Quick Transmigration: Pregnancy Blessing - The Soft Bunny is Pampered by the Big Shots

Master Xuyun had already straightened his monk's robes, which tightly covered his body, and the bulge had subsided. It seemed that his willpower was indeed extraordinary, as he could calm his desires on his own.

"Master Xuyun?"

Sang Yu bit her lower lip pitifully, tears welling in her eyes. "I killed the Great Protector. I can't go back to the Wuxian Sect."

"Master, can you bear to see me all alone and wandering in the wilderness?"

Xu Yun frowned, his mind still a complete blank.

His gaze fell on Sang Yu's face, paused for a moment, and he stopped.

Sang Yu noticed his gaze and, thinking she had given herself away, innocently asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

A few drops of bright red blood stained her snow-white cheeks, creating an indescribable sense of beauty in the flickering candlelight.

It was blood splattered on her when she killed someone.

Xu Yun looked at the few drops of blood, and his drooping fingers twitched slightly.

He slowly raised his hand, his cool fingertips brushing against her cheek, gently gliding over it, leaving a faint sandalwood scent lingering around her nose.

Sang Yu paused for a moment, then looked at him with bright eyes.

Xu Yun lowered his eyes, lightly twirled his fingers, and raised his hand for her to see.

“There’s blood,” he whispered.

"Thank you, Venerable Master."

Sang Yu smiled charmingly and gave him a flirtatious wink.

Xu Yun lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze, and said calmly, "The people outside are still in their hands, and we need to rescue them as soon as possible."

"Oh." Sang Yu had no objection and was about to walk forward when her sleeve was suddenly tugged lightly.

She turned around blankly.

From his perspective, the woman's figure was alluring, her beautiful body partially hidden beneath her pink gauze dress, her skin as white as the finest jade.

He took off his outer robe and handed it to her, saying, "It's chilly at night, please put this on."

Sang Yu's gaze followed the monk's robe to his face, but she didn't expose him. She chuckled and accepted the robe, saying, "Thank you, Master Xuyun."

After dealing with the crisis, Xu Yun's disciples rushed to the scene.

Their gazes fell on his neck in unison, and they were speechless for a long time.

Even the most obtuse disciple, Wukong, noticed something was wrong. Master Xuyun had several bite marks on his neck, clearly made by human teeth.

Upon catching sight of Sangyu behind him, draped in a monk's robe and with a flushed face, Wukong's heart sank to the bottom. He asked in a trembling voice, "Master... have you... broken the precepts?"

He didn't have the courage to ask the question in front of so many people.

Master Xuyun was a disciple with wisdom that was rare to find in a hundred years. He was a prodigy in Buddhism and the person most likely to attain Buddhahood.

If he were to break the rules, Wukong dared not even imagine the consequences.

He glanced at Sang Yu, a surge of overwhelming hatred welling up in his heart—it was all because of that vixen!

Wu Kong knelt down, crying out in anguish, "Master, please kill this witch!"

Sang Yu slightly raised her eyelids, her eyes cold, but when she saw Xu Yun looking over, she immediately put on a pitiful and innocent look.

“Master…” Sang Yu gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice trembling slightly, looking utterly helpless and frightened.

Wu Kong's gaze immediately pierced Sang Yu like a knife, filled with hatred.

Seeing that Wukong's face was pale and he looked very distressed, Master Xuyun remained silent for a long time before helping him up and shaking his head.

Is it that you can't kill, or that you haven't broken the precept?

“Wu Kong, it was this benefactor who saved me, I must not be rude.”

Wu Kong looked over with unspoken words, his doubts fermenting in his heart.

Seeing that he seemed to want to ask but dared not, Master Xukong took the initiative to tell them what had just happened, but omitted a part of it.

After listening, Wu Kong felt extremely complicated. Although Master Xu Yun's explanation was obscure, he could roughly guess how Sang Yu had saved Xu Yun and killed Wu Jiali.

Although I haven't broken the precept against lust, what about the other precepts?

As Sang Yu listened to their conversation, she suddenly felt cold and her head began to spin.

She guessed that there was no internal energy to support her body, and even with the system's help, it was only temporary. Now her body couldn't withstand it and was about to collapse.

Sang Yu looked at the tall, thin, gray-white figure in front of her, her mind hazy. She wanted to say something, but her head was too heavy and her vision was blurry.

"Mage..."

Sang Yu vaguely reached out and grabbed, her body swayed slightly, and her whole body slumped forward.

When Master Xuyun heard her voice, he turned around and saw that she was pale and swaying, about to fall to the ground.

The pain she had imagined did not come. A pair of arms caught her as she fell. As she lost consciousness, she smelled a faint, familiar sandalwood scent, a calming aroma. She closed her eyes.

Master Xuyun caught her soft body, and she fell into his arms, exuding a rich, delicate fragrance.

What made him even more nervous was that her body was unusually cold at the moment, without any warmth at all.

"master?"

Wu Kong watched in astonishment as his revered and great master picked up the woman in his arms and strode away, his face filled with anxiety.

Master Xuyun placed her on the bed in the meditation room.

He lowered his eyes to check on Sang Yu's condition. His already fair face was now completely drained of color, and his rosy lips were slightly pale and tightly pursed.

Sang Yu had woken up the moment he put her on the bed, but although she was conscious, she couldn't open her eyes.

At night, the valley was damp with dew. Master Xuyun paused for a few seconds before reaching out to remove his own outer robe from her body.

The thin crimson gauze dress was soaked with cold sweat and clung to her fair skin.

He rolled up a section of her sleeve to take her pulse.

In an instant, Master Xuyun came to a conclusion: her pulse was weak and shallow, which was due to the depletion of her vital energy.

However, he also sensed another flow of energy within her body, which was sometimes extremely cold and sometimes extremely hot, quite strange.

Master Xuyun withdrew his hand from taking her pulse and went to examine her other injuries. There were three wounds on her waist, back, and upper arm.

The dark red bloodstains on her fair skin were somewhat unsightly.

Master Xuyun's eyes flickered, his gaze unfathomable, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

To treat her wounds, he had to undress. Although men and women are different, and he was still a monk, he couldn't go out to find a doctor at this moment.

Sang Yu is the Holy Maiden of the Wuxian Sect, and her identity is too sensitive; some people want to kill her.

At this moment, Sang Yu, who was pretending to be unconscious, lay on the bed and waited quietly.

The gauze dress was too thin, and the bedding on the bed was a bit itchy.

On her snow-white skin, there were some mottled red spots from being pricked.

Why is there no movement yet?

Sang Yu thought to herself that Master Xuyun was too slow, not making a sound for a long time.

Fortunately, she wasn't an ordinary woman; otherwise, she would have been dead before he could save her.

He opened the door and went out, bringing back a bucket of hot water and cold water to neutralize it.

Master Xuyun stood before the bed, clasped his hands together, and recited a sutra, resolving to save her.

He bent down and reached out to untie her sash...