Everyday I Get Up To See The Villain Stealing The Show Chapter 54

As soon as Lu Wenlin fainted, the crowd was in an uproar. They fought each other, trying to shove everyone apart. The people outside pushed out the people in front of them, hoping that they would be the person Lu Wenlin saw when he woke up. No one took Han Changsheng and An Yuan into consideration. 

Han Changsheng and An Yuan, on the contrary, had no one to watch.

Poor famous Lu Wenlin. He thought he could fight Han Changsheng, only to be easily trumped by his opponent. He had no power to fight back.  

Han Changsheng shrugged, pulling An Yuan back inside the inn. "Let's go eat."

"Why didn't you let me fight just now?" An Yuan asked. 

Grabbing a drumstick, Han Changsheng absently replied, "Huh? Ah, didn't want you to get hurt."

"I'm not weak," An Yuan said, "I've practiced for so long. I want to try out my skills." 

An Yuan looked down at his hand, curled into a fist. In the Tiandao prefecture, Han Changsheng hardly gave him a chance to fight the Evil Wind Gang, who killed dozens of people in his villa. He didn't want to kill, he just wanted to fight them. Before, when he practiced, he fought only with bamboo and wood. Han Changsheng rarely accompanied him in practice. He was lonely without a compet.i.tor. 

Han Changsheng chewed his mouth full of grease, afraid he'd be too chatty. Grabbing the rest of the chicken leg, he crammed it into his mouth, then shoved the meat of the bird's b.u.t.t into An Yuan's bowl. "Don't be distressed. Come on, eat. Don't let yourself go hungry."

An Yuan looked down at his food. He sighed, sweetly appeased but also sad. Han Changsheng bought him food. He was so much more considerate now. 

After dinner, they headed upstairs. Lu Wenlin staggered in, his color sickly. He had just thrown up his dinner outside. 

Han Changsheng wore the sock for half of a month, but that wasn't the only reason it was so lethal. There had been a lot of rain, so he and An Yuan had to walk through muddy roads and overflowing sewers. Later, Han Changsheng stopped bothering to change them. The road wasn't the easiest to travel, so he insisted on wearing only one pair of socks to keep from spoiling the rest. 

How could Lu Wenlin, being such a pampered young master, stand such stimulation? His combat effectiveness fell by 99% on the spot.

Lu Wenlin led a group of people into the inn's lobby. Han Changsheng frowned, then looked at all of them. He was full after the food and drink, and no longer interested in fighting. He hoped they wouldn't cause too much trouble. 

The pale-faced Lu Wenlin walked forward. "What's your name?"

Picking his teeth with a chicken bone, Han Changsheng said, "Hua Shuaiqi1."

An Yuan stared at him. "Aren't you called Hua Xiaosa?"

It stunned Han Changsheng. Say what you like, but it was a good name. Only, he had forgotten the name he told An Yuan. So, he immediately said, "Last name Hua, given name Shuaiqi. The characters are das.h.i.+ngly elegant (Shuaiqi), and insanely handsome (Hua)."

An Yuan, "…"

Lu Wenlin said, "Young-heroic Hua, let's have a duel."

Han Changsheng looked impatient. Fortunately, none of the group had any intention to fight other than Lu Wenlin. Just then, Lu Wenlin warned everyone that Han Changsheng was his opponent. No one else was allowed to fight. As a martial arts maniac, whenever he discovered an expert, he forgot everything else. If the object he wanted to compete with didn't agree, he wouldn't eat or sleep. He had to compete with Han Changsheng to put himself to rest. 

Without thinking, Han Changsheng refused him. "There will be no fight."

Those who waited with bated breath turned angry. Yun Conghu stepped forward. "You clueless b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I…"

Lu Wenlin raised his hand, forcing him to fall silent.

Yun Conghu dared not offend Wenlin. He glared at Han Changsheng, gnas.h.i.+ng his teeth. Han Changsheng made a fool of him in public and he was still holding his anger. Unfortunately, Lu Wenlin said no one else was allowed to fight before he could have his wish fulfilled. No one was allowed, or else they would get on his s.h.i.+t list.

Apart from Lu Wenlin, no one wanted him to fight with Han Changsheng. The strange temper of the martial arts maniac Lu Wenlin was well-known across the globe. The reputation of whoever fought him would travel across the land, except those who were already famous. It was a good way for the newcomers in the Wulin to gain notoriety, but it was a rare opportunity. 

If Lu Wenlin was so willing to fight with anyone, it wouldn't be easy to stay famous. More than a dozen people already tried to coax and cheat him into fighting with them, but none of them succeeded. 

Somehow, Lu Wenlin set his sights on Han Changsheng. 

Lu Wenlin said, "Young-heroic Hua, just one fight."

"I won't fight for even half a fight!" Han Changsheng opened the mud seal of the osmanthus wine he'd s.n.a.t.c.hed from their table. 

Lu Wenlin frowned. To ponder about his painful experience, he said, "Then fight half a fight."

Han Changsheng rolled his eyes. He didn't want to fight Lu Wenlin at all, especially after he knew the guy was the biological son of the Wulin Alliance leader. He would take An Yuan to the Wulin conference. If he offended everyone connected to the Wulin, what difficult consequences would he bear?

So Han Changsheng set his wine on the table. "If you want me to fight you, first drink this jar of wine."

He poured some wine into a bowl in his hand. 

Lu Wenlin didn't say a word. He took up the bowl of wine and drank it all!

Han Changsheng stared at him. Watching as he drank, he spoke to An Yuan, "Go. Go up and rest."

An Yuan was confused. Lu Wenlin drank the wine. But why wouldn't Han Changsheng fight him as promised?

Lu Wenlin put down the bowl of wine, his face a new color. Immediately, he ran off to the side and vomited against a wall. 

Han Changsheng wasn't surprised; he expected it. To An Yuan, he said, "Why are you not moving? I'm sleepy!"

An Yuan looked at the jar of wine. The sweet-scented osmanthus wine's color had changed. When Han Changsheng opened the jar, he apparently slid another stinky sock into it. 

An Yuan: "…"

Han Changsheng's usual means of quibbling with An Yuan could only be regarded as petty brawling compared to this. So was he really shy? Yes, that must be it!

The Wulin alliance members quickly surrounded Lu Wenlin.

"Are you okay, young-heroic Lu?"

"What did that b.a.s.t.a.r.d add to the wine? I knew you shouldn't do it, young-heroic Lu. Let us beat him senseless and teach them a lesson!"

"Young-heroic Lu, I have medicine here. Please take it as soon as possible…"

Han Changsheng and An Yuan went upstairs. 

Pus.h.i.+ng away the crowd, Lu Wenlin extended his hand to Han Changsheng. "Don't go, young-heroic Hua. Let's fight again… gah!" The poor man gagged and spewed more vomit before he could finish the sentence. 

Han Changsheng and An Yuan went back to their room after the day's quarrel. They were exhausted. Han Changsheng told the innkeeper to send hot water for a bath. 

He likes to be clean. When he was in Tianning, he would take a bath with flower petals every day. If he touched even a little dust, he would wipe it off immediately. However, people can only act as their environment allows. 

When they traveled, he had neither the luxury to take a bath nor wash his clothes. After that, Han Changsheng had abandoned cleaning himself. Even An Yuan, an immortal relegate, had been stained with mud. Although he wasn't as untidy as Han Changsheng, he also hadn't changed his clothes for several days. 

The socks Han Changsheng used to maliciously make Lu Wenlin faint didn't work for them simply because they were used to the stench. 

The inn itself was pretty nice. There was a bath cask in the room, and the innkeeper brought them hot water. Han Changsheng immediately stripped naked and jumped into it; sighing in the warm water. Meanwhile, An Yuan squatted down on the other side of the room to wash his and Han Changsheng's dirty clothes.

"Good apprentice," Han Changsheng called, "Help get clean clothes for the teacher."

An Yuan pulled out a set of clean clothes from one of their bags and put them beside the washtub as Han Changsheng scrubbed away the dirt on his skin. 

"Why did you lie?" An Yuan asked, "Why did you say you were the leader of the Wulin?"

"What's wrong if I said I was the leader of the Wulin?" Han Changsheng asked, "It's nothing special to be the leader of the Wulin. I'm just too lazy for that kind of thing. Otherwise, if I wished, I could seize up the position with no trouble!" 

An Yuan's eyebrow rose. "Oh?"

"As a teacher," Han Changsheng went on, "I don't want to be a Wulin leader. However,  as 'your teacher'…" His eyes settled on An Yuan and he went on, "How about I help you become the leader of the Wulin?"

An Yuan's eyebrows rose higher. For a long time, he didn't speak. He went back to was.h.i.+ng the clothes.

Han Changsheng curled his mouth and moved to the edge of the bucket, leaning forward on the edge of the bath cask. "I am not joking. Do you want to be the leader of the Wulin?"

An Yuan replied, "You don't want to be the leader, but you want me to be the leader. Why is that?"

In his head, Han Changsheng scoffed. Nonsense, I'm the leader of the demonic cult. Who even cares about the Wulin leader? 

Out loud, he said, "You are my apprentice. Naturally, I want to give you the best. In the future, you will be prosperous and I hope you'll remember what I have done for you. As your teacher, if I am at the end of my road, I will be content if you spare me a way to live."

An Yuan was stunned. He looked at him inexplicably. Han Changsheng's words were strange. What was at the end of the road, what way to live? 

Han Changsheng didn't give him much time to think about it, and went on, "Good apprentice, there isn't much time. In two months, it will be time for the Wulin conference. At that time, you will get to practice your Kung Fu. Don't waste your time. Let's go to the Wulin conference and show our faces, and scare away the old people standing in the way!"

An Yuan looked down at dirty, floral underwear. "Don't waste time?"

Han Changsheng nodded. "Don't waste time! Make good use of all the time you can practice!"

An Yuan threw down the underwear. "Great, you can wash your own clothes. I'm going to practice."

Han Changsheng: "…"

At the same time, in heaven, G.o.d of Destiny looked at Han Changsheng's past. 

The strange occurrence had never been seen in heaven before. Until the guy kicked the emperor An Yuan off the cliff, the immortals in the sky never realized there was someone who rebelled against heaven. The order grid of fate didn't control him.

It was reasonable to say that heaven shouldn't make such a mistake. Every creature would pa.s.s through h.e.l.l once they were reincarnated, and they would go on to heaven. According to the causes and effects of the creature's previous life, their fate would be determined. 

But, Han Changsheng didn't have a life grid. After finding the mistake, the Immortal G.o.d of Destiny immediately asked the local governing deities to check it, and the result was even more surprising—— Han Changsheng had no previous life! He wasn't following the normal path of reincarnation!

Not all living creatures had to go through the Earth's reincarnation, such as immortals and demons. But, from Han Changsheng's body, he couldn't find any proof of him being immortal or a demon. The guy looked like a common mortal. Where did the problem come from?

2 entered.

"G.o.d of Destiny," He said, "You are still studying the mortal?"

The Immortal Lord answered, and the elderly lord came to sit next to him. The G.o.d of Destiny said, "Where did this guy come from? I can't even see his previous life in the mortal fated mirror3. It's strange."

"I'm more worried about An Yuan than this convict," Daode Tianzun sighed. "His stars are so dim…"

"It doesn't matter. His immortal root is stable."

Daode Tianzun worried, "The reason An Yuan went down to the world was that he was seriously injured when he subdued the devil. The evil Qi invaded his body and shook his immortal root, so he had to take a reincarnation road to eliminate the karma. Do you think his stars are dim? Is it related to the evil Qi in his body?"

The Immortal Lord Fate said, "Didn't he already expel the evil Qi? After he came down to earth, Xiangen was already stable. As long as he successfully crossed the robberies and returned as an immortal, it should be fine. He was very powerful. 

"Eight hundred heavenly soldiers failed to defeat the n.o.ble demonic senior, who fell under his hand. He's not seriously hurt, though. But evil Qi invaded his body, which he could expel. If it was another immortal, they wouldn't have been able to endure it." 

The two immortals sighed, and together they cast their eyes into the illusion.

In the vision, Han Changsheng, only seven or eight, took a p.i.s.s in a river. Then he played a game. "Pei! Stinky old way, with this big demonic leader here, you should kneel without being prompted!"

"Pei, you're the dog ally leader. You should be begging for mercy as soon as you see me!"

"You self-righteous, chivalrous man, let me teach you how to be human!"

"Hahaha!" Little Han Changsheng, with his little bird on display, called out with his chest puffed out, "The greatest demonic head will be introduced to the world today!"

Looking at the playback, Daode Tianzun and the G.o.d of Destiny's faces were miserable. 

Little Han Changsheng was quiet for a while, then he smiled coldly at the air. One finger held up high, his face was frivolous, "Little beauty, tonight, you will serve me. Hahaha, I will adore all of you very much!"

At the same time, on Earth, Han Changsheng stopped An Yuan, who was just about to leave. A finger raised to An Yuan's chin. He gave him a cool smile and said, "Good apprentice. For the sake of me teaching you martial arts with deep love, go wash the clothes first."

An Yuan laughed and dug out a pair of floral underwear. Slapping them on Han Changsheng's face with unrestrained strength, he left.