling yourself one?

Luo Binghe shook his head. “This disciple doesn’t know. The day before yesterday, I’d secluded myself within the underground palace’s inner halls when Xin Mo’s fragments unexpectedly glowed purple. Then this…person appeared, and in his hand was another Xin Mo. I exchanged blows with him, but in a moment of carelessness, I entered one of Xin Mo’s rifts, which sealed closed behind me. I only had enough time to swipe the sword from him.

And now a homegrown Green JJ gay had found himself in one of Zhongdian’s uncountable harems of beauties. The child must have been frightened out of his wits.

The original Luo Binghe was used to forever being at the center of everyone’s attention. Watching this duo jump on each other at first sight, thoroughly ignoring his existence and being all cloying and disgusting, filled him with an unspeakable irritation.

Shen Qingqiu was stunned silent. Playing around with who? Playing around with me? Bing-ge, you…you’d accept all comers?! Welcoming both men and women! Is this something like “both meat and fish are fine—I’m not picky, I’ll eat whatever I’m given”?

Bing-ge humphed. “Who made you so useless?” he asked disdainfully. “To think you have not a single woman.”

With the sword still in its sheath, they seemed to have engaged in a brawl. But this brawl was packing way too much destructive power! Dozens of yawning ditches had already been gouged into the ground. Bamboo toppled and sent fallen leaves scattering, while roosting birds soared into the sky with frightened cries. If this continued, the “clear and tranquil” Qing Jing Peak was going to end up shaved into a “bald-headed” Tu Ding Peak.

“We’re clearly the same person, so why does Shizun help him but hurt me?” Like fuck you’re the same person! The Luo Binghe he’d raised was eccentric Maiden Luo, a.k.a. Bing-mei, whose story, following Shen Qingqiu’s plot interference, had by the System’s grace been reshuffled onto the Green JJ’s danmei page. He wasn’t a Zhongdian stallion novel male lead like this guy, with his “cool badassery” oozing out of every pore and his head full of vulgar thoughts, who’d farmed and leveled-up on low-IQ villains and side characters. No, he’s nothing like you at all!

Suddenly, he said, “With technique that bad, what’s so good about him anyway?” When this line came out of nowhere, Shen Qingqiu’s hand trembled a little. But he forced it down and continued attacking. Unfortunately, Bing-ge refused to restrain himself. “Shizun, you’ve already experienced my prowess. Since we’re the same person, why not come with me? I’ll definitely give you more pleasure than he could.”

Fake. You faker. You’re still faking! As expected of Bing-ge, that two-faced backstabber, with his honeyed tongue and a belly full of knives, who could smile and agree with you while stabbing you a thousand times in his heart!

The corner of “Luo Binghe’s” lips twitched upward as he said, cheerful and ominous, “You still insist on lying about your feelings?” Heavenly demon blood. How could he forget? As long as it was a Luo Binghe, he could control the blood mites within Shen Qingqiu’s body! Two Luo Binghes openly competed with each other: one agitating the blood mites, the other suppressing them,

You won’t look? All right, you brought this upon yourself! Shen Qingqiu formed a seal with his left hand and crisply snapped his fingers, his expression hardening. The original was about to say something when a fluttering leaf streaked across his vision. The smile on his face froze. A fine trickle of blood slowly dripped down his cheek. All around him, bamboo leaves fell more and more thickly, until the leisurely drifting foliage suddenly sped up, each one slicing toward where he stood in the center like the frigid, cutting wind from the east. Plucking Leaves, Flying Flowers: Ultimate Version—Hundred Leaves, Thousand Flowers!

Since he’d come of age, no one had ever managed to push him this far. Being at such a disadvantage reminded him of the days when he’d been persecuted and humiliated, trampled over in all kinds of ways. The hot tea spilled upon his head, the cold and drafty woodshed, the relentless beating fists, the verbal abuse, the kneeling that lasted from the blazing afternoon into the dead of the night, the paucity of his meals. And connected to those days via a thousand inseparable threads was the face before him. But right now, that face’s owner stood beside a person identical to him, cradling his double’s broken arm, too afraid to touch it but also too worried to let go.

Even though they were both Luo Binghe… For what reason had that one been able to meet this sort of Shen Qingqiu, while he had only met a rotten bastard—vindictive, petty, and jealous to the core? For what reason?!