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

Gu Yao frowned as he looked at the frenzied Fire Spirit Tree. He felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

The Fire Spirit Evil Tree was already planning to perish together with Shen Zhezhu. Its charred bark peeled away, revealing a dark red trunk inside, reddish-brown, like dried blood.

The distorted human face on the tree trunk also lost its charred appearance, revealing its complete form, which was indeed a human face.

As luck would have it, Gu Yao knew this person.

He looked up at the person in front of him, took a deep breath, and slowly uttered two words, "Uncle-Master".

The Fire Spirit Evil Tree paused upon hearing the sound, its face contorted as it turned around, its gaze falling on Gu Yao with a hint of tremor.

"Little one."

The moment Gu Lian saw Gu Yao, the last two vines on the Fire Spirit Evil Tree blocked Gu Lian's twisted and ugly face.

It was as if she wanted to cover up her ugly appearance in front of the child she had watched grow up.

Gu Yao pursed his lips and looked at his uncle, who was now neither human nor ghost, and asked, "Didn't you go traveling? Why are you here?"

The vines wrapped around the tree trunk twitched and slowly loosened their grip. Gu Lian looked at Gu Yao in front of her, and the entire tree trunk took a step back, as if it had suffered a great blow.

"In the end, you have fulfilled the calamity that your senior brother foresaw."

Gu Yao twitched the corners of his mouth and opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

At this point, the man's face twisted and wriggled as he looked up at the blue sky above. "Heh! Heh heh heh! Why did I come here? It's nothing more than seeking a path to immortality. My senior brother was seriously injured back then, and although you all have high talents, you are still too young. I could only use this as an excuse to travel around, hoping to find a way to ascend to immortality."

Gu Lian's face was filled with madness, and her originally sunken eyes bulged out at this moment. "Why have I become like this? It's all because I wanted to find a way for my senior brother to ascend to immortality. He always said that the Heavenly Dao here is flawed and we cannot ascend. We can only find another way. But how can his body wait for the person who reopens the path to heaven?"

"Since there isn't one, then I'll find this path for him!"

"I wish him a long and healthy life, as long as the heavens!"

Gu Lian's face was contorted, with a hint of madness, and her eye sockets turned blood red, constantly oozing blood.

"How could someone as brilliant as him have to perish like this? He only glimpsed a few secrets of heaven. Why did heaven take him away from us!"

His voice was shrill, as if he were asking why the heavens were so unjust.

Looking up at the blue sky, he seemed to be lost in his own world, his voice becoming gentle and deep, "Why did someone as good as my senior brother have to die? If it weren't for him, I might have been beaten to death by those beggars long ago. I don't want anything, I just want to be with him, as his fellow disciple."

"But why does the heavens always seem to make things difficult for him? Gu Xuanzhi always tells me to accept my fate, but I refuse!"

"If Heaven wants his life, then I will find a way for him to ascend to Heaven and defy Heaven!"

"Therefore, all those who stand in my way must die!"

The face was contorted, the voice was loud, and the head turned to look at Shen Zhezhu. In the sunken eye sockets, there were only two empty holes, dark and gurgling out bloody and foul-smelling liquid.

Gu Yao took a step back, his expression sorrowful.

Gu Lian actually sacrificed herself too!!!

The Fire Spirit Evil Tree, which had just been destroyed by ten thousand spiritual flames, was now being nourished and began to regain its vitality. The face on the tree trunk was like being swallowed by a black hole, gradually losing its features.

Shen Zhezhu, his face pale, looked at the Fire Spirit Evil Tree in front of him, which had recovered half of its power. He gripped the Wujue Sword tightly with his fingertips, his expression solemn.

That last move had already consumed most of his spiritual power.

He also sacrificed a drop of his essence blood to set up a spirit array. If he hadn't lost his essence blood, he wouldn't have risked using this move to finish the battle quickly.

In hindsight, it was a miscalculation.

His death doesn't matter, but Master...

Shen Zhezhu turned her head to look, and her usually light eyes were now filled with worry. Her eyes, like autumn water, were as cold as stars, flashing with tiny light.

Gentle yet firm, bright yet dazzling.

Just like the Ascension Ceremony back then, Gu Yao rested his chin on his hand and casually selected him as his only personal disciple.

"It's him. There will never be anyone else."

Suddenly, a piece of my cold, hardened heart crumbled.

Shen Zhezhu lowered his eyes and gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

It was worth it to see Master's eyes like that again; even dying would be worth it.

Master, even if you're faking it, I'll accept it!

The young man raised his eyebrows and gave Gu Yao a bright smile. His eyes were bright and his demeanor was dashing and unrestrained. He was the perfect young man.

But the smile on her lips seemed bitter to Gu Yao.

Gu Yao looked at Shen Zhezhu with worry, an ominous premonition rising in his heart. He took a step forward, wanting to get closer to Shen Zhezhu, but was blocked by the spirit array in front of him.

The boy formed a hand seal, and the four Soul-Locking Bells in the corners trembled violently, surrounding Gu Yao.

The drop of essence blood that served as the core of the formation exploded at this moment, spreading a blood mist in front of Gu Yao, but the filth did not stain Gu Yao's white clothes at all.

Gu Yao watched the boy's hands move swiftly, his eyes widening. He vaguely sensed something and roared, "Shen Zhezhu, what are you doing!"

The boy ignored him and moved his hands even faster.

"With my blood, heed my call! The Soul-Locking Bell returns, the death pact is complete!"

The extremely suppressed voice entered Gu Yao's ears. Before he could react, the magic seal was already formed.

The boy, his face deathly pale, vomited a mouthful of blood.

Gu Yao also realized what kind of formation this was.

The Bell of Death Formation.

A defensive spirit array that uses the caster's blood essence as a guide and the Soul-Locking Bell as a carrier.

It's called a spirit array, but it's more like a contract.

A contract in which one party makes a one-sided contribution.

All the damage suffered by those within this spirit array will be attributed to the caster.

As long as the caster is alive, the spirit array will not dissipate.

When the caster dies, all their cultivation will be transferred to the person protected by the spirit array.

Shen Zhezhu had already planned out all possible escape routes for Gu Yao.

The moment the contract was formed, the surrounding soul-locking bells paused, lifting Gu Yao into the air.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot. He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, watching the four-cornered bells pass through the layers of vines with reluctance. Only when Gu Yao disappeared from sight did he manage a relieved smile, and his back collapsed in an instant.

It went incredibly smoothly.

The churning pain in his internal organs instantly drained Shen Zhezhu of all his energy and spirit, leaving him weak and listless.

He turned his head to look at the frozen fire spirit tree and forced a smile. "Thank you."

The wriggling vines paused, and a human figure vaguely appeared on the blood-red tree trunk. It slowly spoke, like a child just learning to speak, not very fluently, uttering one word at a time: "He is... Xiao... Yao!"

He was Gu Xuanzhi's most beloved youngest apprentice.

He was a prodigy whom everyone in the Tianqian Sect had watched grow up.

Therefore, he released Gu Yao.

Shen Zhezhu smiled and shook his head, trying to dispel the dizziness, but to no avail.

It was still a stretch.

Looking at her trembling fingertips, Shen Zhezhu forced a self-deprecating smile.

But he still had one sword left.

His trembling fingertips gripped the sword hilt tightly, his eyes resolute.

His spiritual power surged forth, and he slowly rose to the surface. The Wujue Sword landed in his palm, black energy swirling around it, intertwined with fiery red spiritual power.

The interplay of black and red created the most bizarre scene.

His eyes turned from black to red, a strange light swirling within them. His gaze fixed directly on the Fire Spirit Evil Tree, and he proclaimed in a loud voice:

"With a sword strike of flying blossoms, I beg Immortal Lord Qingheng to die!"