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

Gu Yao lay on the branch of the Immortal Spirit Tree, looking down from the central peak, he could overlook the entire Tianqian Sect.

The disciples of the sect continued to train in the training ground as usual.

Especially in the last two months, the Tianqian Sect has closed its doors to visitors, and the disciples who were sent out have all returned to the sect within half a month. They cannot leave the sect to do missions and mostly cultivate within the sect as before the Foundation Establishment stage.

Gu Yao glanced down and then looked away, his gaze turning northward as usual.

Hanging on a branch nearby was the medicinal wine Yan Ruo had brewed for him. "Knowing you like this medicinal wine, I brewed some for you."

This was what the Valley Master Yan said to his senior brothers and sisters, but when the two of them looked at each other, they both knew very well what was going on.

This wine is used to relieve pain.

Just as Yan Ruo made an excuse to take Gu Mei away, he knew that Gu Yao did not want others to know the true condition of his body.

This Heavenly Spirit Array cannot be opened so easily.

To revive the immortal spirit tree that should have been extinct, and to set up an array using a blood sacrifice method—what kind of heaven-defying power is this?

Yan Ruo did not know.

Moreover, Gu Yao, as the person in charge of the formation, did not want his senior brothers and sisters to get hurt, so he changed the direction of the formation and transferred most of the backlash to himself.

This isn't playing with fire, it's pure suicide!

Since waking up, Gu Yao has always pretended to be fine and likes to hide in the Immortal Spirit Tree, finding a quiet corner in the lush tree to lie down quietly.

Sometimes I lie down for a whole day.

Gu Chou and the others were busy coordinating the disciples within their respective peaks, awaiting the arrival of their own great battle.

Gu Yao would always turn away during these serious meetings, waving his hand and saying, "I, Qingzhu Peak, am not hungry as long as I have enough to eat, and I have no disciples, so I will not participate."

Then he swaggered out, carrying the wine jug, looking every bit the dashing young man.

The disciples within the sect often saw their legendary peak master, drunk and reclining among the trees, his black hair half-hanging down, a true beauty.

As I passed by the altar, I couldn't help but walk quietly, afraid of startling this beauty.

When not sleeping, Gu Yao's favorite thing to do was to drink while counting on his fingers and looking north.

To borrow a more accurate phrase from Yan Ruo, "What you're looking at isn't the North, but Beili City!"

Gu Yao just smiled when he heard this, but did not refute it.

This is simply a fact.

He was waiting for the day when the black fog would rise to the sky, waiting for that person to return and kill him!

Come back and take his life!

The change occurred on a very ordinary afternoon. Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sun, and countless demons descended upon the protective array of the Tianqian Sect. They were densely packed, baring their fangs and claws, as if they wanted to tear all the disciples of the Tianqian Sect to shreds.

Those disgusting faces with gaping, blood-red mouths were pressed and deformed against the transparent array, exuding an even more ferocious and unusually menacing aura.

Even the scarlet tongue and the clear saliva dripping from the corner of the lips could be clearly seen by the disciples of the sect.

A pair of blood-red eyes looked down at the people below with a look of drooling, greedy and disgusting.

It was as if they already considered the disciples of the Tianqian Sect as their own.

Gu Yao gave a mocking laugh, rose from the branch, and drank the entire pot of wine.

They still came.

The young man stood on the highest treetop in the entire sect, dressed in bright red, which was out of place with the cool blue and white colors that the Tianqian Sect usually wore. He was like a fire in winter, or the strongest wine on the grassland.

When he tilts his head back to drink, every move he makes exudes elegance and charm.

As his Adam's apple bobbed, the wine slid down his trembling neck and into the loose fabric of his clothes.

It makes one feel inexplicably thirsty.

The young man standing on the treetop was oblivious to everything. Although he was dressed in red, he appeared to the disciples of the Tianqian Sect as a cold, unapproachable moon.

Gu Yao raised her hand and wiped her lips. The wine soaked into her lips, which were originally dry and dehydrated. At this moment, her pink lips looked like fresh flower petals, which were somewhat tempting.

He casually tossed the wine jug aside, looked up at the sky, and found his head covered by layers upon layers of demons.

They tore at each other, relentlessly attacking the protective formation of the Tianqian Sect.

As if under command, they kept attacking the same point.

It's precisely the weakest point in the sect's protective formation!

He narrowed his eyes, a hint of hostility in them.

That's really... courting death.

Gu Yao didn't wait any longer. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, raised his hand to summon Zhu Yan, and slashed at that point with his sword. The sword energy, carrying a monstrous chill, cut down all the layers of demons.

A mixture of red and white liquids flowed all over the ground. Gu Yao stood on the formation, and the demons around him, attracted by the smell of fresh flesh and blood, rushed towards the boy. Following their instincts, they opened their blood-red mouths, and as they got closer, they could almost smell the disgusting stench of blood.

Spread out, it has the most disgusting smell of blood and flesh.

The young man in red was thin and looked extremely small among the towering demons. But as he looked at the demons rushing towards him from all sides, he gave a mocking smile. "You lowly filthy creatures dare to covet me!"

Gu Yao's eyes narrowed, and a white light ignited in them. Although it was a cold color, it contained a flickering flame.

The temperature around them dropped instantly. With a wave of his hand, the young man condensed his energy into ice, which transformed into sharp ice spikes that pierced the fragile necks of the demons that were charging at him.

A chill spread from his neck to his entire body, and the hideous demons turned into ice sculptures frozen in mid-air. Gu Yao raised his eyes, stretched out his hand, and clenched his fist. The ice spikes exploded instantly, along with the bodies of the demons.

Gu Yao knew this was just a pawn. Looking into the dark clouds, he heard a sound of hands clasped together. "Master is still as ruthless as ever."