WBICDPH Chapter 15 Part 1

Chapter 15: Struck Like a Bolt from the Blue

Lin Jin and Han Ao saw the same thing in each other’s eyes at the same time—tears welling up, about to spill over.

A fellow countryman!!!

As Lin Jin lunged forward and wrapped Han Ao in a crushing bear hug, tears streaming down his face like strands of noodles, he pounded Han Ao hard on the back. Inside, he was already wailing at the top of his lungs—

Same fandom, different fates, waaah—

Just look at him: transmigrated straight into an overpowered dragon-slaying male lead. And then look at me—never mind, it hurts too much to even say. Suffering and sorrow, that’s all I’ve got!

Han Ao wailed even harder than Lin Jin.

“Now I finally understand what ‘when fellow countrymen meet, both eyes fill with tears’ really means! I’m so done with this world! Those trash monsters all look like Godzilla, every single one of them vicious as hell. I was scared out of my mind! You have no idea what I went through in that damn trial!”

“That’s my line!” Lin Jin snapped bitterly.
“At least you’re the protagonist—with cheats and plot armor. No matter what happens, you won’t die, and you’ve got a bright future ahead of you. Want to guess what kind of identity card I drew?”

At that, Han Ao finally stopped wailing.

He stepped back half a pace and looked Lin Jin up and down.

“Yeah, now that you mention it, I was wondering earlier. I thought, there’s no such character in the plot. Foundation Establishment stage, first place in the trial—I couldn’t match you to anyone, no matter how hard I tried. When you suddenly talked to me earlier, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Of course, you couldn’t figure it out,” Lin Jin said flatly. “Because I’m just a nameless cannon-fodder NPC.”

His face went ashen.

“In some forgotten corner of the plot, there’s a pitiful junior cultivator from the Ethereal Pavilion. Because of a special constitution, he gets sent there to seek peace with Mingzhutian… and ends up getting eaten alive by that monster. You remember that, right?”

Han Ao grimaced as he listened, then looked Lin Jin over uncertainly.

“Uh… don’t tell me that was you?”

Lin Jin let out two icy laughs and spread his hands.

“That would be me.”

“Man, you’ve really had it rough,” Han Ao said, patting Lin Jin on the shoulder.
“But you’re incredible too. I remember that by the time the main story even begins, that NPC is already dead. The novel only mentions his miserable fate in passing. How did you survive?”

Lin Jin shrugged.

“I escaped halfway through. You can’t imagine how awful this body is—run two steps and I’m out of breath, bump into a rock and I start coughing up blood. Along the way, I disguised myself as a beggar, cross-dressed as a woman, and ran for ten whole days. Ten days! Just to reach Yanyu Mountain! I originally came here planning to cling to the protagonist’s coattails. Turns out I really was farsighted—otherwise I wouldn’t have run into you.”

Han Ao was full of sympathy and nodded. After a moment’s pause, he suddenly remembered something.

“Wait—no. Then how did you get first place in the inner sect trial? You scored over seven thousand points. Do you know what that even means? You basically wiped out every monster in the first level of the Mystic Realm! It was a total massacre! You scared the hell out of me—I thought you were some max-level big shot replaying the newbie zone in a hidden route.”

“Uh…”
Talking about this made Lin Jin a little awkward.

He waved his hand dismissively.

“Ah, I just… lived off someone else a little.”

“Whose support? Hua Nanzhi’s?”
Han Ao thought about it, then shook his head.
“No, that doesn’t make sense. She only got a few hundred points herself. Even in the original plot, her score wasn’t higher than the male lead’s. But other than her, there wasn’t anyone else in the first Mystic Realm. Wait—don’t tell me you’ve got a cheat too. You have a system?!”

Han Ao grabbed Lin Jin by the shoulders and shook him hard, like he was trying to shake a system interface out of his brain.

Lin Jin forced a dry smile.

“There wasn’t anyone else… but there was my dog.”

“Your dog? Oh, that emerald-eyed hound? Where’d you get it? I want to mooch off that kind of luck too.”

“On that little barren hill near the mountain gate. When I first arrived at Yanyu Mountain, I went there planning to wait for you. Instead, I ran into your cheat. My puppy was a gift from your overpowered luck.”

Hearing this, Han Ao’s brain short-circuited a bit.

“My cheat? Which one of my cheats?”

“The first one,” Lin Jin explained. “The remnant soul of a fallen god on that little barren hill by the mountain gate—the one that boosted you from Qi Refining Stage Three straight to mid Foundation Establishment.”

“Hold on.”

Han Ao grew more confused the more he listened.

“First, tell me—which gate did you enter Yanyu Mountain through? Which barren hill?”

“Uh… the small gate east of the front entrance?”

Seeing his reaction, Lin Jin grew more and more uneasy.

Sure enough, Han Ao’s mouth fell open and he went half insane.

“No! Bro! My cheat was at the small gate east of the back entrance! You went to the wrong place! Who the hell did you run into?!”

“Uh…”

For some reason, after unraveling this ridiculous mix-up, Lin Jin suddenly felt enlightened.

So that was it. No wonder Han Ao never showed up that day. No wonder Han Ao could still follow the plot even without his cheat. The two of them hadn’t met the same god at all!

Han Ao figured it out too. He took a deep breath and muttered in awe,

“…Yanyu Mountain really is a land of incredible feng shui. Gods everywhere you step.”

Lin Jin nodded in wholehearted agreement.

The small classroom of the Nanqian Sect was built with refined elegance. Wooden floors, bamboo beams, carved lattice windows—and a clear crystal wind chime hung beside the frame. When a gentle breeze passed through, the chime swayed, releasing a crisp, tinkling sound.