Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Jiang Wenbai looked at Yan Wenmo steadily for a long time. Yan Wenmo let him stare at her without any emotion, even though the look was almost aggressive.

"Thirteen, you know I hate people lying to me?!"

He spoke very lightly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary. Yan Wenmo glanced at him and nodded:

"so what?!"

As she spoke, she chuckled, questioning in her tone, and asked coldly:

"It's been ten years since the Jiang family was wiped out. Have you ever asked about your enemy in all these years? Do you still remember what he looks like? Do you still remember him..."

At this point, the coldness in her eyes became even stronger, almost questioning:

"Do you remember how he destroyed your Jiang family?! If you were too weak ten years ago and really had no time to think about revenge, then what about ten years later?! Have you paid attention to any clues about your enemy?!"

It seemed that he had never expected Yan Wenmo to ask this question, so Jiang Wenbai was stunned. He looked at Yan Wenmo, looked at her cold and disdainful face, and asked hesitantly and tentatively:

"So you knew that, right?!"

In response, Yan Wenmo sneered and asked:

"Why did you think of asking me? If so, why don't you ask your master? Are you doubting your own master?!"

As she spoke, she stood up, looked at Jiang Wenbai coldly, and said to herself:

"If you really have nothing to do, you can find something to do instead of looking for Su Nian."

After that, she looked into Jiang Wenbai's eyes and said word by word, full of possessiveness:

"She's mine, not yours, and I don't want you to disturb her."

Yan Wenmo spoke solemnly, as if he was declaring something, or as if he was drawing a line.

This was the first time that Yan Yewenmo showed her possessiveness in front of Jiang Wenbai, but unfortunately, the object was not Jiang Wenbai.

Jiang Wenbai glanced at Su Nian who was protected by Yan Wenmo, pursed his lips, and asked back:

"Then who am I to you?!"

As he said this, he looked at Yan Wenmo stubbornly and asked again:

"We have lived together for ten years and are familiar with each other's personalities. Now you say she is yours! Then what about me?! Who am I to you?! A friend, a relative, or a stranger who is nothing?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at his eyes filled with stubbornness, and belatedly remembered that the original text seemed to say that the hero Jiang Wenbai was a very sentimental person, and it was precisely because of this sentimentality that the love-hate entanglement between him and the heroine became even more touching.

But, this kind of deep affection should not be used here, at least not on her.

Therefore, Yan Wenmo's expression was somewhat complicated. He pondered for a long time before he said seriously:

"You should be able to sense that you and I are not on the same path. We may have walked side by side before, but what we pursue are ultimately different. Therefore, being obsessed with my affairs will do you no good and may even hinder your progress."

Like an elder's earnest advice to a younger generation, or a teacher's expectation to a student, she spoke sincerely and told him solemnly:

"I'm not in your future, and your future shouldn't have me in it."

Jiang Wenbai looked at Yan Wenmo's determined expression and did not speak in a hurry. He just stared at her, staring at her all the time, as if he was engraving her appearance in his mind.

During the years when he lost his parents and relatives, he always thought that at least there was someone by his side who would always be with him, but he seemed unable to keep her, no matter what.

In fact, he should have noticed that he was going to leave earlier. After all, his strength and cultivation were beyond his reach.

But why is he still unwilling to face the reality? He is so open and aboveboard today. Is it because he has already obtained what he wanted in Haotian Sect, so he can leave so cleanly and without any delay?

Seeing that Jiang Wenbai was reluctant to speak, Yan Wenmo simply took Su Nian away. Jiang Wenbai looked at her back as she left, feeling as lonely as a doll abandoned by its owner.

Just go, he thought.

Anyway, they are not the same kind of people. Maybe Thirteen is right. They are not the same kind of people. Why should I be so persistent?

But... I clenched my fists tightly. I really couldn't accept it! Why was it always me who was left behind? Every time, it was always me.

Although Jiang Wenbai didn't like Yan Wenmo drawing a line between himself and him, Yan Wenmo was right. He was already a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage and there were some things he should know.

But he did not follow Yan Wenmo's words to find his master Dan Chenzi, but went to Xiaoyaozi's yard instead. For some reason, he was somewhat reluctant to find his master, or perhaps, Xiaoyaozi was the only connection between him and Yan Wenmo.

Xiaoyaozi was somewhat surprised and puzzled by his sudden arrival.

Therefore, when Jiang Wenbai explained his purpose, Xiaoyaozi suppressed the astonishment on his face, looked at him with pity and said:

"You want to know about the annihilation of your Jiang family?!"

As he spoke, he sighed, played with the wine glass in his hand, and whispered with a complicated expression:

"Speaking of which, there is only one person who destroyed your Jiang family, my Yan family, and even the Qianyuan Sect. That person... is the Demon Lord."

He put down the wine glass in his hand, stared at Jiang Wenbai, and said seriously:

"But your current cultivation is still not enough, not even enough for me. Therefore, if you want revenge, you have to work harder."

Then, he poured himself another glass of wine and said:

"You are not Thirteen. She has her own plans, and has already laid them out. What you need to do is to improve your own strength and not get involved in her plans. After all, you are not strong enough now."

After saying that, he drank the wine in one gulp and said to Jiang Wenbai:

"You have to reach my level of cultivation, or even surpass mine, to really help her?! Instead of making her too busy to handle trivial matters."

However, Jiang Wenbai was not convinced by Xiaoyaozi's instructions and exhortations. He looked at Xiaoyaozi and couldn't help but questioned:

"Why can Su Nian help but I can't?! She can help but I have to stand by and watch. I don't understand."

In response to Jiang Wenbai's doubts, Xiaoyaozi pointed to the wine pot and wine glass in front of him and asked:

"How do you think they are different?!"

Jiang Wenbai subconsciously looked at the wine glass and the wine pot, and observed for a long time before he said in confusion:

“No difference”

Xiaoyaozi smiled and shook his head, then said:

"They are different. Both wine glasses and wine jugs can hold wine, but the difference between the wine in a wine glass and the wine in a wine jug is too great. You have to ask yourself, do you want to make a wine glass that can only hold one glass?! Or do you want to make a wine jug that can hold a whole jug?!"

This question seemed irrelevant, but somehow, Jiang Wenbai understood what he meant. Although he and Su Nian were both cultivators, their uses were different.

In the words of the eldest senior brother, Su Nian is intelligent and good at strategy, but he, in addition to strategy, also has strength.

If he insisted on competing with Su Nian in intelligence, he could only compare his own shortcomings with Su Nian's strengths, which would be a waste of effort and not worth the cost. Therefore, Xiaoyaozi asked him, do you want to make a wine pot or a wine glass? !

Yan Wenmo then told him that being obsessed with her affairs would not do him any good. They were all right. It was because of his delusions that he fell into the maze and was trapped and unable to get out.

Perhaps, he should work hard to improve his own strength. At least then, when he wants revenge and when Yan Shisan needs help, he won't be so helpless that he can only stand by and watch.

Seeing that Jiang Wenbai seemed to understand, Xiaoyaozi chuckled and then said something as if unintentionally:

"My niece once said, the world is so big, we will meet again eventually. So, don't worry about the short separation, look forward to the next meeting. Even if you are of no use at this moment, how can you be sure that you will still have no chance the next time you meet?"

As he spoke, he stood up, chuckled, looked at the sky outside the house and said sadly:

"I'm going to retreat. I can't let that kid fight alone. As her uncle, I have to share some of the pressure with her."