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

Shen Zhezhu, who was being stared at by everyone, ignored the gazes of the others.

He bent down and placed the person in his arms on the palanquin, then reached out to tie the cloak and pull up the hood, completely covering the person's face so that no one could see it.

Layers of red gauze covered the two people inside the red tent, making it impossible for anyone to see what they were doing.

Some fearless individuals, eager to catch a glimpse of this delicate beauty's true face, had barely approached the palanquin when the four corner bells of the soul-locking bells rang softly. The oppressive force on their souls and consciousness was so strong that they couldn't lift their heads, as if their entire souls were about to be crushed.

Those with strong abilities can risk serious injury to hold off the attack and withdraw their divine sense, while those with weaker abilities will have their souls scattered.

Some are trapped in the constraints of these four-cornered soul bells, enduring the pain of having their souls scraped away every moment.

The boy reached out and covered the person with a blanket, adjusted the position of the soft pillow until he was satisfied, nodded, and then slowly got up.

The young man stepped out from the red tent, turned his head to look at the souls and consciousnesses left behind by the Soul-Locking Bell, raised his hand, and made as if to crush those struggling souls.

"Demon Lord, show mercy!"

Yan Ruo helped up an elder from Qianjin Valley and lifted his eyelids. His pupils were already dilated, and if he didn't regain his consciousness soon, he would die.

He couldn't stop the man's movements just now because they were too fast, but the man was still a member of Qianjin Valley. Over the years, he had traveled all over the world, and it was thanks to these elders that Qianjin Valley had been able to support him. He couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Zhezhu lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling on Yan Ruo. After looking at her for a while, he didn't say anything, and simply tossed the soul back into his hand. Yan Ruo caught it and leaned slightly forward.

"Thank you, Demon Lord."

They gave Shen Zhezhu plenty of face.

Shen Zhezhu did not speak.

He considered this insignificant clown as a gesture of respect to Yan Ruo.

His gaze fell upon the few souls that were barely holding on. Shen Zhezhu raised his hand and flicked it, and the weak souls entered his palm.

The tiny figure formed from divine consciousness appeared weak, its solidified soul becoming transparent as it landed in Shen Zhezhu's palm. The young man glanced at it, and the divine consciousness was filled with fear.

"You devil, how dare you!"

With a loud shout, members of a sect charged forward, swords drawn.

Shen Zhezhu showed no mercy, and with a clench of his fist, the already weakened soul shattered into dust in an instant.

Not yet part of Heaven and Earth, not yet part of the cycle of reincarnation.

It transformed into glimmers of light, becoming nourishment for the four-cornered soul-locking bells.

After absorbing so many souls, the slightly worn bell had been cleansed of some dust and looked a bit brighter.

The boy twirled his fingertips, scoffed, and muttered to himself as if somewhat dissatisfied, "What a waste. So many people and they've only managed to restore this Soul-Locking Bell a little bit."

In the quiet place, Shen Zhezhu's words were like water thrown into a hot oil pan, directly shattering the already arrogant cultivators.

"You fiend, give me back my junior brother's life!"

"Today I will avenge my senior sister!"

"The devil is indeed a devil, killing people without hesitation and never showing mercy."

"..."

"..."

Listening to these words, Shen Zhezhu felt that there was nothing new about them. No matter how much they cursed, these people still only knew these few phrases.

Seeing the large group of people charging towards him, most of whom were still armed, the young man scoffed, a red light flashing in his eyes, and shouted sharply, "No End!"

The Wujue Sword, which was originally standing in front of Shen Zhezhu, turned around and flew straight towards Shen Zhezhu.

The spirit swords surrounding Wu Juejian were like the most loyal servants, flying towards Shen Zhezhu along with Wu Juejian.

With the spirit sword swirling around him, Shen Zhezhu's expression remained completely unchanged. He had known from the beginning that the Wujue Sword possessed such abilities.

And now, he was going to use it to slap these hypocrites in the face.

He raised his hand, his fingertips touching the hilt of the sword.

Then, hold on tight!

The moment the sword of no destruction came into his hands, a hint of crimson appeared in the boy's eyes, but his face remained calm and composed.

The Sword of No End will amplify the darkness in people's hearts and bewitch the swordsman to lose his mind.

But for Shen Zhezhu, his only inner demon was Gu Yao; to him, everyone else was just a clown.

If before it was about seeking an answer, now Shen Zhezhu's goal is to save people!

Because of love, there arises sorrow; because of love, there arises fear. If one is free from love, there will be no sorrow and no fear.

But Shen Zhezhu couldn't do it.

The reason these people dared to spy on Gu Yao was simply because they wanted to use him as a hostage.

First, he wanted to be the one to reap the benefits, and then he wanted to take action against Gu Yao.

Then, die!

The young man was filled with murderous intent, yet his handsome face remained indifferent.

His lifeless eyes stared at those who wanted to make a move, and the pressure of his late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation pressed down on them, forcibly suppressing those who were about to take flight.

Despite feeling the surging spiritual energy within her body, Shen Zhezhu felt no joy whatsoever.

He didn't even dare to think about how much of this spiritual energy belonged to Gu Yao.

The young man lowered his gaze, suppressed his thoughts, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the Wujue Sword pointed directly at the group of people.

Shen Zhezhu's thin lips curved slightly, revealing a gentle smile that made his handsome face appear exceptionally kind.

"I have a sword called Flying Flower. Who among you can withstand it!"

Before the young man finished speaking, his spiritual energy surged, unleashing a powerful current that forced back the several old men who had been only three steps away from him. He remained indifferent, as if devoid of any emotion, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"Here comes the sword!"

As the two words landed lightly, the surrounding area resonated with metallic clang and ten thousand swords trembled!

Ten thousand swords pay homage, regardless of whether they are immortals or mortals.

Yan Ruo heard the sound of metal clanging coming from the city and swiftly climbed to the treetop.

Beili City is famous for its smelting industry and is a renowned place for weapon forging, with countless blacksmith shops throughout the city.

Even Gongye Ming, the number one swordsmith in the cultivation world, lived in seclusion here.

It was on that day, at that moment, that Yan Ruo truly saw what the "Return of Ten Thousand Swords" meant.

Regardless of whether one is a celestial being or a mortal, if one mortal is a sword, everything within a hundred miles will belong to him.

Without exception!

Those cultivators who were usually high and mighty now had a look of panic on their faces.

"My sword!"

"Demon, what have you done?"

Ten thousand swords flew through the sky, blotting out the sun, a dark and oppressive mass that made it hard to breathe.

Shen Zhezhu did not answer, but simply gazed at Beili City and gently shook his head.

In the end, they could not borrow the sword from the Gongye family.

However, it's enough.

The young man, dressed in black, casually stood on a spirit sword, looking down at the crowd on the ground. Countless swords surrounded him, some radiating spiritual light, others emitting no light at all, but all of them became his followers.

The tip of the Wujue Sword was aimed directly at those who stood out. Black energy emanated from the sword, like an excited tremor, yet it forced all the youths' spiritual swords to retreat an inch.

The spirit sword, which originally wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wu Juejian, became a follower, while Wu Juejian, shrouded in dark energy, became the absolute center, standing with Shen Zhezhu.

At this moment, Shen Zhezhu seemed to be the ruler, judging the life and death of these people. The Wujue Sword trembled. He looked at the people behind him, his gaze meeting Gu Chou's. His eyes flickered, and he slowly spoke. In the end, he still considered Gu Yao and said loudly, "Those who don't want to die, step back!"

The boy's words were like a thunderclap. Among the first group, some tried to fight back despite the pressure, but as soon as they straightened up, a spirit sword pierced their chests, and they died with their eyes wide open.

The Soul-Locking Bell swayed gently, and the drifting souls shattered, turning into glimmers of light that became the best nourishment.

Gu Ce was so enraged by this arrogant remark that he nearly fell backward, and he made a move to step forward and fight Shen Zhezhu.

Gu Mei clearly saw the killing intent in Shen Zhezhu's eyes. Seeing Wu Jue Sword raised, Gu Mei put one hand on each of Gu Chou and Gu Ce's shoulders, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and shouted: "Tianqian Sect disciples, retreat!"

At the same moment, the boy lightly flicked his fingertips and parted his thin lips, "Flying Flowers!"

Just in time for spring, when all things revive and flowers bloom, this sword strike, with its flying blossoms, made people realize for the first time what it means for mountains and rivers to lose their color.

The dazzling petals came from all directions, from the stream, the mountain ravine, and even the city of Beili, surrounding the mysterious sword and becoming its best adornment.

A thousand swords flew together, metal hummed, and the boy stood in the center of this miraculous scene, but his mind was filled with images of fallen petals in the Demon Palace, mixed with specks of blood.

The metal trembled, accompanied by screams of agony. The defensive spirit array exploded, and the defensive spirit artifacts were like ants trying to shake a tree under the power of this sword.

If ten thousand swords blot out the sun, then ten thousand flowers are like a sun recreated, dazzling and impossible to ignore.

But those beautiful petals became deadly weapons, each one carrying a chilling spiritual power.

Using myriad flowers as throwing knives, and aided by myriad swords, to kill the enemy.

The moment Gu Mei landed, she had the disciples of the Tianqian Sect form an array. Even so, as the array's core and main person in charge, she was still shaken by the aftershocks of the sword, causing her internal organs to churn.

The boy stood at the center of the vortex of spiritual energy, looking indifferently at those who had been shredded by the sword, like a judge without joy or sorrow.

Hearing the curses that those people hadn't yet uttered, a hint of pleasure appeared in her red eyes.

Gu Yao was forced to withdraw his divine sense, but even through the layers of protection set up by Shen Zhezhu, he could still feel the earth-shattering power of this sword.

He sighed softly, feeling a little regretful. He really wanted to witness the power of that sword strike.

fly.

It must be a beautiful sight.

The crisp sound of bells, the shattering of the spirit array, the buzzing of ten thousand swords, and the curses all mingled together at this moment. What should have been an extremely beautiful scene had turned into a living hell.

When the falling petals and the myriad swords all fell, only countless spirit swords stuck in the ground remained, a testament to the presence of a group of people who once lived here.

All the survivors looked at Shen Zhezhu with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

The young man spoke slowly, "Everyone, is there anyone else who wants to fight?"

No one answered.

No one dared to answer anymore.

The current Shen Zhezhu is even more formidable than Gu Xuanzhi was back then.