Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Aside from not allowing Gu Yao to go out, Huan Yan gave Gu Yao a great deal of freedom.

Huan Yan brought over the most senior physicians and alchemists from the Hehuan Sect to examine Gu Yao's pulse.

Looking at the tense and solemn girl, Gu Yao didn't feel anything, as if the person afflicted with this curse wasn't him. He yawned, propped his chin up, and still looked lazy.

He looked more like a spectator than a patient being treated.

Seeing this person's nonchalant attitude, Huan Yan was so angry she wanted to bite him.

She was worried about his health, but he was sleeping soundly.

They really are heartless.

The girl shouted sharply, "Gu Yao!"

The person who was drowsy was nearly knocked off their chair by the shout.

Gu Yao picked at his ear, barely managed to lift his eyelids, sighed, and waved his hand, "I know, I know, don't be angry."

As he spoke, he forced himself to sit up straight, but he still kept dozing off.

Looking at the person who had just regained consciousness for a short while, whose eyelids were already drooping uncontrollably, Huan Yan choked up.

Taking a deep breath, she decided not to argue with him.

To avoid getting yourself angry to death.

The girl turned her head to look at the solemn-faced old men, and in the blink of an eye, her expression changed. She adopted the aura of the Hehuan Sect Master and asked coldly, "Can his injury still be healed?"

Gu Yao, who had finally finished his consultation with three doctors, was fast asleep on the table.

The old men exchanged glances, but none of them dared to speak.

Seeing their troubled expressions, Huan Yan's heart sank a little, making her beautiful face appear somewhat gloomy.

After exchanging glances several times, it was finally the most respected alchemist who stepped forward.

"Sect Master, Young Master Gu's injury is easy to heal, but..." The alchemist paused, as if he had something difficult to say.

"Just what? Just say it." Huan Yan frowned; she hated people who beat around the bush the most.

"However, Young Master Gu was forcibly turned into a furnace by someone using a vicious method. We have never heard of such a method before, and we are truly powerless to help him."

"Forced, completed?!"

Huan Yan's pupils constricted, and her voice trembled as her out-of-control spiritual power shredded the fine mahogany chair to pieces.

The alchemist silently took a step back, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said respectfully, "Yes, this Young Master Gu was originally close to the Void Refining stage, but now he has been drained of his spiritual energy and is only at the early Nascent Soul stage. Moreover, he cannot use any of this spiritual energy himself, making him practically an ordinary person."

Such insidious methods are something I've only heard of in ancient books; I've never actually seen them in person.

The alchemist sighed softly, shook his head, and looked somewhat regretful.

After all, very few people could endure the pain of being tempered in that alchemical furnace and survive.

Such a brilliant and talented person suffered such a misfortune.

If a naturally born cultivation vessel can find the right cultivation method, it can even become a cultivation prodigy, since its spiritual energy is pure and it is a natural talent for cultivation.

But this acquired furnace is pure torture.

Once its cultivation returns to the mortal realm, the life of this furnace/cauldron will come to an end.

What a deep grudge that must be.

Huan Yan remained silent for a moment.

His dark eyes turned to look at the person sleeping soundly on the table, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.

He refined his Heavenly Spirit Body into a furnace body, feeling his spiritual power gradually weaken and become out of control, until it was completely beyond his control, turning him into a useless person who could no longer cultivate, becoming a furnace that could only be used by others for their desecration.

That kind of inhuman torture is something every cultivator would endure. How did this person in front of me manage to endure it?

Now he can still pretend nothing's wrong and laugh it off.

Huan Yan really wanted to ask him a question.

Gu Yao, doesn't it hurt?

He's made himself into this mess.

You should have been the pride of heaven.

Recalling the first time she met this person, Huan Yan took a deep breath, forced back the tears welling up in her eyes, and silently turned her head away.

"Then I'll trouble you all to heal his internal injuries first."

……

Gu Yao never expected that his good days would end up with someone coming to his door after only three days.

Sitting at the table, looking at the handsome man in red in front of her, she slightly curled her lips, already knowing the man's identity.

Niansheng is currently the most favored "close attendant" in the Hehuan Palace.

It is said that the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect picked up a child from a small sect that had been wiped out ten years ago.

I was practically raised by him, so naturally we're closer.

Gu Yao pondered Huan Yan's appearance for a moment, then looked at the young man in front of him and clicked his tongue lightly.

I sighed inwardly, thinking, "An old cow pretending to be a young cow trying to eat tender grass."

Gu Yao was sizing up the person in front of him, but the person in front of him was also sizing him up.

Seeing that the man was so composed, she finally couldn't help but speak first, offering a warm and welcoming smile, "I wonder if Young Master Gu is finding his stay comfortable?"

Gu Yao raised an eyebrow, but remained calm on the surface.

Is this some kind of display of power befitting the empress?

It's a soft knife.

The way you're saying that makes it sound like if he's not comfortable living here, this person could just move him to another place.

Gu Yao smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He feigned gratitude, his voice rising slightly, "Of course I'm living comfortably. I have no way to repay Sect Master Huan's life-saving grace, except..."

"No need for thanks." The person opposite suddenly raised their voice, interrupting Gu Yao.

A faint glimmer of light flashed in Gu Yao's clear, glassy eyes.

Young people, they still can't keep their composure.

Gu Yao tilted his head with a puzzled look and asked, "What's wrong? The master of Huan Sect is kind and beautiful, but I am not such an ungrateful wretch. I will naturally repay the life-saving grace with a spring of gratitude."

Looking at the innocent look in this person's light eyes, and the slightly pale, handsome face that looked sickly, even he couldn't help but feel pity when he saw this face, let alone the sect leader.

But then, that face became like a knife, tearing open the unease in his heart, causing blood to gush out, each drop soaked with jealousy and resentment.

This was the first person who made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis. With such a calm and bewildered demeanor, he possessed what he had longed for but could not obtain, so effortlessly.

He never expected that there would actually be such a person who could force him to surrender in just one encounter.

What if this person really wins over the sect leader?

A sense of panic gripped Niansheng, causing his eyes to redden uncontrollably.

"The sect leader has always been a kind person. I hope Young Master Gu is comfortable here. I just remembered that I have some matters to attend to in my courtyard, so I will take my leave now."

Nian Sheng suddenly stood up and hurriedly walked outside.

Gu Yao's tea-scented face vanished, and he rested his chin on his hand, watching the young man's retreating figure with great interest.

It carried a sense of fleeing in disarray.

A smile played on his lips; he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his disrespectful behavior towards his elders.

It's really interesting.

[“Host, are you sure this is okay?”] Xiao Jiu looked at Gu Yao’s prank and was speechless.

Gu Yao pursed his lips and stretched.

[“What problems could there be? Maybe I’m their matchmaker?”]

Young people, that sour smell just can't be suppressed.

The system shuddered at the enigmatic smile on Gu Yao's lips, silently moved further away, and reached out to grab Gu Yao's sleeve as he was about to go back to sleep.

[“Host, are you really okay?”]

You spend seven out of twelve hours of a day sleeping.

Gu Yao was taken aback, then reached out and patted the fluffy head in front of him, reassuringly saying, "I'm fine, it's just that this body is too weak and needs rest."

Xiao Jiu pursed her lips, her face showing suspicion.

[“Host, please don’t treat me like a child.”]

I've been fooled by this person so many times before, I really don't dare to trust them anymore.

This person always manages to end up covered in bruises.

Gu Yao smiled and ruffled the soft fur twice. "I'm not lying to you, this is just a small price to pay."

Looking up, the young man's gaze was distant and calm, without a ripple. His thin shoulders seemed to bear a heavy burden.

Dry, warm palms landed on my head, carrying a comforting power.

Xiao Jiu opened her mouth, but was interrupted by Gu Yao, "Besides, we were going to be cannon fodder anyway, weren't we? Don't worry about it."

In an instant, the young man reverted to his lazy demeanor, yawning, "I need to sleep more, because this opportunity won't come again in a while."

As she spoke, she lifted her foot and walked towards the couch, pounced on the bed, rolled over, and wrapped herself in the quilt.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

Looking at the Old Beijing Chicken Roll on the bed, Xiao Jiu sighed softly, naturally knowing what Gu Yao was talking about.

In a few days, that Demon Lord will probably storm the Hehuan Sect.

The tracking technique hidden within this body, which he has suppressed for so many days, is about to be awakened.