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

Above the clouds, a spirit boat is speeding northward.

A day ago, the celestial phenomena in Beili City in the north changed, all beasts became restless, and a powerful aura emanated from the deep mountains and dense forests, as if a great treasure was about to be born.

The news spread like snowflakes throughout the entire cultivation world.

Now, the city of Beili is filled with cultivators preparing to seize the great treasure.

This news naturally reached the Demon Realm as well, becoming Shen Zhezhu's last hope, like a thread keeping him hanging on.

Clutching at the last glimmer of hope, they rushed to Beili City.

Seize the treasure!

Shen Zhezhu held the person in his arms tightly, not daring to rest for a moment. The person's intermittent breathing was like a knife hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.

Every time that breath stopped, Shen Zhezhu's heart would skip a beat.

Only when he regained that faint breath did he feel the frozen blood in his body begin to flow again.

He dared not rest for a moment, fearing that his master might suddenly die in his arms.

The phrase "trembling with fear and apprehension" best describes Shen Zhezhu.

He seemed neurotic, reaching out to check Gu Yao's breathing every now and then.

Now Gu Yao is no different from a dying mortal; his body is as cold as ice.

Shen Zhezhu could only use his spiritual power and physical strength to warm this body, but no matter how long it took or what he did, he could never warm it up.

He was as cold as a corpse.

Shen Zhezhu was genuinely afraid that Gu Yao would become a corpse.

As they approached Beili City, the person in his arms suddenly trembled, curling up into a shrimp-like shape, his hands flailing wildly as if trying to grasp something for support. Shen Zhezhu instinctively reached out to offer his hand, but Gu Yao curled himself up again.

He didn't expect that the moment he tried to make a move, something in Beili City would resonate with him, causing his already shattered body to break even more completely.

What exactly is in this secret realm?!

His broken tendons and veins caused him to tremble with pain, and he felt incredibly cold all over, his body constantly shaking.

The veins bulged tightly beneath the thin skin, outlining the shape of the hand bones, and then twisted and bulged again in an instant. The pain that went deep into the bone marrow and pierced the soul was like a malignant sore that raged in the bones.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't tell what day it was. He grabbed the blankets and stuffed them into his mouth to stifle the pain that was about to escape his lips. Only a few muffled groans escaped, but they still couldn't stop the soul-wrenching pain.

He had reached his limit and slammed his hand heavily onto the bed, letting out a few muffled groans that were extremely restrained and suppressed.

A bloody mark appeared instantly on his long-suffering hand, demonstrating Gu Yao's immense strength.

Shen Zhezhu was freed from Gu Yao's restraints by this sudden action. In just a moment, Gu Yao injured himself. He was anxious and hugged him tightly. He probed into Gu Yao's body with his spiritual energy, but his heart sank.

If the meridians were merely shattered before, leaving only a shape, now the meridians in Gu Yao's body were churned up like a mess.

How can it not hurt?

How did that happen?

The current situation gave him no time to think; he could only try to save the shattered meridians while preventing Gu Yao from harming himself.

Shen Zhezhu's heart trembled as he watched Gu Yao scream in pain, but he could only subdue the man with violence.

The rest... he can't do.

Even if Shen Zhezhu was unwilling to admit it, he now had no choice but to.

He had no choice but to keep channeling spiritual energy into the body.

Spiritual power vanished without a trace.

He looked at his fingertips and hugged Gu Yao's trembling body even tighter.

It's his fault.

How could he forget?

Once a vessel's body has been used for sexual intercourse, it can no longer retain spiritual energy.

It will only become a transit point for spiritual artifacts, giving all the purest spiritual energy to those who absorb it.

And he was that person.

Overwhelming helplessness and despair surged up, engulfing Shen Zhezhu and making it hard for him to breathe. He could only hold the person in his arms tighter, like a dying man clutching his last straw.

He looked out at the clouds and never imagined that one morning would come so late.

Gu Yao's consciousness was hazy, and his pale, cracked lips let out an unconscious roar as if he was in extreme pain, uttering a few incoherent words.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

One sentence was enough to plunge Shen Zhezhu into an ice cellar.

Under the peach tree, Gu Yao pleaded with him in the same way, but what did he do?

Shen Zhezhu's face paled even more, and her expression was filled with despair.

"Master...Master...I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Gu Yao felt so much pain that his soul and body had separated. He could clearly feel the pain that connected him to his body, but he was only hanging on by a thin thread.

He was like a bystander, an executioner, coldly watching the pain raging through his body, yet helpless to do anything about it.

Oh, maybe it's not just my imagination.

His soul has truly left his body.

The moment the spirit boat entered Beili City, Gu Yao felt a powerful pressure envelop him, as if his soul had traveled to that otherworldly realm.

The scene was desolate and barren.

There was only a huge stone tablet in front of him.

Shouldn't this kind of plot where someone is suddenly pulled into this instance happen to Shen Zhezhu?

Why did this happen to a mere cannon fodder like him?

Gu Yao mentally complained a couple of times, then looked up at the stone tablet in front of him, feeling that the aura emanating from it was strangely familiar.

He frowned, his fingers tracing the stone tablet, which instantly emitted a golden light.

Gu Yao took a step back, coldly observing the miraculous scene before him.

Golden light spread, and wherever it passed, desolation vanished, and life was reborn.

The barren land was covered in green, and the frozen water flowed again, making a gurgling sound.

New buds sprout from withered branches, and in the blink of an eye, the branches and leaves flourish.

Flowing water, lush greenery, and abundant flowers.

What was just a moment ago like a ghost town has now become a paradise.

The thick fog that had enveloped us in darkness slowly dissipated, revealing the true face of this place.

"You've come after all." A majestic voice rang out from above.

Gu Yao looked up, but saw no one.

He raised his guard to the highest level, looking around. The shadows of the trees swayed all around, but Gu Yao didn't see a single person.

"Stop looking, I am the stone tablet in front of you."

Gu Yao looked at the stone tablet, which was about ten feet tall, and silently took a few steps back.

"What brings you here?"

"Haha, you're quite an interesting person."

Suddenly, the golden light intensified, and a person slowly emerged from the stone tablet.

With white hair and a youthful face, he possessed an air of otherworldly grace.

Gu Yao stared warily at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, but the person flashed and the baby face was right in front of Gu Yao.

"Hmm, that's strange. You have an aura from another world, but your soul is definitely from this world, and you are indeed an old acquaintance of mine."