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

Seeing the wound on the little fox's abdomen heal, Gu Xuanzhi smiled gently, took a soft cloth from the side, moistened it with water, and wiped away the clotted blood from the white fox.

"I wonder who did such a heinous thing. Although this white fox is a demon, it has no trace of filth on it. Instead, it has a graceful air about it. It is clear that it has never harmed anyone. Yet someone has dug out its demon core."

Gu Xuanzhi frowned deeply when he mentioned this, as if he felt somewhat ashamed.

Moreover, such a clear and ethereal aura is clearly the result of cultivation in a blessed land. Such places are generally isolated from the world, and the races living in these places generally do not like to communicate with the outside world and will not easily allow their people to come out.

This white fox must have run away and been tricked.

Gu Yao looked at the white fox, his heart filled with even more complex emotions.

In a sense, he is now watching "himself" looking severely injured.

The white fox whimpered softly and curled up, looking as if it were extremely cold.

It's such a tiny little thing, it's heartbreaking to see.

Gu Yao sighed, tugged at Gu Xuanzhi's collar, and made a series of whistling sounds.

Gu Xuanzhi looked down and saw a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him, looking exceptionally clear.

The chubby hand pointed haphazardly at the white fox on the table, as if in a hurry.

Gu Xuanzhi's heart softened instantly, and he picked her up with one hand. "Xiao Yao, did you see that this white fox is cold?" He raised his hand and a gentle spiritual energy lifted the white fox and placed it in the soft bedding, covering it completely.

But its curled-up body gradually relaxed, and it didn't look so pitiful anymore.

Seeing the expression on Gu Yao's face, Gu Xuanzhi smiled and casually said, "If Xiao Yao likes it, we'll take this white fox back with us."

Anyway, the Heavenly Qian Sect can afford to support them.

Perhaps with a stroke of luck, this white fox can even cultivate into human form.

But the white fox ultimately did not return with them. Looking at the white fox, its fur standing on end and glaring fiercely at Gu Xuanzhi, Gu Yao sighed softly.

He naturally knew why the white fox reacted that way.

Lin Ji was a Taoist priest.

He was naturally dressed in a Taoist robe.

The white fox, whose core has just been extracted, is currently in a state of mental confusion and is likely mistaking Gu Xuanzhi for Lin Ji.

Gu Xuanzhi was unaware that he had only been stunned for a moment when the white fox had already jumped out of the window and disappeared in a few moments.

Gu Xuanzhi sighed softly and reached out to pat Gu Yao's head. "Xiao Yao, this white fox is not meant for us..."

Gu Yao stared at the specks of blood falling from the window, his eyes dark and brooding.

They weren't exactly destined to be apart.

What a coincidence!

----

The moment Gu Xuanzhi led him into the Tianqian Sect's mountain gate, Gu Yao felt the fatigue in his soul instantly lessen.

The scene shifted, and we found ourselves in his courtyard.

Before he became the peak master, he lived with Gu Xuanzhi in the back mountain and had his own courtyard.

Looking to the side, a delicate face was reflected in the bronze mirror, appearing to be around fifteen years old.

But the pain in my soul has almost disappeared.

Gu Yao lowered his eyes, his hands hanging down at his sides, and he probably understood what was going on.

Why was Gu Lian in such a hurry to leave the sect to find a way to ascend to immortality?

It's all because of him.

Because Gu Xuanzhi used his lifespan to replenish his soul.

With Master's cultivation level, even if he was seriously injured, he wouldn't have passed away when he came of age.

Gu Yao pursed his lips, then suddenly took off running and pushed open the door.

The daylight outside was so bright that Gu Yao squinted. In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a dimly lit secret room.

Gu Xuanzhi's once ethereal face was now covered with deep wrinkles, his once flowing black hair had turned dry and gray, and his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, much like the appearance of every old person nearing the end of their life.

Gu Chou and the other three knelt by the bed. Gu Yao held the thin, dry hand that looked like it was covered with a layer of dried tree bark, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

A tear fell onto the back of Gu Xuanzhi's hand, causing his stiff fingers to twitch. He turned his gaze from the Tai Chi diagram above his head to Gu Yao's face.

Her voice trembled, and it was somewhat stiff as she spoke, "Don't cry..."

Gu Yao was stunned, but tears streamed down his face. He pressed his cheek against Gu Xuanzhi's hand, sniffling as he spoke, "Master..."

Gu Xuanzhi looked at his most beloved little disciple, raised his hand, and wanted to gently stroke the boy's head as he did when they were children, but his hand froze in mid-air and then fell down.

Gu Yao reached out and grabbed the falling hand; it was chillingly cold. The person lying on the bed was now lifeless. He stammered, "Master..."

no respond.

"Master..."

There was no response to the second call.

"Master!"

The boy's voice was shrill, but the person who had already breathed their last would never respond to him again.

Gu Chou and the others glanced away, secretly wiping away their tears with their sleeves.

In an instant, Gu Yao felt as if the hand he was holding had suddenly disappeared. Looking up, he saw the body of the person lying on the couch gradually turning into fine golden dust, which then dispersed with a gentle breeze.

Gu Yao reached out haphazardly and lunged forward, but couldn't grab anything.

He stared blankly as the golden dust gradually dissipated, returning to the world, leaving no trace.

Masters of Zen and Taoism, even enlightened monks, can leave behind relics after their death. However, Gu Xuanzhi, who glimpsed the secrets of heaven, suffered a backlash and never had an afterlife.

Gu Yao stared blankly, but in the blink of an eye, the scene changed.

He looked up at the blue sky, still caught up in his grief, oblivious to the bustling crowd around him.

The oxcart had already stopped. He got off and waved his hand in front of Gu Yao's eyes, "Child, we've arrived at the capital."

Gu Yao snapped out of his daze and looked at the kind old man in front of him, whose worried yet loving gaze was exactly like his master's.

He lowered his eyes, nodded, and jumped down from a pile of hay.

"Thank you, sir!"

The old man smiled and waved his hand, "I was just giving you a ride along. It's not easy for a young person like you to be traveling alone."

Gu Yao tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Then, until we meet again!"

Leaving behind a few coins, Gu Yao, before anyone could react, leaped over the rooftop and scaled the wall to escape.

The old man looked at the pile of silver coins lying among the hay with a helpless expression.

It was just a short ride, it's not worth that much money. He originally came to this city to deliver fodder to the Minister's family.

Gu Yao sat atop the highest pavilion in the city, overlooking the entire imperial city. His mood wasn't too good. He caught the falling snowflakes and watched them melt in his palm, feeling a chill in his heart.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the street, and the crowd converged on the city gate.

Gu Yao stepped forward, cast an invisibility spell, and sat on the railing of the teahouse, looking towards the city gate.

Those who cultivate immortality are naturally sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, so he could hear the conversations on the street very clearly.

"General Shen drove those barbarians dozens of miles away from our border this time, and almost fought his way to their capital. It was truly satisfying!"

"That's right. General Shen has been guarding the border for nearly ten years. If he hadn't been injured this time and hadn't been summoned back by His Majesty multiple times, he probably would have been guarding the border until he died."

Someone in the crowd sighed softly, "General Shen has really gone to great lengths for our Beiyao. He's already thirty-five and still unmarried."

"Huh? Didn't they say General Shen had a deceased wife?"

"What deceased wife? It was someone General Shen fell in love with at first sight when he was young, but unfortunately, she died young. After all these years, he probably still can't get over it."

Another soft sigh escaped from the crowd.

Gu Yao was somewhat dazed and began to guess the identity of this General Shen. The sound of horses' hooves was orderly and solemn, carrying a chilling murderous aura, which stopped the people who came to welcome Shen Yi's triumphant return in their tracks.

Some girls, clutching their flowers, were so frightened by the murderous aura that they dared not throw them away.

Gu Yao was somewhat dazed as he looked at that familiar face.

The once arrogant and conceited boy has now matured into a steady and composed individual.

Having honed his skills on the battlefield for so many years, he exudes a solemn and murderous aura that makes people afraid to look him in the eye.

He was no longer the carefree and dashing young man he remembered.

In Gu Yao's memory, those clear eyes always held a faint, shimmering light, unusually bright, but now they were just numb.

A deathly, numb silence.

It was like an autumn wasteland after a great fire, barren and devoid of vegetation, leaving only scorched earth.

For a moment, Gu Yao almost didn't recognize him.

Watching the group head towards the palace, Gu Yao pursed his lips and was about to follow when the scene suddenly changed, and Shen Zhezhu's face was right in front of him!

The boy's face was full of disbelief. Before Gu Yao could react, he had already slapped the boy back.

The boy fell into the abyss, like a butterfly with broken wings, fragile and innocent.

Gu Yao reached out, wanting to grab the boy's hand, but only managed to touch the boy's fingertips.

The boy closed his eyes, his gaze filled with deathly stillness, letting himself fall into the abyss, where he was completely swallowed up.