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

Shen Zhezhu took a deep breath; this person always had the ability to easily anger him.

With just a few words, he wanted to take this person back and punish him properly. He raised his hand, intending to unleash a burst of spiritual energy to bind the person, but his gaze fell upon a faint trace of blood at the corner of the person's lips.

And this person's pale complexion was something they couldn't suppress.

Gu Yao watched the boy raise and lower his fingertips, a glint of triumph flashing in his eyes.

I guess I'm still reluctant to part with it.

He didn't mince words, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "What? Are you still going to attack me? Well, you are, after all, a wicked disciple who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors!"

The young man was pale, but his words were still hurtful, and his handsome face was full of disgust.

It was as if he truly loathed the person in front of him.

With just a few words, Shen Zhezhu's rationality was completely shattered. With a flick of his finger, spiritual power transformed into ropes, binding the person in front of him tightly.

Gu Yao did not resist.

After all, the difference in strength is too great, so why bother struggling?

Seeing that the person was behaving obediently, Shen Zhezhu smiled and flicked her wrist, using her spiritual power to bind Gu Yao and send him flying upwards, causing him pain.

It felt like being torn to pieces by these invisible threads.

Even though I could control the tightness, I let it tear like this.

Is this a way of intimidating him?

Gu Yao lowered his eyes, concealing the expression within them.

Shen Zhezhu's gaze was fixed on Gu Yao, scanning every inch of the body, trying to see through the person's soul, yet also yearning for the person before him as if drinking poison to quench his thirst.

"Master, are you not even willing to look at me?"

Seeing the person with their head down, a dark light flashed in the boy's eyes, and he felt a surge of anger. He grabbed the person's chin and forced them to look directly at him.

Caught off guard by the boy's gaze, Gu Yao froze for a moment, but immediately turned his head away, suppressing the emotions that had not yet been concealed in his eyes, and cursed angrily: "I just don't want to see you, you beast!"

The young man seemed somewhat annoyed, turning his head to the side, his voice rising slightly.

In just a moment, Shen Zhezhu caught a glimpse of the fleeting panic on Gu Yao's face.

Those eyes, which have always been so pale as to seem devoid of any emotion, were they just filled with sadness?

Or perhaps, love?

This unrealistic hope sent a shiver down Shen Zhezhu's spine, causing him to momentarily loosen his grip on the young man. Gu Yao immediately broke free, spat lightly, and turned to glare fiercely at the man before him, his face full of disgust. "You beast, you are rebellious and will surely be punished by heaven!"

People who have been well-mannered since childhood can only use the same few bland and unoriginal words to curse others.

But Shen Zhezhu was already immune to all of that.

He stared intently into the man's eyes, trying to discern something else from those clear pupils, but all he saw was disgust and... hatred.

It really hasn't changed at all.

His good teacher.

He was all too familiar with that look; the same look had been used by the tormentor on Green Bamboo Peak during his days and nights.

It was as if they were looking at some kind of trash.

He always thought that it was because he hadn't worked hard enough or was good enough that he had angered his master.

Otherwise, why would such a good master have become like this?

So he worked even harder to cultivate, knowing that he was not strong enough when he entered the sect and was at the bottom. Everyone said that he was lucky, that he had no background and no strength but was accepted as a personal disciple by Gu Xianjun, the strongest in the Tianqian Sect.

Gu Xianjun even declared that he would only have Shen Zhezhu as his disciple in this lifetime.

At that time, he was truly overjoyed.

Such a dignified and upright person slowly walked up to him, reached out his hand to the dirty-looking man, handed him the token of being a direct disciple of Qingzhu Peak, and gently stroked his head, saying, "From now on, you are my only disciple."

The solemn promise still echoes in my ears, but the person before me is no longer the same as yesterday.

Shen Zhezhu took a deep breath, suppressing the violent thoughts in his heart. Looking at the proud man in front of him, who still stubbornly refused to bend down even a little, he revealed a strange smile.

Gu Yao sensed the instinctive danger and wanted to avoid it, but Shen Zhezhu seemed to see through the thoughts of the person in front of him. With a light tap of his fingertip, Gu Yao felt an indescribable suffocation on his neck. The rope formed by spiritual power had somehow wrapped around his neck. At this moment, the other end of the rope was held in the hand of someone who hated him to the bone.

Shen Zhezhu was delighted. He untied the ropes binding the man, leaving only the one in his hand. He smiled and tugged at the rope in his hand, "Master, will you be more obedient now?"

Gu Yao was stunned upon hearing this, and then an indescribable look of humiliation appeared on his face.

What's the difference between dragging him along like this and dragging along a pet or a mythical beast?

Are they treating him like a dog?

The young man lowered his gaze and pursed his lips.

Because of suffocation, tears welled up uncontrollably in her light-colored eyes, threatening to fall, making her look extremely pitiful.

Yet he still refused to beg for mercy.

It's so stubborn, it's like all that's left is this little bit of bone.

As the two forces clashed, an eerie purplish-red hue appeared on that handsome, pale face.

Cultivators can practice tortoise breathing and even replenish themselves with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

But Gu Yao is different. Right now, he's only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. He just used up all the spiritual power he had painstakingly accumulated over the past few days to save people.

He is now even weaker than a physically strong mortal.

Watching the person in front of me struggle and desperately try to survive, clearly only needing to beg for mercy to get a chance to catch their breath, yet stubbornly refusing to speak.

Shen Zhezhu felt a sense of defeat.

It's so boring.

With a flick of his fingertips, the noose around Gu Yao's neck turned into specks of light and scattered.

He hadn't expected that the person who had lost their support would be unable to stand on the clouds like him; they fell backward and plummeted downwards.

"Master!"

Shen Zhezhu's eyes changed, and he rushed towards Gu Yao at lightning speed.

Gu Yao looked at the somewhat flustered young man, so close he seemed within reach, and couldn't help but cough up blood. Yet, a smile played on his lips as he made a hand seal. His voice was faint, as if it might dissipate at any moment, but it clearly reached Shen Zhezhu's ears.

"A thousand-pound weight".

Once the spell was complete, the person in white robes plummeted downwards, about to hit the ground in an instant.

Gu Yao distanced himself from the person in front of him, his smile deepening, his face full of relief. He closed his eyes, waiting for his body to fall into the ruins and become a pile of minced meat.