Chapter 265 The Tenth Day of Entering a Xuanhuan Novel

Chapter 265: The Tenth Day After Transmigrating into a Fantasy Novel

In the original story, the body he now occupied belonged to a spirit beast of extraordinary bloodline that the male lead had happened to subdue by chance in the later stages of the plot.

It was said to be a spirit fox mixed with some celestial beast's bloodline from beyond the heavens, which began cultivating with the help of the male lead's system and became one of his main combat assets.

An Yi recalled his initial form—a pitch-black, fluffy mass with no face to speak of—and a flicker of amusement passed through him again.

A fox?

It didn't look even remotely like a fox!

So this is what being a hybrid meant? Though it wasn't as wild as his first transmigration—eight nations mixed back then—this time it was only two bloodlines.

But the outcome was even weirder.

As for the one beside him... An Yi cast a sideways glance at Xie Xuandu, whose smile was gentle and refined.

In the original story, this guy was just a background character. He met the male lead once during a certain incident, teamed up to subdue a demon, then vanished from the plot entirely—basically a ghost.

And right now, the male lead, Gan Feng, had just transmigrated and was at the newbie stage, about to fight his first monster.

As An Yi was digesting all this, the scholar Gan Feng, seeing An Yi and Xie Xuandu at the door—especially their extraordinary bearing and stunning appearances that clashed so starkly with the dilapidated surroundings—his eyes flickered with obvious surprise and wariness.

His lips twitched, but he didn't speak recklessly.

An Yi was about to speak when he clearly heard a faint sound—static mixed with a mechanical quality—along with Gan Feng's inner shout:

(Gan Feng: Shit shit shit! System! What are these two? They're not demons, are they?! Their clothes are way too clean! And they're way too good-looking! In the middle of nowhere like this, is this normal?!)

(The system was silent for a few seconds, static crackling: After scanning and analysis, the one in the Daoist robe is confirmed as a human male with an extremely high energy level. The other... cannot be fully scanned. Species unknown. Energy reaction... incalculable. Extremely dangerous. Preliminary judgment: not of evil origin, but I recommend the host maintain maximum caution.)

(Gan Feng's mind collapsed: Incalculable? Extremely dangerous? Stop with the "shoulds"! Give me a straight answer! Is he a demon or not?!)

(The system's static carried a hint of exasperation: Host, this system is a monster-killing leveling system, not an encyclopedia of everything. Does it even matter if he is or isn't? At your current LV1 level, if they meant you harm, you'd already be picking out which family to reincarnate into.)

(The system paused, then cracked a dry joke: Of course, there's also a chance you won't get to reincarnate at all. Haha!)

(Gan Feng was stunned: ...What do you mean?!)

(The system: In plain terms, if this world's max level were one hundred, the Daoist would be around level ninety, and the better-looking one... this system suspects he's level one hundred, maybe even beyond this system's assessment limit. And you? Level one. Got it?)

(Gan Feng's mind went blank, then he screamed internally: ...Is this the kind of monster I'm supposed to face right now?! I fight these two? Would I win?! I'd win...)

(Gan Feng: Fight my ass! How the hell am I supposed to fight this?! Am I just delivering myself as a meal?!)

(The system, frustrated, its static sharpening: Idiot! Who told you to fight?! This system is all about monster-slaying and leveling, but it never said to charge straight at the final boss in the newbie village! When you meet top-tier experts, is fighting all you can think of? How about something else—like, clinging to their coattails?!)

(Gan Feng had a sudden realization: Right! Latch onto their coattails!)

An Yi: "..."

Ah... so this was the male lead and his system talking—and he could actually hear it.

Listening to this one person and one system's lively, modern-flavored banter and scheming, An Yi couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

How amusing.

Xie Xuandu, beside him, couldn't hear the system or Gan Feng's thoughts, but he keenly caught the subtle, fleeting curve of An Yi's lips and the look An Yi cast at the scholar—a gaze tinged with an indescribable curiosity.

Xie Xuandu's eyes darkened slightly, his smile unchanged, yet he quietly directed a thread of scrutiny toward the unremarkable scholar.

This scholar had done nothing at all—so why did he catch An Yi's attention?

And also, had that scholar just been communicating with something? Otherwise, why were his eyes darting around so fast?

After the system's guidance, Gan Feng's mind felt like it had been struck by lightning, and the wariness in his eyes was replaced by a sycophantic gleam.

(Gan Feng: System, should I pretend to look talented? Make them think I'm worth investing in!)

(The system was speechless: ...How would you even fake that? And besides, you're already talented as hell!!)

He scrambled up from the ground, brushed the dust off his clothes, and gave An Yi and Xie Xuandu a deep bow, his posture almost laughably reverent:

"I am Gan Feng. Greetings to you both, gentlemen."

His gaze lingered briefly on Xie Xuandu's immaculate Daoist robe, then he quickly added: "Reverend."

Xie Xuandu gave a slight nod, his face wearing an impeccable, warm smile—like a genuinely compassionate, transcendent cultivator: "I am Xie Xuandu. Passing by with a friend, I saw the sky darkening and a storm approaching, so I sought temporary shelter here. I hope I haven't disturbed you, young friend."

His tone was courteous and his words proper—anyone hearing him would feel like a spring breeze.

Yet as he spoke, his gaze naturally swept toward the shadowed corner outside the temple where the sobbing had come from.

Almost the instant his eyes passed over it, the intermittent sobbing of a woman outside the hall abruptly stopped.

An Yi also gave a slight nod, his voice clear and crisp: "I am An Yi. Sorry for the intrusion."

Gan Feng quickly waved his hands, saying repeatedly: "No trouble at all! This broken temple belongs to no one—please, make yourselves at home!"

Seeing their warm and gentle demeanor, Gan Feng felt a bit relieved.

With such high levels and still being this friendly to him, they probably wouldn't attack him.

After all, if he were that powerful, he'd... I don't even eat beef!!

An Yi and Xie Xuandu stepped into the broken temple. Xie Xuandu moved ahead to the prayer mat, pulled a cloak out of nowhere, and laid it over the mat, gesturing to An Yi: "Please."

An Yi shot him a glance, walked over, and sat down.

Xie Xuandu sat down beside him and smiled at An Yi.

An Yi turned his head: "You're sitting on my robe."

Slender fingers pinched the hem of An Yi's robe, tugging it out from under his leg, and Xie Xuandu chuckled: "Oh, I did that on purpose."

"To see when you'd finally talk to me."

An Yi: "..."

An Yi ignored him, yanking his robe hem back from Xie Xuandu's hand.

Xie Xuandu offered his own sleeve to An Yi: "You can use this as a cushion instead."