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

Two months have passed since the ancient secret realm closed. During this time, with the full support of the entire Tianqian Sect, Gu Yao has finally gathered everything he wanted.

Standing at the very center of the central peak, he could see that all the inner disciples of the Tianqian Sect were already in position. He looked at the senior brothers and sisters at the four corners and nodded to them.

"Set up the formation!"

With Gu Yao's command, he slapped the spirit crystal in his hand into the altar on the central peak. The others on the four corners turned around and stood on the four peaks, slapping the spirit crystals in their hands into the formation.

Meanwhile, the disciples in the square had already lined up and sat cross-legged. Hundreds of inner disciples simultaneously unleashed a powerful surge of spiritual energy, causing the entire Tianqian Sect mountain to tremble and radiate a dazzling light.

Gu Yao's eyes narrowed, and he turned around, landing in the center of the altar. His spirit sword cut through his palm, and he didn't care about anything else. He directly joined the array with his palm and traced the array patterns. The array patterns, which were already somewhat damaged, were soaked in blood and seemed to come alive instantly, twisting and writhing. The withered flesh and blood instantly filled up and became exceptionally vivid.

The altar had now turned into a pool of blood. The blood-soaked array patterns struggled and twisted like writhing tentacles, trying to break free from the altar's restraints, but gradually succumbing to the churning blood energy.

The altar, which had been abandoned for thousands of years, was restored to its former glory at this moment. The worn-out array patterns were revealed again, but the bloody aura was overwhelming. It did not seem to be a proper array of the Xuanmen sect, but rather some kind of forbidden technique.

Gu Chou and the others on the four peaks looked at Gu Yao with some concern. The rolling blood energy was ferocious, as if it wanted to devour Gu Yao alive. The young man's thin figure swayed precariously, his face as pale as a ghost, and the writhing array patterns were still sucking his blood.

Gu Yao pursed his lips, took out the Immortal Spirit Wood from his storage ring, and slammed it into the center of the formation. The thunderclouds above his head had already begun to gather. He looked up, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and looked at it with disdain, not taking the warning seriously.

"Array up!"

At Gu Yao's command, Gu Chou and the other three did not hesitate for a moment. They turned around, stepped on their toes, and poured all their spiritual power into the spirit crystal, quickly forming hand seals.

"With my spiritual blood and my divine soul, I summon the heroic spirits of all directions and call forth the immortal bodies, let the formation begin!"

The four corner spirit crystals instantly burst forth with a strong light, forming a spirit array above Gu Yao's head.

At the same time, Gu Yao's eyes sharpened, and he cut another wound on his palm. As if he felt no pain, he slapped his palm onto the charred immortal spirit wood. The outer layer of charcoal on the immortal spirit wood, which had already turned into a piece of charcoal, peeled off layer by layer, revealing the supple and vibrant green inside.

But it was even more greedy than the array pattern. After its revival, it became restless and stretched out its branches as if to probe into the wound and squeeze all of Gu Yao's flesh and blood.

Gu Yao scoffed lightly, his fingertips flying as he swiftly formed hand seals. "Water generates wood, wood generates fire, the five elements generate each other. With the spiritual power of water, the immortal wood is born. Open!"

The wriggling, tender green branches were forced back in an instant. Mist and blood energy intertwined, forming a red and white yin-yang symbol in the center of the altar. The blood energy and mist contracted rapidly in an instant, and the yin-yang symbol quickly solidified, rotating and emitting an eerie light that illuminated the entire sky, as if it were about to scatter a thundercloud.

At the moment the Tai Chi diagram was formed, the Immortal Spirit Wood, which was originally only the size of a palm, was slapped into the Yin-Yang boundary by Gu Yao. Like a seed planted in the soil, it quickly took root, sprouted, and grew under the nourishment of blood and mist!

One foot!

One foot!

Ten feet!

In the blink of an eye, it has grown into a towering tree!

The provoked thunderclouds quickly gathered at that moment and struck down with a bolt of lightning towards Gu Yao, but were directly forced back by the rapidly growing immortal spirit wood!

The emerald green branches kept stretching and stretching!

Several branches severed the lightning bolt, causing it to dissipate into the world.

Gu Yao gently curled the corners of his lips. Exhausted, he leaned against the trunk of the Immortal Spirit Tree, reached out and touched the supple bark, and whispered, "From this day forward, you will be the guardian spirit of my Tianqian Sect."

As if sensing Gu Yao's emotions, the Immortal Spirit Tree extended two vines and wrapped them around Gu Yao's wrist, the tips of the vines rubbing against him as if it were being affectionate.

Gu Yao no longer had the energy to deal with it. He was truly exhausted after finally putting an important matter on his mind.

Gu Yao twitched his fingertips and stroked the vines. "Be good, let me...sleep first..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, and Gu Yao had already completely fainted.

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Gu Yao felt like he had slept for a long time. In his dream, he saw his parents, who were still as gentle as ever.

His mother beckoned to him, "Yao'er, Mom made your favorite osmanthus cake!"

His father handed him a toy and gently pinched his nose. "This is a little gadget that I made myself, and I'm giving it to Yao'er."

He was immersed in this peaceful dream, the little courtyard filled with the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, which held his most beautiful memories.

But at that moment, it was burned to the ground by a huge fire!

Gu Yao was furious. He screamed, punched the person in front of him, and questioned the arsonist. But when the "culprit" turned around, Gu Yao's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

That was clearly him!

More accurately, it's him after he grew up!

The "murderer's" eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if nothing could stir the slightest ripple in him. He slowly spoke, "Gu Yao, how much longer are you going to wallow in this? You know perfectly well that this is all fake, don't you?"

Gu Yao lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists at his sides!

His body trembled as he tried to refute, but his soul told him that what the person in front of him said was true, yet he was unwilling to admit it.

The dream was so beautiful that he didn't want to wake up at all.

"Little Yao!"

"Little Yao!"

"Little Yao!"

The person standing in front of Gu Yao seemed to have heard something, and looked up at the gray sky, "You should wake up!"

Gu Yao was stunned, but the call grew louder and louder, like the deafening sound of drums, breaking the shackles of this world with each beat!

And the "murderer" vanished like a bubble at the moment of dawn.

A blinding white light made Gu Yao's eyes uncomfortable, while Gu Chou and the others, who were guarding the bedside, quickly helped him up when they saw that he had woken up.

Gu Mei brought Yan Ruo forward, and Yan Ruo placed her fingertips on Gu Yao's wrist. "It's good that he's awake. I was just afraid he was being haunted. Physical illnesses are easy to cure, but mental illnesses are hard to heal!"

Hearing these old-fashioned words, Gu Yao forced a smile, "Uncle Yan, when did you become so nagging? Before, when you treated Master, didn't you just throw down the medicine and say, 'Take it if you want, or get lost if you don't?'"

At this point, Gu Yao seemed to recall something happy, a smile appearing on his face. He turned his head to look at Yan Ruo, raising an eyebrow, "I'm not used to you being so gentle now."

Seeing Gu Yao's reckless attitude, Yan Ruo flicked her sleeve, glanced at Gu Mei who was watching the show, snorted, and threw a bottle of pills onto the bed. "If it weren't for my half-disciple, who would care about you? You could die here and no one would care!"

Gu Mei turned her head away upon hearing this, completely unaware that the flames of war had spread to her.

Gu Yao's gaze swept over the fingertips of the two men. He picked up the jade bottle and pretended to be naive, saying, "Then this lad thanks Valley Master Yan in return."

Yan Ruo was unhappy that she hadn't managed to show off her disciple. She reached out and took out the remaining bottles of pills, throwing them all at Gu Yao. "I really owe your Tianqian Sect a debt. I've only made a few friends in my life, and Gu Xuanzhi is the most outrageous one. Even after he dies, I'll still have to work for him for free."

"I really owe you all. As compensation, I'll take this half-disciple with me. I've recently been researching a new pill formula and need someone to help me out. I'll have to collect some interest eventually."

Before anyone could react, Yan Ruo rubbed her hands together, placed her palm on Gu Mei's shoulder, and led her away.

The remaining four people exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.