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

In his memory, his master was a wise and venerable figure, yet he was plagued by illness.

There was none of the "Sword Slayer" reputation he later heard about during his travels.

His favorite thing to do was to play pranks on his disciple, whom he had raised since childhood.

They either uprooted the herbs Gu Yao planted, or gave him a wrong elixir recipe that caused his furnace to explode.

Every time I see him blown into a black lump of coal, I point at his head and laugh at him mercilessly.

Then she reached out and pinched his cheek, teasingly saying, "How can Xiao Yao be so silly? You've been fooled by your master so many times, and you still get fooled?"

The young boy would always turn his head away, looking arrogant, and say, "Old man, I did it on purpose. It's because you always look so bitter and resentful. I don't know where you get so many troubles."

The arrogant young man grew up in the Tianqian Sect. As the youngest of his generation, he enjoyed the most pampering and could even speak more intimately and freely with his master.

At this time, Gu Xuanzhi would always show a lonely expression, raise his hand to touch his head, and his eyes would always be filled with some guilt.

"Then thank you very much, Xiao Yao."

What the young boy disliked most was that Gu Xuanzhi seemed to owe him something. He turned his head away and snorted, "Good to know. Then, old man, hurry up and give me the correct pill formula."

Gu Xuanzhi would always smile helplessly at this time, watching the young man in front of him extend his hand with a matter-of-fact expression, take out the pill formula from his storage ring and place it in Gu Yao's hand.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he turned around and went back into the alchemy room.

Gu Yao closed his eyes, vaguely sensing that he had grasped something, but it vanished in an instant.

He took a deep breath, looked up at the young man in front of him, and bowed respectfully. "I still want an answer."

An answer to the injustice in my heart.

If it weren't for this, Gu Yao, the peak master of Qingzhu Peak of Tianqian Sect, should have been that proud yet innocent young man.

She is the youngest child who is pampered by everyone.

The young man sighed, his gaze towards Gu Yao seeming to have witnessed countless vicissitudes, traversing oceans and changing fields, and crossing the river of time, before settling on Gu Yao. "Do you really want an answer?"

"Yes!" Gu Yao answered without hesitation or retreat.

Even if knowing this truth will surely lead to your death, and no matter how hard you try, you will never be found, do you still have to know? If you don't know the answer, you may still have a glimmer of hope.

Even so, are you still going to persist?

The young man's gaze fell on Gu Yao, with a hint of piercing intensity, as if he wanted to make him give up the idea.

Gu Yao laughed loudly, "Then Master should know that I am the kind of person who won't turn back until I hit a wall."

With a flick of his sleeve, a touch of youthful spirit emerged.

I see again the carefree look of his days when he traveled the world.

The mysterious man was taken aback, shook his head, and looked up at the blooming flowers, feeling a pang of melancholy. "Is it really fate that cannot be defied? Even the flowers here have withered. What a magnificent sword strike that sends flowers flying."

He turned to look at Gu Yao and sighed softly, "So be it. Many years ago, I made a bet with Gu Xuanzhi. Now it seems that I lost."

The young man lightly touched the ground with his toes, like a gentle breeze, and landed beside Gu Yao. He gently placed his hand on Gu Yao's shoulder. "Since that's the case, then I'll give you a stroke of good fortune. Let's see if you can change your fate!"

The young man, with his white hair and youthful face, possessed an air of otherworldly grace, yet at this moment he exuded a playful and unrestrained charm, seductively saying, "Look at me!"

Gu Yao paused as he retreated, his eyes involuntarily looking up.

A golden lotus suddenly appeared in the young man's eyes, and Gu Yao felt himself being shaken. The cracks in his forcibly compressed soul body were gradually repaired.

In an instant, the young man's face turned pale and translucent.

He stepped forward and turned back to the stone tablet.

Gu Yao snapped out of his daze, sensing the solidification of the soul, and looked up at the somewhat transparent person, slightly stunned.

He then smiled slightly and nodded to the young man, "Thank you."

The youthful spirit was waning, and even the blooming flowers withered and the green grass lost its luster.

He waved his hand, and a burst of energy struck Gu Yao, pushing him away. "No need for thanks, let's go."

Before Gu Yao could say anything, the young man vanished in a flash.

The young man turned around, watching Gu Yao's departing figure, then looked down at his trembling fingertips. "Fate, who knows if it can be defied?"

Looking at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, flashing with dark purple lightning.

The young man's lips curled into a smile, his gaze towards the sky carrying a hint of arrogance. He raised his neck slightly, "Trying to warn me? But he and I are one and the same. What's wrong with me saving myself?"

"Therefore, you cannot punish me. Disperse!"

The young man raised his hand and clenched his fist, causing the lightning, which had not yet gathered, to explode in the clouds, directly shattering the thunderclouds.

Shen Zhezhu held Gu Yao's hand tightly. Just a moment ago, when he got into the sedan chair, he seemed to feel his master's aura become a little more solid.

Then it quickly fell silent again.

Suddenly, the person lying on the couch experienced a surge of spiritual energy. Shen Zhezhu frowned and was caught off guard, being blasted out of the sedan chair by this surge of spiritual energy.

It flipped in the air and landed on the treetop.

At the same moment, thunderclouds gathered in the distance, amidst the dense forest, as if a powerful being was undergoing tribulation, its might shaking the heavens.

But when Shen Zhezhu turned his head to look, he saw a beam of spiritual light shoot into the sky, and the thunderclouds dissipated in an instant.

The boy frowned, but the doubts in his heart had not yet arisen.

Spiritual energy exploded within the palanquin, shaking down all the blooming flowers around it.

All the flowers fell at once, creating a flurry of petals.

Shen Zhezhu pursed her lips, no longer paying attention to the strange celestial phenomenon, and focused all her attention on the palanquin.

He dared not act rashly, for fear of affecting Gu Yao.

Just a moment ago, he sensed a familiar soul aura, which suddenly became much more solid and powerful.

The four corner bells of the red-curtained palanquin swayed violently at the same time, their soul-capturing sound startling the surrounding birds into falling.

Birds and beasts, flowers, fish and insects, all concealed their forms.

Shen Zhezhu raised his hand to block the surge of spiritual energy, his fingertips resting on the Wujue Sword, his eyes fixed on the palanquin, ready to make a move at any moment.

The surge of spiritual energy, which was about to expand, was abruptly stopped and then quickly subsided.

The Soul-Locking Bell rang softly, scattering faint light from the four corners, drifting into the red curtains, and landing on the couch.

The scattered glimmers of light were also drawn back by the Soul-Locking Bell and fell entirely on Gu Yao.

The Soul-Locking Bell, which had been polished to a slightly brighter shine, has returned to its original dullness.

The boy stood on the branch, his eyes gleaming with intense joy.

The Soul-Locking Bell can steal souls to nourish oneself, or scatter souls to nourish the spirit master.

The four-cornered soul-locking bells were originally intended by Shen Zhezhu to help lock Gu Yao's scattered spiritual consciousness, as Gu Yao's soul was too fragile and separated from his body, drifting outside of his physical form.

Shen Zhezhu was really worried and could only seek some peace of mind by relying on external forces.

The fact that the Soul-Locking Bell now has a master indicates that the owner of this magical artifact has become conscious.

The young man's handsome face couldn't hide his joy, his gaze fixed on the red veil behind him.

Master, you're about to wake up.