Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

This carriage was something she had meticulously scavenged and renovated from another world. Its interior was spacious, divided into two floors, housing three rooms and a small, elegant kitchen. Its overall structure was quite similar to a modern RV. When she unloaded the carriage, she had already made the appropriate arrangements: she and Mu Yao would occupy the two rooms on the second floor, while Mu Sheng would occupy the room on the first floor.

At that moment, watching Feng Xi leave with an angry expression, unsure of what to do, Mu Sheng fell into deep thought, trying to recall where he had offended her again. After racking his brains to no avail, he secretly resolved to personally roast a delicious chicken for her later, hoping to ease her anger. Meanwhile, Mu Yao, still deeply troubled by the incident with the resentful woman, was oblivious to the subtle shift in the atmosphere.

Feng Xi returned to her room, closed the door, and entered the space cabin. The room was in a mess, with books, scrolls, and various strange and bizarre items scattered all over the floor. Feng Xi was concentrating on searching for something among these "treasures." Beads of sweat had already beaded on her forehead, but her eyes remained firm and focused.

At that moment, she was absorbed in a vast sea of ancient tome, meticulously leafing through, searching painstakingly for a cultivation method perfectly suited to Mu Sheng. Mu Sheng's body harbored immense, surging demonic power, but, frustratingly, this immense power had been firmly suppressed by that mysterious headband. If this continued, without a definitive method to control and channel it, it would not only severely hamper Mu Sheng's continued rise in power but could even threaten his lifespan. At this thought, Feng Xi's beautiful face involuntarily furrowed in a deep frown, and even her once gentle, soothing movements became increasingly rapid.

Just at this moment, Feng Xi noticed some movement outside the space, so he immediately slipped out of the space.

Then, a subtle knock on the door, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, suddenly shattered the tranquility. "Knock! Knock! Knock!" Though the knock was as soft as a mosquito's hum and not loud, it was unusually abrupt and distinctly audible in the silence. Feng Xi heard the knock and swiftly headed for the door. Once there, she lifted her delicate hand, slowly unlatched the door, and with a slight effort, gently pulled the tightly closed door open.

Outside, Mu Sheng stood motionless, like a statue. The sunlight caressed him like a gentle hand, casting a dazzling golden outline across his slender frame. He carefully held a steaming, fragrant roast chicken in his hands. The alluring aroma seemed to come alive, instantly spreading like a tide, quickly filling every corner of the room.

At this moment, Mu Sheng's deep and bright eyes were staring at Feng Xi in the room. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile as warm as the spring sun.

Mu Sheng whispered, "Well... I saw you didn't eat much tonight, and I was worried you'd be hungry, so I grilled you another one..." Before she could finish, Feng Xi's footsteps were as light as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, she was at the door. Her delicate, jade-white hand gently reached out and, like a breeze brushing across a lake, gently grasped Mu Sheng's sleeve. Then, with a slight tug, she led Mu Sheng slowly into the room.

In a flash, Feng Xi dodged behind Mu Sheng and, with swift and deft movements, ripped off his headband. At that moment, an extremely powerful and majestic demonic energy erupted from Mu Sheng's body like a volcanic eruption, its force like a surging, unstoppable torrent, spreading wildly in all directions.

Yet, faced with such a startling scene, Feng Xi remained calm and composed. Her slender hands gracefully rose, tracing a graceful arc through the air like a dancing fairy. As she chanted, she unleashed a breathtakingly exquisite spell. As her hand gestures shifted, dazzling rays of light suddenly shone, interweaving into an impenetrable net that enveloped the entire room, forming an impenetrable, unbreakable barrier.

At this moment, Mu Sheng's long, lustrous black hair, once held back by a headband, cascaded down like a black waterfall, draping smoothly over his broad, solid shoulders. His narrow, deep eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of devilish charm inadvertently glimpsed between his eyebrows. He stared intently at Feng Xi before him, his red lips parted as he spoke in a tone of slight rebuke, "Hmph, who gave you permission to rip off my headband so recklessly? Huh? Aren't you afraid of me..." At this point, Mu Sheng paused deliberately, as if to whet Feng Xi's appetite and observe her reaction.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xi didn't show the slightest hint of fear. Instead, she smiled sweetly, as bright and charming as a blooming spring flower. She parted her red lips, letting out a melodious laugh as clear as a silver bell. Without hesitation, she stretched out her arms, as white and tender as lotus roots, and embraced Mu Sheng with the swiftness and precision of a snake. Then, she pressed her delicate and charming body against Mu Sheng, her breath sweet as orchids, and she said coquettishly, "Hehe, sister, why should I be afraid of you? My little Ah Sheng!"

Faced with Feng Xi's sudden and bold gesture, even the usually calm and composed Mu Sheng was flustered and at a loss as to what to do. His cheeks, once as white as jade and as smooth as mutton fat, suddenly flushed bright red, as if illuminated by the brilliant sunset. Furthermore, even his delicate ears turned as red as overripe apples, as if the slightest touch would draw blood.

Mu Sheng lowered her head shyly, not daring to meet Feng Xi's fiery gaze. She just asked in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "I... I look... ugly like this?" Her words were full of uneasiness and a little inferiority.

Seeing this, Feng Xi's smile became even gentler. She gently raised her hand and stroked Mu Sheng's hair as gently as the breeze on a willow, and at the same time comforted him softly: "How could that be? It really looks good! Come, take a look at the exercises that your sister has prepared specially for you! As long as you can practice this exercise diligently, even if you accidentally pull off the hairband on your head in the future, if you don't want to let your powerful demonic power leak out, then it will never overflow like before!" After that, Feng Xi took out a yellowed ancient book from her arms and carefully handed it to Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng's eyes widened, his face filled with curiosity as Feng Xi's slender, white, jade-like hands slowly produced the mysterious technique. On the cover of the technique, three powerful characters were written in a flamboyant style: "Demon God Technique"! These three words seemed to contain endless magical power, and one glance would captivate them deeply.

Mu Sheng could no longer contain his excitement and eagerness. He eagerly reached out and carefully took the invaluable manual from Feng Xi's hands. He felt as if he had found a treasure, gently stroking the cover, feeling the texture of the slightly raised lines. Then, he took a deep breath and cautiously opened the first page. As the pages turned, an ancient and mysterious aura filled him.

Mu Sheng didn't dare slack off for a moment. He read through the book word for word with rapt attention. Time passed, and Mu Sheng was completely immersed in the world of this miraculous technique. A moment later, he could only be heard whispering the obscure yet crucial formulas and key points described in the book. Though his voice was soft, each word seemed to carry a unique rhythm and power.

Then, Mu Sheng followed the instructions in the book, closing his eyes and clearing his mind of all distracting thoughts. He began to concentrate and regulate his breathing. Gradually, his breathing became steady and long, and he relaxed, slowly entering a state of selfless cultivation.

Feng Xi, who had been observing silently from the side, saw this scene and her lips curled up slightly, revealing a gratified smile. A flicker of admiration flashed across her beautiful eyes. Then, with a flicker of her hand, Feng Xi pulled out several crystal-clear spirit stones from the space magic weapon she carried with her, gleaming like gemstones.

As soon as these spirit stones appeared, they immediately emitted waves of faint spiritual energy. Simply by approaching them, one could feel the air around them become refreshing and pleasant. Clearly, these spirit stones were no ordinary objects, but rather rare and exquisite treasures.

Feng Xi's movements were graceful and skillful. Like a skilled craftsman, she skillfully arranged the spirit stones into an exquisite spirit gathering array. This array, while seemingly simple, held a hidden secret. The position and angle of each spirit stone were meticulously calculated to maximize the concentration and guidance of the surrounding spiritual energy towards Mu Sheng.

After the entire spirit gathering array was set up, Feng Xi nodded in satisfaction. She glanced once more at Mu Sheng, who was still in his training state, then tiptoed out of the room with light steps. She knew that Mu Sheng needed absolute silence to concentrate on his training, and any slight noise could interrupt his progress. Therefore, Feng Xi tried her best to avoid even the slightest sound of closing the door.