The Transmigrated Male Lead Confessed to Me - Chapter 18 (Part 1)

The three of them stood in silence.

Xiao Yu withdrew his hand and looked at Su Zhen, speaking very seriously, “No, that’s not it.”

Su Zhen: “……”

In that instant, she strangely understood what he meant.

He wasn’t seeing her as someone else.

There were no descendants who resembled her.

Su Zhen inexplicably wanted to laugh. “Hmm.”

Xiao Yu first sighed in relief, then, as if something amusing crossed his mind, the smile in his eyes grew, and he looked down at her. “Did I interrupt your reunion with your cousin?”

He directed this question to Su Zhen, which finally brought Pei Yang back to his senses.

“…It’s not really an issue.”

He glanced at the man standing beside his cousin. “I was about to go report to my master anyway.”

Pei Yang suppressed the surprise in his eyes.

He was a master of the Upper Seven Realm and had recently advanced to the Earth Immortal stage. Among the younger generation of the Tianyuan Sect, he was already one of the top cultivators.

For someone to approach him undetected and pat him on the shoulder, they would have to be at least at the Heavenly Immortal stage.

Above the Heavenly Immortal stage is the Golden Immortal, and then the Quasi-Saint and Saint stages. Anyone at the Heavenly Immortal stage in Weiyun Peak, even if not an elder, would hold a significant position.

If that were the case, the disciples of Weiyun Peak passing by should be bowing to him, not simply glancing over as if they didn’t recognize him.

Moreover, this man’s face was unfamiliar. Although cultivators of such levels could easily alter their appearance, they typically wouldn’t do so within the sect.

Pei Yang mentally went over the list of experts in Weiyun Peak but couldn’t match this person with anyone. He speculated that the man was one of the seniors who had left the sect for training many years ago.

Perhaps a disciple of the former peak master, one of Yuchen Xianzun’s junior disciples, or even one of his martial uncles or aunts—either could be possible.

Pei Yang, thinking he had guessed right, asked, “Senior, are you one of the disciples of Bai Xianzun?”

That was the former peak master of Weiyun Peak, the grandmaster of Yuchen Xianzun.

Xiao Yu shook his head. “I was not a disciple of Chang Heng Xianzun.”

He paused before continuing, “But the current peak master of Weiyun Peak should indeed address me as ‘Martial Uncle.’”

Su Zhen turned her head and met his playful gaze.

Su Zhen: “……”

Alright then.

Pei Yang, now understanding, assumed Xiao Yu was the disciple of an earlier elder from Weiyun Peak and didn’t think too much of it. “Greetings, Martial Granduncle.”

His prideful nature was evident in his only slight bow.

He likely thought that while this senior was of an advanced age, his reputation within the sect was minimal, suggesting he was merely at the Heavenly Immortal stage.

As for Pei Yang, being not yet four hundred years old and having already advanced to the Earth Immortal stage, it was only natural he would look down a bit on those who had lived for over a thousand years without breaking through to the Golden Immortal stage.

Su Zhen, knowing her cousin well, couldn’t help but feel a bit worried and was about to speak up in warning.

But Xiao Yu beat her to it, “There’s no need for such formality. The Sect Master’s disciples are many and capable. I’ve long heard of the illustrious reputations of the two Pei Immortals.”

Pei Yang, having grown used to hearing such praise, showed no signs of pride, as if it were only natural. “I’ll head off to report to my master.”

As he spoke, he gave Su Zhen a meaningful look, nodded slightly at Xiao Yu, and then transformed into a streak of light, speeding toward Lingxiao Peak.

Su Zhen watched his figure disappear into the clouds.

She turned back. “Had you come a moment later, you would have heard me telling my cousin that I don’t agree with his speculation.”

Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh?”

Su Zhen nodded. “When you look at me, it doesn’t seem like you’re reminiscing about someone else, nor does it seem like you’re seeing someone else through me. At least that’s how I feel.”

“Your feeling is correct.” Xiao Yu agreed.

“Don’t misunderstand. Besides, we both have mouths to speak with. If there’s anything, just ask directly. What I dread most is when people keep things bottled up, guessing endlessly, which only leads to misunderstandings and unnecessary heartache…”

Su Zhen: “?”

What was he even talking about?

Su Zhen laughed. “Are you even afraid of that, senior? If you wanted to know what others were thinking, it would just take a single thought.”

Xiao Yu didn’t deny it. “With others, that’s true, but as I’ve said before, I don’t care about them. Even if they misunderstand me, so what?”

Su Zhen understood the implication—that he would never casually use mind-reading on her.

Her feelings became somewhat complicated. “So when you said ‘everyone,’ you were really just referring to the two of us?”

Xiao Yu spread his hands. “I didn’t want to be too blunt.”

You think that wasn’t blunt enough?

Su Zhen was at a loss for words. “Earlier… My cousin has always been like that. If he offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf.”

Xiao Yu didn’t seem to mind at all. “I already called him ‘brother.’ What offense could there be?”

Su Zhen feigned annoyance. “I was going to mention earlier, don’t call him ‘brother,’ alright? His master calls you ‘Martial Uncle,’ and I still call you ‘Senior.’ It feels like I’m getting the short end of the stick.”

Xiao Yu, sounding innocent, said, “…I’ve already told you, you can just call me by my name.”

“Fine.”

Su Zhen pressed her lips together slightly. “Then it’s my fault for not following Immortal Venerable’s instructions.”

“I’m wrong.”

Xiao Yu paused, and then his expression suddenly became serious. “From now on, I’ll call your cousin ‘Immortal Pei,’ and I swear I won’t call your cousin ‘brother’ anymore, nor will I call your cousin ‘sister.’”

His overly solemn demeanor made Su Zhen laugh. “Why swear? I was only joking. You can call them whatever you like; it’s none of my business.”

They strolled along the long street on the mountainside.

The nearby dojo was brightly lit, with tall stone lamps standing in front of the surrounding pavilions, casting a radiant glow.

Many cultivators passed by, some chatting and laughing, others hurrying on their way, while others went in and out of the buildings responsible for managing the affairs of the peaks. Occasional disputes could even be heard.

Wherever Su Zhen passed, people would bow to her, and some seemed eager to strike up a conversation.

However, she made it clear that she was busy, responding briefly and avoiding eye contact. Those who had eventually approached gave up.

Some were curious about the identity of her companion, but even those who had been to Lingxiao Peak the other day couldn’t recognize him. They simply assumed he was an ordinary senior.

Once there were fewer people around, Su Zhen instinctively asked, “Senior, what method did you use to make them not pay attention to you?”

Xiao Yu answered without hesitation, naming two rare spells with such obscure names that they were hard to pronounce. Then he added, “You must know them too.”

Su Zhen: “……”

She wasn’t sure if she should feel flattered.

Had she been her past self, at a mere hundred years old, she wouldn’t have even heard of such difficult-to-master, esoteric techniques.

But now, not only did she know them, she had mastered them thoroughly, along with similar spells.

Back then, she had relied on these spells, appearing as an upright disciple of an Immortal Venerable while simultaneously mingling in the Demon Realm as a demon cultivator, traveling between worlds and escaping countless dangerous situations without being exposed.

Su Zhen: “I know them only slightly.”

They began discussing further.

Not all high-level sword cultivators were skilled in a wide range of techniques. Many disdained or had little interest in mental techniques, preferring to devote all their time to swordsmanship.

Xiao Yu had mentioned that he had spent over a hundred years studying mental techniques, and after talking with him for a while, Su Zhen realized he hadn’t been exaggerating.

She became increasingly intrigued.