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

Gu Yao led his men and flew away, rushing towards the center of the secret realm.

The person on his back was barely breathing, and his already shattered tendons continued to break apart.

Separating essence and blood, forcibly breaking the forbidden formation, and engaging in two bloody battles, even with Shen Zhezhu's high cultivation level, he could not withstand it.

Gu Yao pursed his lips and moved even faster, using half a day of his peak cultivation to achieve super speed.

He can wait, but the person on his back can't.

He had a gut feeling that the center of the secret realm must hold everything he wanted to know, and a way to save Shen Zhezhu.

Five hours later, Gu Yao finally entered the center of the secret realm.

The center of the secret realm is defined by the cliff at the end of the long river.

But the center of that secret realm was a desolate wasteland, unlike the vibrant life and dense forests below the cliffs. It was a deathly silence, carrying an inescapable stench of decay.

But the moment Gu Yao set foot on this land, everything came back to life. The barren land sprouted tender green grass again and began to grow and grow again!

Until the grass is lush and green.

Scattered among them are wildflowers whose names I don't know, like fragments of a starry sky, dazzling as broken stars.

The hazy sky cleared away at that moment, revealing a clear blue sky, cleansed of all its dust.

Gu Yao looked around and felt that this place looked strangely familiar.

He took two steps forward, looked at the stagnant river, and finally realized where he was.

The place of his dreams.

That senior brought him to this place twice.

Gu Yao pursed his lips, wanting to find someone to ask about the matter, but the person on his back couldn't wait any longer.

That faint, almost imperceptible aura seemed as if it could be severed at any moment.

He looked at the empty space, with layers of mist ahead, unsure of what dangers lay ahead. He dared not take Shen Zhezhu on such a risk.

Gu Yao pursed his lips, raised his hand and bounced the boy around, causing him to groan.

He dared not move again. Now caught in this dilemma, even Gu Yao felt somewhat desperate.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the sky, sighing softly, "If you want to save the person on your back, put him in the spiritual spring next to you."

Gu Yao paused, his body trembled, and he looked up at the sky, his eyes instantly welling up with tears.

He knew that voice all too well; even though he hadn't heard it for decades, he would never forget it.

Even though he deliberately muffled his voice and lowered it considerably.

But Gu Yao recognized him immediately.

Gu Yao spoke in a trembling voice, trying his best to suppress his voice, "Master."

The young man's voice was choked with sobs as he called out "Master," as if he were a child who had suffered countless injustices outside and had finally found a safe haven.

He walked forward step by step and gently placed Shen Zhezhu into the spiritual spring.

The stagnant river water began to flow in an instant, rushing back up the cliff and carrying the spiritual energy from both banks back with it. In that instant, it directly restored the boy's life that was about to end.

Seeing that Shen Zhezhu's breathing had calmed down, Gu Yao also breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the smile on his lips could even fully bloom, the price of unleashing his full power swept over him in that instant. The intense pain made Gu Yao feel as if all the bones in his body had been broken and reattached.

A pain, like being pricked by needles or scraped by knives, also emanated from my soul.

If I really had to find a way to describe it, it would probably be like taking his soul, piling it together, and then pressing it onto a mortar and pestle to grind it thoroughly.

The sharp, piercing pain turned Gu Yao's face deathly pale. Zhu Yan plunged straight into the ground with a thud, and Gu Yao knelt down. Sweat poured down her pale, stunning face, and she curled up like a taut bow that could snap at any moment. She endured the pain to the extreme, but didn't even utter a cry of pain.

I just gritted my teeth and endured it.

I'm just holding on.

He endured until he could no longer bear it, then stretched out his neck, revealing his vulnerability, letting out two muffled groans, but that was already his limit.

The voice sighed, and in the next instant, the clouds in the sky gathered, outlining a graceful figure.

Dressed in white, her features were clear and aloof.

The newcomer was none other than Gu Xuanzhi, the former sect leader of the Tianqian Sect!

He pointed a finger, and a stream of light shot into Gu Yao's brow, easily suppressing the turmoil in his sea of ​​consciousness and soothing the pain in his soul that felt like it was about to shatter.

It was as if an invisible thread had pulled the fragments of those souls together, calming their restless emotions and piecing them back together.

It barely managed to form a human shape.

For Gu Yao now, this is already extremely precious.

The pain in his meridians was still tearing at him, but Gu Yao had long since gotten used to it.

He propped himself up on Zhu Yan, looked up at that familiar face, and forced a genuine smile. As if he felt no pain, he reached out and tugged at Gu Xuanzhi's sleeve, softly calling out, "Old man."

Just like back in the Tianqian Sect when he made a mistake and was punished by Gu Xuanzhi to kneel, he would always look at him expectantly, tug at his clothes and act coquettishly.

No matter what he did wrong, Gu Xuanzhi would only shake his head helplessly, tap his head lightly with his finger, and say softly, "Don't do it again next time."

Gu Xuanzhi frowned and stared intently at Gu Yao. With a single glance, he knew Gu Yao's current situation.

The wounds on his body cracked open like parched earth, gushing blood that stained his white clothes crimson.

He reached out and helped Gu Yao up, channeling his spiritual energy into him, but to no avail.

Gu Yao smiled, his expression nonchalant. "This is just a small price to pay for the backlash."

Seeing Gu Yao's nonchalant attitude, if he hadn't just witnessed the true power of the backlash, he would have actually believed Gu Yao's nonsense.

Over the years, I haven't learned anything else, but I have learned to lie and deceive my master.

Very good!

How exactly did those senior students teach?

He sneered, "To hell with that otherworldly air."

His jade cabbage was almost completely shattered.

I'm going to give that brat a good scolding today!

But when he met Gu Yao's cautious gaze, all eight hundred words of reprimand he had just prepared stuck in his throat.

Gu Yao forced a smile and reassured Gu Xuanzhi, "Old man, I'm really fine. You don't need to look so bitter and resentful."

"Old man, I did it on purpose! Why do you always look so bitter and resentful? Where do you get so many worries?"

The sight of the boy's youthful face overlapping with his current blood-stained appearance made Gu Xuanzhi pause, his expression momentarily dazed.

He didn't know what kind of suffering Gu Yao had endured over the years to develop such a habit of swallowing his pride and suffering.

His eyes stung with tears, and he reached out to touch Gu Yao's head. "Xiao Yao, why aren't you crying anymore?"