The villain is actually my brother

Chapter 1

1. Chapter One: Tengwang Pavilion - Only poverty remains constant.

The butler opened the door a crack and cautiously peeked out. He saw a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a face as beautiful as a peach blossom and outstanding looks. His long, black hair was tied up high. He couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Excuse me, Taoist priest, are you really a master from the Qingyun Sect, here to exorcise the ghost for my young master?"

Qin Moyu nodded and showed the sect emblem on the cloth bag at his waist.

Recently, Qin Moyu has been helping people in the vicinity with exorcisms and preaching, which has helped to raise the reputation of the Qingyun Sect.

"Please come in quickly."

The butler was relieved and respectfully led the person inside.

As Qin Moyu stepped into the deep courtyard, he keenly sensed a yin energy swirling in the southeast direction.

"Master, you don't know, but recently our young master has been so bothered by that evil spirit that he can't eat or sleep, and he's lost a lot of weight." The steward couldn't help but complain as he walked. "It's not just the young master; we in the manor also often hear eerie noises in the middle of the night, and several maids have already run away."

"Could this lead to someone's death?"

"No... never."

As they spoke, they arrived at the young master's courtyard, which, unsurprisingly, was the place filled with gloomy energy.

Looking at the yin energy that almost covered half the sky, Qin Moyu marveled that it was a miracle that the living people inside hadn't died on the spot; they were only suffering from poor eating and sleeping.

"Steward, I told you there's no need to seek out any Taoist priests; they're all just charlatans." A young master, dressed in fine clothes but with a haggard face, stood in the courtyard, looking displeased.

Qin Moyu gave a forced smile, thinking to himself, "What do you expect to invite with just that little bit of stuff? The Jade Emperor? I'm already being kind enough to even come."

"After all, he was invited by the master, young master, please let the Taoist priest give it a try."

Upon hearing this, the young master became even more displeased and shouted, "Father is also confused. If anyone should be invited, it should be that Young Master Mo Yuan. Why did he invite such a nobody?"

Qin Moyu couldn't help but interject, "Young Master Mo Yuan isn't someone you can just invite."

After all, that's the main villain in the book.

Qin Moyu never expected that just by complaining that the protagonist looked like a certain elementary school student and that death would follow him wherever he went, he would inexplicably transmigrate into a book, and into a minor background sect that was only mentioned briefly.

"Hmph." The young master remained noncommittal, looking quite unconvinced. He turned to the side and urged, "Since Father sent you to catch the ghost, hurry up. If you haven't caught one by lunchtime, get out of here."

Qin Moyu didn't stand on ceremony and took out a compass to search for the source of the Yin energy.

Although I was a materialist in my past life, I have learned some things by spending a long time in this sect.

After going around in circles, the compass needle always pointed to the young master.

Qin Moyu: Oh wow.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the young master asked, bewildered.

"Young Master, do you know that Young Master Mo Yuan is elusive and acts in ways that are both righteous and wicked? If he were really here, Young Master would probably already be dead," Qin Moyu said casually as he leaned forward.

"What do you mean?"

"It means—" Qin Moyu suddenly took out a paper talisman and stuck it on the young master's forehead with a "smack".

"You're being too fake."

Before he could finish speaking, the young master suddenly turned pale, his expression contorted, and he screamed as he tried to tear off the paper talisman. However, his hand was burned when he touched the talisman, and black and red fingernails grew out.

In the blink of an eye, a handsome young man transformed into a disheveled demon.

It wasn't that no one was injured or killed, but rather that the young master had long been possessed by an evil spirit, and those maids who "ran away" were probably already dead.

"That filthy Taoist priest ruined my plans, die!"

The evil spirit screamed and pounced on Qin Moyu. The overwhelming yin energy showed that the evil spirit was not weak. The steward had already fainted when the evil spirit appeared. Seeing that no one was around, Qin Moyu raised his hand and released a red lotus karmic fire.

A bone-chilling cold emanated from the flames; despite the raging fire surrounding the red lotus, there was a chill more dangerous than the Netherworld Ice.

An eerie lotus pattern bloomed on Qin Moyu's face, covering most of it, making her delicate eyebrows and eyes appear even more eerie. However, this slight difference made all the difference.

The demons were frozen at a visible speed, their screams drowned out by the ice.

With a slight movement of Qin Moyu's fingers, the "lifelike" ice sculpture crashed to the ground, leaving only the young master's empty shell.

"So noisy." Qin Moyu snorted, withdrew the lotus flower, returned to normal appearance, woke up the butler, explained the reason, accepted the payment, and left.

Qin Moyu hummed a song while clutching the money pouch, feeling that it would be a real waste not to have some fun after finally escaping from that remote sect.

However, he had to go back to the inn before that.

...

Inside the inn, a man dressed in white sat on the edge of the bed, reading a book with a blank expression. Beside his pillow was a long sword, a very common style.

"I'm back! Is your injury getting better?"

Qin Moyu pushed open the door, and Shen Yebai looked up upon hearing this, his expression softening considerably: "Don't worry, I'm fine now."

"That's good." Qin Moyu was relieved to see that he looked energetic and in good spirits. As soon as he sat down, he started boasting, "Ye Bai, you have no idea how dangerous this trip was. That evil spirit was twice my height..."

Qin Moyu could make up stories one after another, and Shen Yebai found them interesting. Even though he knew they were fake, he couldn't help but smile slightly, probably because Qin Moyu's animated manner when telling stories was too cute.

"...Just like that, I kicked that evil spirit three zhang away." Qin Moyu paused, thirsty.

Shen Yebai sat down next to Qin Moyu without her noticing and handed her a glass of water: "Have some water. You sound impressive."

Qin Moyu gulped it down and nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes! I'm amazing."