"Uh... villains die because they talk too much, I know that, but it's not hard to understand their psychology.
Villains often die from talking too much, not because they are stupid, but because when victory is within their grasp, the temptation to show off is hard to resist, making them unconsciously immerse themselves in it.
I once summarized this pattern. Villains don't die because they talk too much..."
"But because they are villains. Villains deserve to die, and will be eliminated by the righteous protagonist."
Han Xiaoyun looked up and answered quickly, her face full of pride, expecting Wan Lei's praise.
"I also want to be a protagonist. I wish I had protagonist's halo."
Xia Yu Bing sighed and lamented, wishing she wasn't the protagonist.
Wan Lei's mind stirred.
"There's only one protagonist's halo in the whole world. I don't know where it is now. If I find it, I must kill that host and take the protagonist's halo back for myself."
Wan Qian Xin waved his fist, radiating killing intent.
Wan Lei swallowed his words again. After thinking for a moment, he advised,
"Everyone is the protagonist of their own life. There's no need to envy those illusory protagonists in books. Those people are written to cater to the readers' tastes, written to be as cool as possible, completely different from reality. It's enough to live your own life well."
"I hate listening to chicken soup."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, don't lecture us."
"You're more annoying than Xin Xin's dad."
"Which young man doesn't admire heroes?"
The four little ones spoke one after another, leaving Wan Lei speechless.
After speaking, the four little ones continued their previous topic.
"Hmph, you think you can kill a protagonist? Why is a protagonist a protagonist? It's because they have immortality. Even if the protagonist is just a mortal realm cultivator, and you are an immortal realm expert, you still can't kill them."
Han Xiaoyun scoffed at Wan Qian Xin's words, pursing her lips and objecting.
"Impossible, how can an immortal realm expert not be able to kill a mortal realm cultivator?"
Xia Yu Bing immediately stood up to refute this. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he sat down dejectedly before Han Xiaoyun could present any evidence.
"Actually, regardless of whether they have the protagonist's halo or not, every Son of the Plane is the protagonist of that universe. They are born with destiny, prop up a collapsing great structure, turn the tide when things are about to go wrong, rise at an incredible speed, and save the plane. Such people are all protagonists."
Saying this, Wan Qian Xin looked up and smiled at Wan Lei,
"Am I right, Son of the Plane Wan Lei?"
Hearing this, Wan Lei's expression was startled, and so were the other three. They looked at Wan Lei in surprise.
"How do you know?"
"It's very simple. You're not old, only in your twenties or thirties. You haven't been cultivating for long, yet you've managed to reach the Immortal Realm.
Coupled with your usual demeanor, it's clear you're unfamiliar with the Immortal Realm. You don't even know about forums or spaceships, so it's obvious you've just ascended from the lower realms.
Although you're poor and always laughing carelessly, these are all disguises. When you face important matters, you naturally issue commands. That kind of authoritative, "orders are obeyed immediately" demeanor is something only superiors or even rulers possess.
Furthermore, Immortal Realm experts from high-spirit planes are generally very knowledgeable about the Immortal Realm.
Therefore, I deduced that you must have ascended from a middle-spirit plane. Being able to ascend from such a barren place as a middle-spirit plane means your talent is outstanding, even in the Immortal Realm.
The last point is that you are decisive and ruthless. Whenever you are about to kill someone, there is no trace of pity or hesitation in your eyes. You kill readily. While it might be an exaggeration to say you despise life, you must have killed many, many people. Tens of thousands is likely an understatement.
As for combat experience, I don't even need to mention it. Every Son of the Plane has fought their way through blood and fire. There's no need to elaborate."
Wan Qian Xin's words made Wan Lei re-evaluate his intelligence, elevating it by another level.
Where he came from, his experiences, he had never told the four little ones. The fact that Wan Qian Xin could deduce so much from casual observation showed his exceptional intelligence.
"That's right. I am from a middle-spirit plane called the Lei Feng Realm. I have killed hundreds of thousands of demons and tens of millions of humans."
Wan Lei nodded.
Hearing this, Wan Qian Xin muttered,
"Lei Feng Realm? It sounds a bit familiar, but I can't recall where I heard it. I feel like I've forgotten something important."
Wan Lei was taken aback, then said,
"I seem to have forgotten something important too. This feeling is quite unpleasant. What have I forgotten?"
He looked at Fang Xiaoyu, who shook her head, implying she had no idea what he had forgotten.
This question didn't trouble the four little ones. Xia Yu Bing's eyes lit up as he asked Wan Lei,
"Are you the Son of the Plane? Then you're the protagonist, right? Do you have eighteen wives?"
"Wh... what?"
Wan Lei couldn't keep up with his line of thought.
"Look at this book, 'Demonic Star Palace.' The protagonist has eighteen wives, many confidantes, and his romantic luck is endless. Do you also have many wives?"
"...Can't you read less novels? I only have one wife, and she's sitting right next to me."
Wan Lei gently held Fang Xiaoyu's hand. Fang Xiaoyu smiled tenderly.
"Alas, I understand. Men, you know. When you're not with Sister Xiaoyu, you must have quite a few confidantes behind her back."
Xia Yu Bing, though young, deliberately put on a knowing, mature expression as if he understood men.
"We've been together since we met. I haven't had time to pursue other confidantes. You can give up on that idea."
Wan Lei's forehead was covered in black lines.
Fang Xiaoyu snorted, her expression slightly darkening.
"Hmph, still not admitting it. I want to be a protagonist too, and I want to marry eighteen wives."
*Bang!*
Just as Xia Yu Bing finished speaking, his head was firmly struck. He turned to see Han Xiaoyun staring at him with fire blazing in her beautiful eyes.
"Why did you hit me?!"
Xia Yu Bing looked aggrieved.
"I hit you because you're too cheeky. You're barely a child, with no facial hair yet, and you want to marry eighteen wives? Look at yourself, who would be interested in you..."
She continued to scold and hit him.
Wan Lei shook his head and shifted his gaze to DADA, who was silently and intently looking at a spirit scroll in his hand. He was curious about what DADA was studying.
He walked over to take a look, and yikes, it was a blinding sight! The screen showed a handsome man and a beautiful woman engaged in intimate intimacy.
"What are you looking at!"
DADA, sensing Wan Lei's gaze, quickly covered the spirit scroll, his old face flushing red.
"I'm not looking."
"You want to look too, don't you?"
"Pah! As if I would look at something like this?"
Wan Lei snorted proudly, then secretly transmitted a message to DADA,
"Send it to me."
After giving the instruction, Wan Lei nonchalantly walked to the window, looked out at the starry sky, and exclaimed loudly,
"This Immortal Realm is completely different from what I imagined."