A Sect Leader's Daily Life - Chapter 2

“Sikou Dan! Get your ass out here!”

Chong Yan’s voice rang through the sect.

Damn it. I’d finally managed a little melancholy, and this brainless idiot interrupted me just as I was getting into it.

I grabbed my sword and flew out. I’d beat him until he called me Grandpa!

Demon Lord Chong Yan. The original novel’s second male lead.

This world had repeatedly tried to trip me up and kill me, and Chong Yan was undeniably one of its great fighting powers. So we first got acquainted by fighting each other.

In the original novel, Sikou Dan died at the hands of demons. Meng Xun hated them to the marrow of his bones. After becoming an eminent immortal, he slaughtered them in great numbers, leaving relations between the two realms extremely tense.

Now, relations were relatively normal. We weren’t about to shake hands and make peace, but neither side was determined to fight to the death.

And I was an exemplary young person who’d received a modern education in equality. Naturally, I knew the immortal realm had bad people too, while the demon realm had its share of kind souls. Somehow, Chong Yan and I became friends.

At first, beating me was child’s play for him. I only kept myself alive through lies, tricks, and scams. Yes, his combat stats were very high. His intelligence, less so. Maybe he’d traded his brains for all that fighting power.

Later, I grew stronger and stronger, until I could actually fight him to a draw.

The tremendously arrogant Demon Lord naturally refused to accept this. Every time I came out of seclusion, he’d show up for a “spar,” hoping to relive the days when he’d beaten me one-sidedly.

Ha. I, Sikou Dan, had reached the immortal realm’s combat ceiling too. I didn’t care who you were. You wanted to beat me up? Dream on!

I arrived at the sect gates in an instant.

Chong Yan had learned some manners by now. After I’d forced him to pay for the damage a few times, he stopped breaking our protective barrier.

At that moment, the mighty Demon Lord was sitting obediently on the stone steps outside it. His arms rested on the steps behind him, his right ankle crossed over his left knee, and his head was tilted up to watch the birds overhead. Very down-to-earth.

The disciples at the gates ignored him completely. They swept and went about their chores as though he weren’t there.

“Hey.” I tapped his shoulder lightly with my sword.

Chong Yan seemed to be in a bad mood. He didn’t turn his head, still looking up at the sky. “Now that you’re an eminent immortal, is there anything you can’t have?”

I thought of that elegant young man who was always following behind me, yet would immediately stand in front of me when danger came. For a moment, I didn’t know how to answer.

Fortunately, Chong Yan didn’t care about my response. He went on talking to himself. “I never thought there’d come a day when even I wanted something I couldn’t have.”

Got it. Love troubles.

Alas. Another supporting character in love with a protagonist. A hopeless crush, doomed from the start.

I was suffering from one myself. As someone who’d also been single for a hundred years, I wasn’t qualified to counsel him. I could only take the simplest approach.

“Stop thinking about it. You can rack your brains all you want; it won’t help. You’re just making yourself miserable. Come on. Let’s have a good fight!”

Chong Yan heartily agreed and conjured a longsword from thin air.

He seemed determined to fight away the bitterness of love. We battled fiercely enough to crash through the barrier and land directly on Meng Xun’s Qingwu Peak.

This time, I’d broken the barrier myself. No sucker to charge for repairs. Infuriating.

In the bamboo grove behind Qingwu Peak, Qin Wan stared at us, stunned.

“Yan!”

Chong Yan froze at the girl’s clear voice.

I forced myself to halt my strike. Fortunately, in the end I only grazed the skin on his shoulder.

“Grandmaster, please spare Yan! He isn’t a bad person.” Qin Wan rushed to him.

That bastard Chong Yan really knew how to act. For a wound barely worse than a mosquito bite, he put on a convincing performance, conveniently collapsing into Qin Wan’s arms. He even remembered to wink at me.

The grief and faint resentment in her eyes made it look as though I’d nearly killed him.

Excuse me. I’d just forced back seventy percent of the power I’d already unleashed. I was only keeping myself from coughing up blood by sheer effort.

Seeing me roll my eyes at him, Chong Yan hurriedly sent a message directly into my mind. “Grandpa Sikou! Your Immortal Greatness! Help me this once. I’ll repay you with rare treasures from my private collection!”

Fine. What could I say? I loved helping people find happiness.