Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

The snow on the summit of Kunlun Mountain shimmered with a blood-red hue under the setting sun.

Shen Chumo stood on the edge of the broken cliff, looking down at the shattered sect buildings below, and sighed softly.

The mountain wind lifted a strand of hair from her temple.

"Of the twenty-three disciples, nine died, six were seriously injured, and the rest sustained minor injuries of varying degrees."

Ji Linchuan walked over with the statistics list in his hand, his military boots crunching on the gravel.

"The most troublesome one is Junior Brother Zhao. His right arm has been corrupted by demonic energy, and ordinary medicine is ineffective."

Shen Chumo took the list, her finger pausing on the "Supplies Shortage" column: "Can Qingxi Village at the foot of the mountain accommodate so many people?"

“I just contacted the Special Investigations Department via satellite phone,” Ji Linchuan said in a low voice. “The director agreed to allocate three military helicopters, but they won’t arrive until tomorrow morning at the earliest.”

He glanced at the Kunlun disciples supporting each other not far away. "We need to find a way to ensure their safety for the night."

Bai Ziqing walked over, leaning on a cane made of tree branches. His once flowing white robe was now stained with blood. "The grotto in the back mountain can temporarily shelter you from the wind and cold, but..." He hesitated, glancing at his dazed junior brothers and sisters.

Shen Chumo understood—these young people had just experienced the destruction of their sect and the tragic deaths of their fellow disciples, and were forced to leave the mountain gate where they had lived since childhood. Their psychological defenses were on the verge of collapse.

"Ji Linchuan, bring me that metal box from your backpack," she suddenly said.

The iron box was opened, revealing dozens of jade bottles, each about the size of a thumb, neatly arranged inside.

Shen Chumo took out three bottles and handed them to Bai Ziqing: "Soul-soothing incense; lighting it will help people fall asleep peacefully."

He then pointed to several other bottles, saying, "These, when applied externally to wounds, can inhibit the spread of demonic energy."

As night fell, a faint light shone in the grotto.

Amidst the swirling smoke of the soothing incense, the young disciples finally stopped sobbing and fell into a deep sleep.

Only Junior Brother Zhao was still groaning in pain; his right arm had turned an ominous purplish-black.

"Amputation is necessary," Shen Chumo said coldly after examining him. "The demonic energy is spreading towards his heart."

"No!" cried Wang, the junior sister in charge of taking care of him. "Senior Brother Zhao is a sword cultivator; losing his right hand is worse than killing him..."

“Use this.” Bai Ziqing suddenly unfastened the jade pendant from his waist. “This is the Xuanbing Jade bestowed upon me by my master; it can temporarily freeze demonic energy.”

Shen Chumo shook her head: "It can only last for twelve hours at most." She turned to Ji Linchuan, "There's a silver dagger in the lining of your backpack, bring it here."

After heating the dagger over a fire, Shen Chumo wiped the blade with a talisman.

As the cold blade sliced ​​through Junior Brother Zhao's arm, the unconscious boy still let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The moment the black blood gushed out, Ji Linchuan swiftly caught it in a specially made sealed bag—this blood, contaminated by demonic energy, required special handling.

"Hold him down!" Shen Chumo shouted sharply.

Junior Sister Wang held down her senior brother's kicking legs tightly, watching helplessly as Shen Chumo poured a bottle of blue powder onto the stark white bones.

The powder sizzled as it touched flesh and blood. Junior Brother Zhao suddenly arched his body, then fell heavily back onto the stone bed, completely losing consciousness.

In the darkest hour before dawn, Shen Chumo stood alone outside the grotto.

She was playing with a black crystal she had found at the bottom of the blood pool, with a faint purple light flowing inside it.

A cold wind blew by, and the black crystal in Shen Chumo's hand reflected an eerie purple light, which complemented the coldness in her eyes.

Footsteps suddenly came from behind her. She quickly put the crystal into her sleeve, turned around and saw Bai Ziqing walking over wrapped in a thin cloak. His face was still as pale as paper, but he forced a smile: "Miss Shen, why aren't you sleeping? What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the sky just before dawn," Shen Chumo said calmly, gazing at the pale light appearing in the east. "I'm also thinking that the Angry Sect won't let this go."

With Zhuque and Xuanwu dead, and all four hall masters of the Chenmen sect gone, what will the mastermind behind the Chenmen sect do next?

She turned to look at Bai Ziqing, her gaze falling on his still bleeding wound. "You should rest more. Forcing yourself to circulate your spiritual energy will cause lasting health problems."

Bai Ziqing gave a wry smile and sat down beside her: "My injury is fine. But Junior Brother Zhao..."

His voice lowered, "If it weren't for protecting him, Master wouldn't have..."

At this point, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his face away.

Shen Chumo was silent for a moment, then took out a jade slip from her bosom and handed it to him: "This is a healing technique. If you practice it, you can speed up your recovery."

Bai Ziqing took the jade slip, his fingertips trembling slightly: "Miss Shen, why are you helping us like this?"

He looked directly into Shen Chumo's eyes. "I can sense that you possess a shocking secret, yet you are willing to expend precious elixirs and spiritual energy for the Kunlun Sect..."

"You don't need to worry about these things." Shen Chumo interrupted him, her voice suddenly turning cold.

Bai Ziqing nodded thoughtfully, and was about to speak when his words were interrupted by the roar of a helicopter that suddenly appeared.

Three military transport planes pierced through the clouds and landed on a relatively flat hillside.

The hatch opened, and more than ten capable personnel dressed in "Special Investigations" uniforms strode in.

The airflow from the helicopter rotors swept up gravel as Ji Linchuan helped his weak junior brother Zhao onto the cabin.

Shen Chumo stood there, gazing at the devastated ruins of the Kunlun Sect, until Bai Ziqing walked up to her with his cane.

“Miss Shen, I am deeply grateful.” Bai Ziqing placed the Xuanbing Jade back into her hand. “This jade pendant is useless to me; please accept it.” He paused, then lowered his voice, “If the Chenmen makes any further moves in the future…”

“I’ll contact you.” Shen Chumo interrupted him, her gaze sweeping over the Kunlun disciples boarding the helicopter. “Take good care of them.” She turned and walked toward the helicopter, her clothes fluttering in the mountain wind, the black crystal in her sleeve gently tapping her palm.

Three hours later, the helicopter landed on the helipad at the Special Investigations Unit headquarters.

Police Chief Chen Zhengming was already waiting with the medical team. Seeing his unconscious junior brother Zhao on the stretcher and the others covered in blood, his brows furrowed deeply: "The methods of the Angry Sect are becoming increasingly ruthless."

"That's not all." Ji Linchuan pulled a sealed bag from his pocket, inside which were several pieces of flesh covered in black scabs.

"This was taken from Junior Brother Zhao's wound; the speed at which demonic energy eroded it was beyond imagination." He paused, then lowered his voice, "And this too."

The black crystal swirled with an eerie purple light in my palm. "Found at the bottom of the blood pool, I suspect it's related to the Holy Master of the Angry Sect."

Chen Zhengming gasped and immediately summoned the forensic department.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from afar, and three people dressed in dark-patterned black robes strode over. The middle-aged man in the lead had piercing eyes, and the "Special Spiritual Power Bureau" badge pinned to his chest gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Shen Chumo, Ji Linchuan?" The man looked them up and down, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Who gave you the audacity to trespass into the Kunlun Mountains? Now look what's happened! You've alerted them; the Chenmen sect has probably already moved their base!"

Ji Linchuan immediately frowned: "We had already reported to our superiors before we set off, and we received permission."

"Report?" The leading man sneered, his thick finger jabbing heavily into Ji Linchuan's chest. "You guys are quite adept at making a mountain out of a molehill! What do those idiots in the Special Investigations Department know about the rules of the spiritual power world?"

He turned to look at Chen Zhengming, his eyes filled with disdain. "Director Chen, it's because of your arbitrary delegation of power that the entire spiritual energy world is in such chaos!"

Chen Zhengming's face was grim, his right hand unconsciously reaching for his sidearm at his waist: "Director Lu, watch your words. Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan are non-staff members of the Special Investigations Division; their actions are entirely in accordance with procedure."

"Program?" The man addressed as Director Lu suddenly pulled open his black robe.

"In my Special Spiritual Power Bureau's files, Shen Chumo's information is completely blank! A person of unknown origin, wielding a strange spiritual artifact I've never even seen before, causing such a commotion in Kunlun Mountain, and you're talking to me about procedures?"

Shen Chumo took a half step forward, a sudden chill emanating from her: "Director Lu, are you so agitated because you're afraid we'll uncover something we shouldn't?" A shard of ice suddenly shot from her sleeve, grazing Director Lu's ear and embedding itself in the wall behind him.

"The Special Spiritual Power Bureau has been suppressing the cases in Qingxi Village for years, refusing to investigate, and now they have the leisure to come and interrogate us?"

Director Lu's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he reached out to grab Shen Chumo: "You vixen..." Ji Linchuan reacted quickly, pressing a stun gun against his lower back: "Director Lu, this is Special Investigations Unit territory, not your place to run wild!"

"Rebellion! Rebellion!" Director Lu roared in fury, and two men in black behind him drew their longswords at the same time.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a sharp shout suddenly rang out: "Stop!"

An elderly man with white hair, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, parted the crowd. The special spiritual power bureau badge on his chest was a whole size larger than Director Lu's.

Upon seeing this, Director Lu's arrogance instantly transformed into obsequiousness: "Elder, what brings you here?"

The old man didn't even glance at him, walking straight up to Shen Chumo. His cloudy eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharp light: "Young lady, may I see the ice magic you just used?"

Shen Chumo cautiously took a half step back, the nine illusory images of ice lotuses appearing and disappearing behind her.

The old man suddenly laughed: "As expected..." His voice trailed off as he turned to glare angrily at Director Lu, "Why aren't you withdrawing your men? Miss Shen and Officer Ji are heroes of the spiritual realm!"

"Heroes?" Director Lu screamed in disbelief, "They destroyed the Kunlun Sect..."

"Shut up!" The old man slammed his cane heavily on the ground, causing the entire helipad to tremble.

"The Kunlun Sect has been infiltrated by the Chen Sect for many years! If it weren't for Miss Shen's decisive action, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

He pulled a yellowed, confidential document from his sleeve. "Take a look at this. Your so-called 'beating the grass to alert the enemy' was nothing more than a relocation planned by the Chen Sect long ago!"

Director Lu took the confidential file, his face turning from red to white.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Chumo stepped forward and handed the black crystal to the old man: "Senior, this item was found at the bottom of the blood pool. The purple light inside intensifies every hour."

The old man's hand suddenly trembled violently, "This thing..."

He gripped Shen Chumo's hand tightly. "Miss, would you please come back to the Special Spiritual Power Bureau with me?"

Seeing this, Director Lu suddenly lunged forward and snatched the crystal: "We can't give it to her! This is of utmost importance..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly began to swell, and strange black patterns appeared under his skin.

Shen Chumo's pupils constricted sharply: "Oh no! He's been parasitized by soul worms!"

Ji Linchuan reacted quickly, instantly pressing the stun gun against Director Lu's temple: "Don't move!"

However, it was too late. Director Lu suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, transforming into a cloud of black mist. Crystals within the mist shimmered with an eerie purple light, and he flew straight into the sky...

Director Lu's facial muscles contorted, and he let out an inhuman roar, the black lines under his skin throbbing like living creatures.

With a backhand swing, Ji Linchuan was sent flying by a strange force, crashing heavily into the helicopter landing gear.

Shen Chumo's silver needles shot out like a rainstorm from her sleeve, but they were corroded into molten iron by the strange black energy when they touched Director Lu's body.

As Shen Chumo saw the black mist carrying the crystals about to disappear into the clouds, the icicle at her fingertips suddenly turned, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the air.

Nine illusory ice lotuses suddenly bloomed, transforming into a crystal-clear giant net that tightly trapped the black mist.

The black mist writhed wildly within the ice net, emitting a piercing shriek, while Director Lu's figure flickered in and out of sight, writhing in agony.

"Don't move!" Shen Chumo shouted sharply, his left hand quickly forming a hand seal, and the power of the Floating Life Realm poured into the ice net like a tide.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face grew paler, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Ji Linchuan struggled to get up from the ground, enduring the excruciating pain in his ribs, and raised the improved stun gun. Blue lightning crackled as it shot towards the black mist, attempting to disrupt the power of the soul worms within.

With a clear shout from Shen Chumo, the ice net suddenly contracted, forcing Director Lu out of the black mist.

At this moment, Director Lu's face was bluish-purple, black viscous fluid was constantly seeping from his seven orifices, and his eyes were full of pain and despair.

Without hesitation, Shen Chumo flicked out a thread of spiritual energy, which precisely wrapped around his wrist, and with a sudden pull, dragged him out of the black mist.

The black mist, having lost its host, let out a resentful shriek, transformed into a streak of light, and disappeared into the distance, carrying the black crystal with it.

Shen Chumo staggered and almost fell, but Ji Linchuan quickly stepped forward to support her.

"How are you?" Ji Linchuan asked anxiously.

Shen Chumo waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, then turned her gaze to Director Lu, who was lying on the ground and still convulsing.

She slowly stepped forward, squatted down, took out a pill that emitted a gentle light, pried open Director Lu's mouth, and fed him the pill.

A moment later, Director Lu slowly opened his eyes, and the madness and turbidity in his eyes gradually faded away.

He looked at Shen Chumo, then at the concerned crowd around him, and recalled his previous actions, his face showing regret and shame.

"I..." Director Lu began with difficulty, his voice hoarse and trembling, "I... I'm sorry." He struggled to get up, but his body was too weak and he fell back down.

Shen Chumo looked at him quietly, her eyes showing no anger, only calmness and scrutiny.

"Why were you suddenly parasitized by soul worms? You should know the consequences of being parasitized."

Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.