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

He changed the subject, straightened the man's clothes, and said, "Alright, let's go."

Shen Zhezhu lowered her eyebrows slightly, her gaze falling on Gu Yao, and she smiled gently and harmlessly.

"it is good."

It looks extremely well-behaved.

Their intimate behavior, oblivious to everyone else, prompted Gu Xuanzhi to cough lightly. Only then did Shen Zhezhu tear her gaze away from Gu Yao, her eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of coldness before instantly softening into a gentle, warm smile.

"Master."

Gu Xuanzhi was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Shen Zhezhu would actually recognize him.

Shen Zhezhu seemed to know what he was thinking, "In Master's study, there is a portrait of Grandmaster."

A painting personally drawn by Gu Yao.

With just a few strokes, the artist captured the spirit of Gu Xuanzhi, portraying him as ethereal and otherworldly, unlike any other mortal.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhezhu's brows furrowed again, revealing a hint of irritation.

Gu Xuanzhi was taken aback, and looked at Gu Yao with eyes that seemed to say: Xiao Yao, I didn't expect you to miss me so much!

Gu Yao touched the tip of his nose, somewhat embarrassed. "I was only twenty back then."

He's still just a child!

Seeing Gu Yao's anger and embarrassment, Gu Xuanzhi smiled, floated over to his little disciple and patted his head, "Yes, Xiao Yao will always be a child in Master's eyes."

Shen Zhezhu lowered his eyebrows, staring at the illusory hand with hostility, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth with a hint of arrogance.

Gu Yao saw through his thoughts at a glance, slapped him on the head, and turned to Gu Xuanzhi with an apologetic look, "Master, we're leaving now."

Shen Zhezhu was slapped into submission and looked at Gu Yao with a pitiful expression, covering her head.

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

To avoid him saying anything shocking, Gu Yao grabbed the man and left.

"Master, it hurts!"

Gu Yao pushed away the face that was so close to his eyes, looking disgusted. "I'd rather you die of pain."

Despite saying that, her fingers still honestly ruffled his hair.

Shen Zhezhu, like a dog praised by its owner, turned to the side and lowered its head, letting Gu Yao do as he pleased.

Gu Xuanzhi watched the two figures walk away hand in hand and let out a sigh.

The moment Gu Yao left, thick fog gathered, flowers and plants withered, branches and leaves fell, and a desolate scene unfolded.

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Gu Yao unceremoniously sat directly on the Wujue Sword. With his current ghostly body, it would be most embarrassing if he were to be thrown off balance.

If it weren't for the limitations, he would even have asked Shen Zhezhu to install a guardrail for him, since it's so high up and there's no guardrail, it's very dangerous.

Upon reaching the scorched forest, Gu Yao pursed his lips. The cannon fodder system, which had been offline for a long time, spoke up: "Host, there are still demons below. Don't forget your mission."

The cannon fodder system was getting a little tired; the mission was heading in a completely uncontrollable direction.

Never mind, in its program, as long as all the task points are completed, that's fine.

Even if it's a forced push, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter, it will take action.

If there are no demons, then create one.

There are no tasks that cannot be completed, only systems that don't try hard enough.

Gu Yao pursed his lips, tugged at Shen Zhezhu's sleeve, and said with a somewhat forlorn expression, "Let's go see our martial uncle..."

Shen Zhezhu stiffened, nodded, and landed on the scorched earth.

Gu Yao looked around but didn't detect any demonic aura.

So this is a forced push?

Gu Yao twitched the corner of his lips, gathered a handful of ash into the jade jar, put the items into his storage ring, and then reached out and rummaged through the pile of ashes.

They stirred up the corpse, which was already a handful of ashes, into a complete mess.

Shen Zhezhu: "..."

Upon touching a hard object, Gu Yao's face lit up with joy. He immediately took the object out; it was a bead.

His eyes were bright, and he wiped them directly with the corner of his sleeve. Shen Zhezhu was a little confused, "Master... um..."

The moment Shen Zhezhu opened her mouth, Gu Yao shoved the bead into her mouth.

It slid right down and I couldn't even fasten it.

Shen Zhezhu's eyes widened, and before he could even speak, he felt a surge of heat that made it hard to breathe, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

!!!

Cannon Fodder System: !!!

He hasn't even made a move yet?!

What are they doing?!

Little Nine, the bystander: !? !?

The melon in my hand fell to the ground.

Gu Yao smiled faintly, his expression strange and somewhat cruel, as he looked up at the sky.

"coming!"

Shen Zhezhu looked up and saw that thunderclouds had gathered overhead.

It was dark and oppressive, baring its fangs and claws, as if it wanted to tear people apart.

Gu Yao's smile deepened, and the purple lightning flashed, illuminating his handsome face in a flickering light. Half of his face was exceptionally clear under the lightning, while the other half was shrouded in darkness.

Regardless of whether it was in the light or the shadows, his face always wore the same look of madness.

Extremely insane.

His face, however, remained remarkably calm.

He looked down at the huddled Shen Zhezhu as if he were looking at an ant, a contemptuous smile on his lips as if mocking his foolishness.

The boy reached out and grabbed Gu Yao's clothes tightly, his palms bleeding from the effort. His voice was shrill, "Master..."

You want to... again.

Are you abandoning me?

Gu Yao glanced at him sideways, squatted down, and pried open Shen Zhezhu's hands, one by one, which were clutching the corner of his white robe. His smile was both innocent and cruel. He pointed to the dark clouds pressing down on the sky, his voice eerie.

"This is a tribulation of lightning for the Mahayana stage. If you can withstand it, you will become the number one cultivator in the world today."

You should thank me! That demon essence has the cultivation of the Fire Spirit Evil Tree for thousands of years. It can help you break through to the Mahayana stage directly. This is a wonderful thing that others would beg for!

Why are you staring at me like that? Am I not good enough to you?

Gu Yao laughed as he shook off Shen Zhezhu's hand, then flicked his sleeve as if shaking off something dirty, his smile bordering on madness.

Shen Zhezhu looked at her fingertips that had been forcibly pried apart, feeling a deep sense of desolation.

The young man didn't give him another glance. He stepped forward, his figure flashed, and he left the range of the thunderclouds.

The tribulation of lightning during the Mahayana stage was earth-shattering.

Ten thousand thunderclouds slowly gathered above Shen Zhezhu's head, gradually coalescing into a tower shape.

The tower shape and the human shape are both forms blessed by the Heavenly Dao. Wan Yun looked at the cloud tower that had gathered together, his expression turned serious, and he unconsciously spoke, "Nine levels, Mahayana stage!"

Wan Yun rubbed his fingertips together and clenched his fist.

He can't compare to Gu Yao, and now he can't even compare to his apprentice!

"Nine layers of thunderclouds!!"

"Who is undergoing the tribulation of the Mahayana stage?!"

"I'm only at the late Golden Core stage!"

"..."

Whispers of disciples drifted from all around, while Wan Yun stared intently at the thundercloud, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

Nine layers of thunderclouds!

Eighty-one lightning tribulations!

The aura of the Mahayana stage lightning tribulation spread, and the resulting pressure made the already turbulent secret realm extremely oppressive.

Whether it was the Myriad Beasts Sect or the Heavenly Dry Sect, Gu Chou, Wan Yun, and Gu Yao were all overwhelmed by this aura and could hardly breathe.

Gu Chou's eyes trembled with shock. He rubbed his fingertips together, then slowly released them, letting out a soft sigh, a deep sense of powerlessness in his voice.

As the head of the Tianqian Sect and the senior brother of his junior brothers and sisters, he is currently only at the Refinement stage.

He used to think that his cultivation was quite good, but now it seems that he was just a frog in a well.

But the tribulation of lightning during the Mahayana stage is not so easy to overcome.

Gu Chou looked up at the sky with a hint of worry in his eyes.