Villain: Starting with a Flawless Body, Born Invincible

142: Bro, I can’t sleep...“The main quest is out?”

“Wow, really? Let me check the rewards… experience… gone?”

“A bit stingy, but does this mean what you see is what you get?”

“This quest… are we all underlings of the villain?”

“Not underlings, but more like people from the villain’s faction?”

“Does that mean we also have someone backing us?”

“Looking at it that way, it doesn’t seem so bad!?”

Many people began to whisper, but at the same time, many were also anxious.

They were just playing a game, but unexpectedly, they arrived in this Another World (Otherworld), and the journey home was even more distant.

But fortunately, with Jun Lingxiao’s promise, they had more time to rest and think, then calm down and ponder their future.

“Since they can revive, rules still need to be established. First, draft a suitable set of rules and send them to me. Then, tomorrow, I will arrange for people to come and teach them how to Cultivate.”

After Jun Lingxiao instructed Ling Tian, he turned to leave. Unexpectedly, several women seized the opportunity and surrounded him.

They chattered about Jun Lingxiao’s deeds, saying that it was because of him that they played this game, and that he was their idol.

“Jun Lingxiao! Please sign something for me!”

Saying this, a woman handed him a pen. Jun Lingxiao glanced at it, surprised to find that it was a product of this world—a brush, with a moist ink tip.

It seemed they hadn’t brought anything from their world when they Transmigrated here.

After thinking this, Jun Lingxiao readily accepted, took the pen, and asked what to sign and where.

“Sign my name! Du Qian, just sign it on my face! Like a stamp.”

The woman named Du Qian was the boldest and most fervent among them. The passion in her eyes was unconcealed; her gaze only held him. Indeed, as she said, she was his fan.

But signing on her face… Jun Lingxiao felt a bit awkward.

Why did he feel like something was strange?

Which fan would ask their idol to sign on their face?

As he thought this, Du Qian seemed to notice the gazes of others and, feeling something was amiss, quickly corrected herself: “Then my chest, sign on my chest.”

Whether it was a uniform or something else, the players’ clothing was generally similar. The men all wore robes, in white, grey, and red. The women all wore dresses, specifically strapless long dresses, but with high slits in the skirt, revealing their thighs, and a wider variety of colors.

Du Qian wore a white long dress with slits on both sides. When she stood, she appeared elegant yet opulent, noble and graceful, no different from a fairy in a novel.

But when she moved, she gained a few touches of a modern woman’s liveliness and uninhibitedness. She dared to say anything, dared to do anything, full of boldness.

As she approached Jun Lingxiao, her half-exposed breasts from the strapless long dress, he finally realized what was amiss.

It was her eyes, a fan’s possessiveness towards her idol right before her. A look that allowed no one else to touch, belonging solely to her.

Within the Jun Family, some female Disciples also admired him, but they would not openly display such a look, because it was not befitting their status. But now… Du Qian stared at him with that fervent and possessive gaze.

The idol from behind the screen suddenly appeared before her, and he was even more noble and aloof than she had ever seen. Golden light occasionally flashed in his eyes; every frown and smile of his was her ideal man, making it hard for her to control herself.

It was this gaze that gave Jun Lingxiao an idea. Ling Tian, strictly speaking, was not one of these Transmigrators. They still needed a true leader, and now was the perfect time.

Jun Lingxiao silently signed Du Qian’s name on her half-exposed bosom, then, intentionally or unintentionally, asked her thoughts on his earlier speech.

At this moment, Du Qian was immersed in unimaginable joy. Facing Jun Lingxiao’s question, she responded candidly:

“I played this game just for you. I will definitely help you.”

Her love was unconcealed, so open and direct, causing him to lower his gaze.

Then, ignobly, he nodded.

“Good.”

From then on, Ling Tian gained an assistant. She worked even harder, even wishing that everyone would take up arms and fight for Jun Lingxiao.

She even led a portion of the people to spontaneously form an organization—

Supreme Heaven.

And the people within it called themselves—

Rebel Warriors.

Every single one of them had the potential to change the world.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with them and carefully listening to a few suggestions, Jun Lingxiao rose and departed.

The women didn’t have many requests; it seemed they hadn’t fully recovered, though many appeared to greatly admire him.

The men, however, had rather strange requests. Many even expressed a desire to live with the True Dragon Clan next door. The reason for this… well, it’s best not to discuss it.

Those Dragons were real True Dragons; they wouldn’t expect to catch their eye, would they?

But Jun Lingxiao thought about it, and it seemed like a good way to manage them uniformly. Besides, many other races would be settling in later, so he nodded in agreement.

Leaving the players’ encampment, today’s moon was hidden behind dark clouds, not bright, but still casting rays of light, dazzlingly so.

For some reason, Jun Lingxiao felt very good today. He dismissed his attendants and, treading alone under the moonlight, headed towards the True Dragon Clan’s encampment.

As if sensing his arrival, when he reached the Floating Island, someone was already standing there.

This was a man with a seemingly tall and sturdy physique, well-developed muscles, and a short, thick beard. His face was resolute with strong, hard lines. Most striking were the pair of winding horns growing from either side of his forehead; they were hard and golden, adding a mysterious and majestic aura to him.

“Lord Dragon Senior.”

Jun Lingxiao nodded in greeting.

Although this man looked young, he was actually the leader of the True Dragon Clan, a figure who had lived for tens of thousands of years, the same age as the Old Ancestor.

Normally, he would certainly bow in deference to such a Senior, but now, with the alliance signed, it was not an exaggeration to call them partners and family.

“I thought your talk of eating and living together was childish, but I didn’t expect you to actually come,” Lord Dragon said with a hint of Yin and Yang as he stroked his chin.

The True Dragon Clan, unlike the Human Race, did not have surnames. Although they had true names, those could not be easily revealed, so they usually took names at will.

His given name was Hou, and Jun Lingxiao added the character ‘Dragon’ because he found it strange to call him just Hou, and the other party did not object, implicitly agreeing.

“Senior is joking. The bedding was sent over long ago. I naturally keep my word.” Jun Lingxiao was neither humble nor arrogant, completely unfazed by the other party.

“Hmph, keeping your word, very good.”

“Then come, you’ll sleep with me tonight. You wouldn’t believe it back then, but we True Dragon Clan didn’t even have beds in the Jun Family; we slept on straw mats, and the houses were drafty.”

As the other party spoke, he stepped aside, revealing a house. As expected, moss hung on the house, and the walls were covered in green vines. As he said, there were indeed a few holes.

However, the True Dragon Clan’s return to the Jun Family would certainly not be treated shabbily. Just from what his grandfather told him, the supplies sent to this territory were considerable. In fact, a glance revealed neatly arranged Immortal Caves, which looked small from the outside but contained a different world within, contrasting sharply with the tents next door.

Clearly, the other party had secretly brought back a house from outside that had been abandoned for who knows how many years, intending to make things difficult for him.

It was normal to harbor resentment, and Jun Lingxiao, seeing through it but not speaking of it, directly followed the other party into the house. It wasn’t until he saw two straw mats on the ground that Lord Dragon turned back with a defiant smile, seemingly convinced that Jun Lingxiao would be displeased.

The straw mats were placed directly on the stone bed, with dust around them. Fortunately, the bedding that Jun Lingxiao had just ordered to be sent over was laid on top. It was a bit dirty, but not impossible to sleep on.

In his view, Jun Lingxiao was the Divine Son of the Jun Family; sleeping in such a simple place was practically no different from sleeping on the ground. If Jun Lingxiao were to storm out, the True Dragon Clan would have a reason for their freedom.

Unexpectedly, Jun Lingxiao walked straight over, first sweeping away the dust, then directly taking off his outer robe and lying down on the straw mat, closing his eyes, without the slightest hint of displeasure.

He was truly tired today.

This surprised Lord Dragon, who was sleeping on the mat next to him, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Boy, you were born noble, can you truly sleep in a place like this?”

This made Jun Lingxiao, who had already closed his eyes, open them again. After they exchanged glances, the other party was the first to look away, feeling guilty.

Although the Jun Family had indeed wronged them in the past, they had never made them live in a drafty house.

“Senior, if you can sleep, I naturally can too. However… with the alliance in place, I keep my word. You don’t need to test me.”

“Hmph, alliance in place. Do you know what the Jun Family was like back then?”

“I truly don’t know, but I imagine, Senior, you have seen it. The Jun Family is different now than before.”

At these words, Lord Dragon fell silent, and Jun Lingxiao continued, “Now, all Disciples from the Jun Family’s collateral branches and affiliated factions can enter the main family, and even Cultivate with the main family’s Disciples, with me. Everyone is the same. Tomorrow morning, they will all come together to morning Cultivate with me. At that time, the young Disciples of the True Dragon Clan can also join me.”

“This is the current Jun Family, truly embracing all. There is no main family, no affiliated collateral branches. Similarly, there are no True Dragons. Everyone has shed their extra titles. The current Jun Family has and only has one kind of person—Jun Family members.”

After Jun Lingxiao finished speaking, Lord Dragon pondered for a while. Before he could answer, he was suddenly interrupted by a tender voice.

“Brother… I can’t sleep…”

Looking up, outside the broken doorway, a small figure stood there, holding his pillow, looking pitiful.