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

I first met that upright and honest person in a remote town.

That was the border between the demon realm and the human realm, and it was incredibly chaotic.

I was sold to the Chunfeng Brothel by my gambling father for ten taels of silver.

That was my first night. The madam, who came to inspect the goods, confirmed my furnace physique and sold my virginity to four evil cultivators through auction.

Nobody cares how I'll be treated.

The meager amount of fabric draped over my body meant I couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried.

Those lewd gazes fell upon me, disgusting me like a bone-deep infection.

He appeared at such a desperate moment.

Dressed in striking red, he stood out against the darkness, showing no embarrassment at disturbing anyone's "fun." With a single sword stroke, he beheaded four evil cultivators.

The spirit sword in his palm seemed to tremble with dissatisfaction, and the young man, who looked like an immortal, coaxed softly, "They got away while I was sleeping last time, so I have to vent my anger. Zhu Yan, don't be angry."

He patted the silver-white sword reassuringly, then turned his head to look in my direction. He frowned almost imperceptibly, and his clear gaze was like a dull knife, scraping at me piece by piece.

I felt utterly ashamed.

He must find me disgusting.

That was my only thought at the time.

But he didn't. He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on me. He walked towards me step by step and took off his coat.

I shrank back into the corner of the bed in fear, thinking that this was also a beast in human form.

But the plum-scented dress was lightly draped over my body. I looked up and saw the boy's clear voice, "Your name is Ayan, right? A pure furnace physique is quite rare. Little girl, if you want to protect yourself, then cultivate diligently."

A warm, dry hand gently rubbed my head; the fragrance of plum blossoms came and went quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the person in front of him disappeared, with only a bottle of pills and a cultivation manual on the bed indicating that this was not a dream.

Later, I concealed my furnace physique and joined the Hehuan Sect, becoming its most outstanding disciple and succeeding as its sect leader.

When I saw him again, he was in such a disheveled state.

That day, dark clouds loomed overhead, and I knew that this journey might mean my death and the end of my life.

After decades of cultivation, I have gained the confidence to not be bullied. Do I really want to give it all up for someone who doesn't even remember who I am?

Honestly, I also want to ask myself if I regret it?

The moment I held the longsword in my hand, I knew I would have no regrets!

But in the end, I still couldn't protect him.

The moment he appeared, I knew it was over.

He was taken away by Shen Zhezhu.

I was also seriously injured.

Even more unexpectedly, that brat Niansheng dared to defy his superiors.

The once gentle and well-behaved boy suddenly revealed his fangs.

In short, it was this wolf cub who usurped the throne.

I guess you could say I'm under house arrest.

But that's not entirely true.

His spiritual power was simply sealed.

Freedom without restrictions.

I was provided with good food and drink, and Niansheng handled sect affairs, but I was still the sect leader.

Even my personal servants in the backyard weren't dismissed.

Sometimes, after being a couch potato for a long time, I start to think that this kind of life isn't so bad.

Peaceful days are always short-lived.

When Emperor Qianzong issued the order to seal the clan that day, I felt that the world was about to change.

That was the first time Niansheng and I had such a fierce argument. He gripped my wrist, his eyes fierce, yet filled with tears. "Huanyan, are you really going?"

His voice trembled, but I remained silent.

He slumped down and nodded. "Fine, since you're going, I'll go with you."

Beneath the myriad scenes, all life has been extinguished.

We had no chance of escaping, but he somehow obtained a secret technique that allowed him to shield me with his body and retreat from the battlefield.

There was no hesitation.

Warm blood splattered on my face, and he held me tightly.

He said, "Don't be afraid, Ayan."

I wasn't afraid.

Really.

The tears just started falling on their own, I don't know why.

The two most important people to me died and were seriously injured that day.

I dismissed all my attendants and began to focus on taking care of the unconscious Niansheng.

The doctor said the injuries were too severe, and he might never wake up again.

But I felt fine.

In the end, I am a cultivator of immortality, and my lifespan is longer than that of a tortoise.

I will strive to cultivate myself and live for several hundred more years.

That day, I returned from my sword practice as usual, only to find a figure among the blooming peach blossoms.

Dressed in pure white, she resembled the bright moon in the sky.

He turned to look at me, a smile blooming on his lips, more beautiful than the peach blossoms of March.

He called me, "Ayan".

I threw myself into his arms, like a weary bird returning to its nest.

I know that I have returned to my human world.