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

The news that Qingyan Shenjun had broken into the Siming Hall and was punished with forty-nine lightning strikes by the elders of the Heavenly Clan's Punishment Hall spread rapidly throughout the Six Realms in the past few days.

It has become a topic of conversation among people of all ethnic groups.

No one knows what went wrong with Qing Yan that made him want to storm the Si Ming Palace.

Although the Temple of Fate is nominally affiliated with the Celestial Clan, and its location is situated on the edge of the Celestial Clan's territory.

However, the Palace of Fate governs the fortunes of countless mortals, a matter of great importance, and no one in the Six Realms dares to offend it.

Everyone assumed that the Temple of Fate was independent of the various races.

Each successor to the position of the God of Destiny must be recognized by Heaven and Earth.

This position is extremely important.

Over the years, no one has dared to provoke the Palace of Fate.

After all, no one wants to be entangled in the karma of mortals.

Being burdened by karma is detrimental to spiritual practice.

But who could have known that they would run into someone as reckless as Qing Yan?

Everyone was speculating about the reasons behind Qing Yan's actions.

However, no one connected this incident with the previous fight between the young masters of the two clans.

These two things seem completely unrelated on the surface.

The most widely circulated explanation is that Lord Qingyan is still haunted by a past romance from his tribulations, and his longing for her is unbearable.

Wanting to uncover the secrets of heaven, they planned to defy fate and change the destiny of that mortal.

The red string that Qingyan held onto tightly was the token of their love.

I wonder just how beautiful that lover must be to make the God Lord Qingyan, who is used to seeing fairies, so infatuated with her.

In terms of looks alone, apart from Su's nine-tailed fox, who can compare to Qing Yan himself?

Gu Yao simply smiled upon hearing this.

Counting the days, that bastard Qingyan should be able to get out of bed by now, and he should be able to come to Yousu in the next couple of days.

He'd been itching to take action for ages, just waiting to get back at that scumbag.

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It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, and I was sitting on the back of his bicycle...

Oops, hold on, we've gone off-topic.

It was a breezy afternoon when the magpie spirit hurriedly flew into Gu Yao's house to report that Qing Yan was requesting an audience at the You Su Gate.

Gu Yao paused briefly while playing against himself, then continued placing black pieces without even glancing at them.

His expression was calm.

It was as if they had expected it all along.

The magpie spirit's joy at wanting to speak out was abruptly dampened, and its head drooped slightly, making it look particularly pitiful.

He was also thinking of giving a passionate speech to bring back gossip from the front lines. He had agreed that if he could please Gu Yao, he could get more benefits from Gu Yao.

Seeing Gu Yao's calm demeanor now, he knew it was all over.

His employer, Su Yuanliang, wasn't interested in the matter.

I can't earn any extra money anymore, sob sob sob.

Thinking about it this way, the magpie spirit lost all motivation to gather the latest gossip.

The whole person, no, the whole bird, was listless.

It looks only slightly better than a frostbitten eggplant.

Gu Yao found it somewhat amusing to see the usually cheerful and energetic little magpie so dejected. He reached out and gently stroked its feathers, saying softly, "Don't be sad, I'll give you double the amount of elixir today."

The magpie spirit looked up in surprise, its eyes filled with joy, as if in disbelief, "Really?"

Gu Yao nodded with a smile.

Some elixirs were nothing to him.

It would be good if it could help this magpie spirit transform into human form sooner.

Having received Gu Yao's affirmation, the magpie spirit, which had just been dejected, immediately perked up.

They started chattering around Gu Yao again, making it quite lively.

One bird chattering like ten birds.

Gu Yao indulged him, and his boastful manner was surprisingly similar to Xiao Jiu's.

Hmm, it's just that Xiao Jiu is more naturally beautiful.

The person and the bird looked remarkably harmonious.

Gu Yao patted the magpie spirit's head with a smile, in a very good mood, and leisurely changed into a bright red dress.

Having gotten rid of my jerk ex, I'm going to be so handsome I'll make him swoon.

Become a better version of yourself, and let him regret it.

Why wallow in self-pity? Dress up nicely, go see how pathetic that jerk looks, and then laugh at him. Isn't that better?

Qing Yan must look sickly right now. After all, so many real lightning strikes have taken time to heal, and he's definitely not fully recovered yet.

Therefore, you should appear before him looking radiant.

It would be best to make him furious!

Gu Yao looked at his reflection in the bronze mirror, a handsome and elegant figure, a picture of refined elegance... cough, stop, I can't praise him anymore.

If you praise me any more, I'll become narcissistic.

In short, it can be summed up in one word—handsome!

It will absolutely dazzle any scumbag!

Gu Yao nodded, very satisfied.

After letting Qingyan wait for half an hour, that's enough.

He straightened his clothes and walked slowly outside, even using his sword to enhance his style.

Although you can use spells to teleport, flying on a sword is still cooler.

Gu Yao imagined himself making a grand entrance, just like the dashing and unrestrained sword cultivators in the cultivation novels he had read in his previous life.

That youthful, adolescent spirit is already burning fiercely.

He reached out and patted Ci Jing, and under his "friendly communication," Ci Jing "happily" agreed to let Gu Yao step on it.

Gu Yao stood as straight as a pine tree, stepping on the translucent white sword, with a perfectly (crossed out) fake smile on his face, exuding an air of elegance.

The sword flew up like a dazzling streak of light, its red robes fluttering, perfectly complementing Gu Yao's "unfathomable" expression.

The style is off the charts!

Supported by the fairy attendant who served him closely, Qing Yan had been standing outside You Su's barrier for quite some time.

The blazing sun beat down on his head, and large beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

Although he was swaying precariously, he stubbornly waited for that familiar figure to appear. The little fairy boy was anxious and tried to persuade him to leave, but Qing Yan pretended not to hear him.

His gaze remained fixed on the barrier, as if he were determined to fight it to the death.

Seeing this, the little fairy boy said no more.

There's no point in saying more; after all, you can never wake someone who's pretending to be asleep.

Suddenly, a streak of light flashed across the sky, bringing with it a strong gust of wind. The master and servant looked up and saw Gu Yao standing on his sword, looking down at them.

His eyes were full of coldness and disdain.

"Lord Qingyan, what brings you to my Su territory today? You don't intend to stab me again to avenge Xunyan, do you? If you wish to declare war, then I will gladly oblige!"

Qing Yan looked up at the person in the backlight. The bright sun formed a halo behind him, and the flamboyant red made the young man's skin look as white as snow. His beautiful face was even more dazzling than the sunlight.

But the words he said were so hurtful.

Qing Yan hesitated for a moment, wanting to explain but unsure where to begin.

To say he isn't?

But it was indeed he who hurt the little fox first.

Is that him?

But he came here today to apologize to the little fox.

The usually reserved person was now in an even more awkward situation.

Gu Yao, however, had no intention of letting him off the hook. His eyes were filled with mockery as he looked at Qing Yan. "So what? Is it that Lord Qing Yan has remembered his memories of the mortal realm and wants to rekindle our past relationship?"

Qing Yan was about to nod when Gu Yao's next words plunged him into despair.

His already pale face became even paler, like a vengeful demon.