I'm a cannon fodder, but I'm actually a heartthrob

Chapter 259: Transmigrated into the Protagonist's White Moonlight 9

Even though he had reached the Nascent Soul stage, Rong Jin was not lazy and spent most of his time in cultivation.

The little orange cat would come to him from time to time and bring him some delicious food.

After discussion, the elders of each academy decided to hold a martial arts competition in half a month. The first place winner of the competition could enter the treasure pavilion to choose a magic weapon.

The reward for first place is very attractive.

However, Rong Jin does not need to participate. He is the first young cultivator in Amaterasu-in to reach the Nascent Soul stage. If he participates, the first place will be known without the competition even being held.

Although he did not have to participate, Elder Zhuang from the Sword Cultivation Department told him that he must go to the competition and sit in the front as a mascot to increase the enthusiasm of the disciples.

After listening to this, Rong Jin reluctantly walked towards the martial arts competition, while having to pay attention to where Wu Ling was.

The main protagonist never shows up, probably because he's too lazy to participate.

Under the persuasion of the elders, Rong Jin sat in the most conspicuous place. The disciples passing by blushed when they saw him. They all took to the stage with great energy and no one was lazy.

Elder Zhou said cheerfully, "I told you that it was absolutely right to call Rong Jinlai, but you old guys just don't believe it."

Elder Zhou knew how powerful Rong Jin's personal charm was on the first day he entered the Sword Cultivation Department.

Guan Chen looked at Rong Jin meaningfully, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Rong Jin felt a chill on his back. He glanced back and met Guan Chen's gaze.

Guan Chen suppressed the dark emotions in his eyes and looked at Rong Jin tenderly, as if he was deeply in love with Rong Jin.

Rong Jin pretended not to notice and turned his attention back to the martial arts competition.

As the favorite of the elders of the Sword Cultivation Department, it is impossible for Lin Zhimiao to miss such a competition.

What Rong Jin didn't expect was that Xiang Xianyun, whom he hadn't seen since the banquet, also came to attend.

Xiang Xianyun defeated his opponent in less than a minute, walked off the stage, and walked straight towards Rong Jin.

"You're not going to participate?" He asked, and then said to himself: "Yes, you've already reached the Nascent Soul stage, why would you participate in this kind of competition."

Rong Jin politely frowned.

Xiang Xianyun found a chair and sat next to him, "Rong Jin, you seem to be more indifferent than the last time we met. Do you like your indifferent appearance?"

Rong Jin gave him a look and said, "I haven't thought about it."

Well, he is a cold and heartless person.

Xiang Xianyun: "Then think about it now."

"?" Rong Jin said casually: "It's all right."

Xiang Xianyun sighed deeply: "Rong Jin, you are so boring, but I like your boring look. Let me tell you a secret. If you continue your practice, you will die."

He changed the topic quickly and Rong Jin was unable to follow his train of thought for a moment, so a question mark appeared in his head.

Xiang Xianyun still had a casual attitude: "I am from Lingbao Temple. I wonder if you have heard that some monks in Lingbao Temple can predict destiny."

Rong Jin had heard that on the first day he came to Amaterasu Temple, the young disciple from the Wind Chasing Tower talked a lot about rumors about various sects in the cultivation world, including that the disciples of Lingbao Temple could predict destiny. However, the young disciple said that some disciples of Lingbao Temple relied on this rumor that everyone knew and cheated everywhere, and their words were not credible at all.

Xiang Xianyun seemed to know what he was thinking. He poked his face and said, "I am not one of those liars. I am very powerful."

He leaned close to Rong Jin's ear mysteriously and whispered, "Ascending to the immortal realm is fake. No one in this world can become an immortal. You will die when you break through the Spiritualization Stage."

What he said was similar to what 0517 said. Rong Jin suddenly looked at Xiang Xianyun, pondered for a long time, and replied: "It doesn't matter."

Xiang Xianyun was surprised and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Rong Jin said seriously: "Everyone has to die." Death is the same whether it's early or late.

He didn't say the next words.

Xiang Xianyun took out a fan from somewhere, opened it and fanned himself: "You are really different. I am more interested in you. What should I do?"

Rong Jin really didn't know how to answer and chose not to speak.

"Are you practicing the Way of Mercy?"

Rong Jin did not deliberately conceal the fact that he practiced the Wuqing Dao, nor did he deny it at this time.

"The ruthless way is not suitable for you," Xiang Xianyun's expression became serious. "There are many people in this world who like you, and there are many people you can choose from. Why do you want to practice the ruthless way? It's better to find someone you like and love him/her for the rest of your life."

Rong Jin thought what he said made sense, but on the surface he was still stubborn: "So what if I'm ruthless? I don't need anyone to accompany me."

Xiang Xianyun said sadly: "Am I not good enough? Don't you want me to accompany you?"

"I like Jing."

Xiang Xianyun pretended to wipe his tears: "Alas, Rongrong is so heartless. It's a pity that my sincerity will be betrayed in the end."

Rong Jin stared at the stage without blinking and ignored his words.

They only met twice, but why did Xiang Xianyun call her "Rongrong" and talk about her sincerity being betrayed? It made him look like a scumbag.

Lin Yan walked onto the stage, and Rong Jin looked at him more attentively when he saw a familiar person.

Needless to say, Lin Yan's strength was great and he won in less than half a minute.

After he stepped down from the stage, he looked around and walked towards Rong Jin.

Xiang Xianyun looked at him and said faintly, "Rongrong is really popular. Everyone loves her. Even demons love demons. Even monsters love monsters even more."

As soon as he finished speaking, an orange kitten meowed, jumped into Rong Jin's arms, and looked at Xiang Xianyun provocatively.

Xiang Xianyun sneered, too lazy to pay attention to this little cat that didn't even dare to reveal its human form.

Lin Yan walked closer and saw the cat in Rong Jin's arms. He said unhappily, "Junior brother, don't hold anything indecent in your arms."

"Meow meow meow!" You are the dishonest person!

Seeing that the little orange cat was about to get angry, Rong Jin quickly smoothed his fur and gave Lin Yan a reproachful look: "Rong Xiaowu is my cat, not some bad guy."

The little orange cat was very proud to be cared for by its owner. It wagged its tail at Lin Yan, lay in Rong Jin's arms, and licked Rong Jin's neck with its tongue.

Lin Yan: "Junior brother, I heard that the little prince from the demon world is also coming to participate in the martial arts competition today. You must keep an eye on the cat in your arms. I heard that the little prince from the demon world hates cats the most and can kill nine cats with one punch."

This was the first time Rong Jin had heard of this rumor. He hugged the little orange cat tightly and said, "Well, thank you, Senior Brother."

"Junior brother, you don't have to be polite."

"Ah."

Rong Jin sat up straight, his tone indifferent.

When Lin Yan first came, he forgot to disguise himself and hoped that Xiang Xianyun would not find out anything.

He observed Xiang Xianyun's expression with his peripheral vision but didn't see anything.

Neither Lin Yan nor Xiang Xianyun left, and stood guard on both sides of Rong Jin.

After a while, Lin Zhimiao saw Rong Jin and walked over with a look of surprise: "Rongrong, are you participating in the martial arts competition?"

Rong Jin: “Not participating.”

"Well, Rongrong..."

Lin Yan said contemptuously: "Junior brother, if you have nothing to do, can you leave? You are interrupting our conversation."