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

The Demon-Slaying Sword unleashed a chilling light powerful enough to freeze time and space; wherever the icy blade passed, the demonic tentacles crumbled inch by inch.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yuan forcibly burned his own divine soul, causing the power of the demonic array to surge several times over.

The black sphere shattered completely, and a demonic being with three heads and six arms emerged from it, each eye emitting beams of destruction.

Shen Chumo's illusory ice lotus swayed precariously in the beam of light.

She suddenly closed her eyes and entered a state of enlightenment during the crisis.

When she opened her eyes again, they were flashing with icy blue Heavenly Dao runes, and her spiritual power surged to an unprecedented level.

"Heavenly Dao? Ice Prison Judgment!" With a wave of her hand, thousands of ice pillars descended from the sky, pinning the demon god's true form to the ground.

Lin Yuan let out a desperate roar, trying to break free from the ice pillar's restraints.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Chumo wielded the Demon-Slaying Sword. The runes on the sword resonated with the Heavenly Dao runes, unleashing a world-destroying power.

A beam of icy blue light pierced through the demon god's chest, and Lin Yuan's body shattered inch by inch within the beam, leaving only a disintegrating crystal core.

"I won't... lose..." Lin Yuan's consciousness was still struggling, but the crystal core was enveloped by Shen Chumo's spiritual power and began to vibrate violently.

With a deafening roar, the crystal core exploded completely, and Lin Yuan's remnant soul vanished into nothingness amidst the blast.

As the smoke cleared, Shen Chumo knelt on one knee, watching the magic array gradually dissipate, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's over..."

After Lin Yuan's death, a painful groan suddenly came from a secret room.

Xuanming—no, he should be called Bai Ziqing now—spit out a mouthful of blood, and the crystal ball controlling the magic array in his hand exploded.

The shards pierced deep into his palm, but he was completely unaware, staring intently at the last glimpse of Shen Chumo in the crystal ball.

"Even Lin Yuan..." His handsome face twisted for a moment, he clutched his chest, and then his hair turned gray inch by inch from the roots.

Bai Ziqing's body convulsed violently, as if his internal organs were being pierced by countless steel needles.

He staggered and crashed into the bronze altar in the secret chamber, where scalding black blood suddenly seeped out.

It flowed down his neck and into his body, burning his meridians.

The ancient runes on the altar swirled wildly, devouring his life force like peeling away layers of silk.

"My century-long plan... has been destroyed in an instant!"

His voice was hoarse and broken, and black blood foam kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His white hair grew wildly like snow, instantly covering his shoulders, while the veins beneath his skin bulged like writhing earthworms, spreading across his entire face. The crystal sphere fragments controlling the magic array vibrated wildly in his palm, their sharp edges piercing deep into his flesh, yet unable to alleviate the surging pain within him.

Suddenly, he coughed violently, but instead of blood, he coughed up pieces of his internal organs imbued with demonic energy.

The fragments vanished into black mist the moment they hit the ground. His form began to become transparent, swaying precariously like a candle flickering in the wind.

After several defeats, the loss of his clone, and the backlash from Lin Yuan, his body is now at its limit and he probably won't live much longer than an incense stick.

But he was not willing to give up!

He had meticulously planned for a century, only to have it all destroyed by Shen Chumo. He was unwilling to accept it!

Meanwhile, Shen Chumo's divine sense followed the residual energy fluctuations of the demonic array, piercing through the void like a sharp arrow.

Xuanming! This time, he can't escape!

Shen Chumo's figure, like an ice-blue lightning bolt, tore through the void and arrived at Xuanming's location.

She kicked open the stone door to the secret chamber, and a chill instantly swept through the entire space, causing layers of frost to condense on the walls.

Bai Ziqing knelt before the altar, his white hair as white as snow, his face withered, and black blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his head, and the moment he saw Shen Chumo, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"Shen Chumo..." His voice was hoarse and broken, "Long time no see."

Shen Chumo sneered, pointing the Demon-Slaying Sword straight at his throat.

"Bai Ziqing, you've really hidden yourself well." She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, her eyes icy cold.

"You deliberately lured us to Kunlun Mountain, intending to use the formation there to kill me, but I destroyed the formation's core instead. So you're resorting to this self-inflicted injury ruse to dispel my suspicions, is that it?"

Bai Ziqing chuckled softly, his laughter tinged with madness.

"Now that you know the whole story, what can you do? I'm about to die anyway. It's just a pity that I couldn't finish my great work before I die!"

"Shen Chumo, you shouldn't exist in this world. You also came from the cultivation world, right? If it weren't for you, no one here could stop me!"

Shen Chumo's pupils contracted slightly, and the sharpness of the Demon-Slaying Sword paused for a moment.

"You are... from the world of cultivation."

Bai Ziqing coughed up a mouthful of black blood, but his eyes grew increasingly crazed.

"That's right..." he laughed hoarsely, "I come from the Heavenly Profound Realm, and should have been a peerless genius of the Eternal Immortal Sect! But I've ended up in this desolate, spiritually barren place!"

His fingers dug deep into the ground, his knuckles turning white.

"The suppression of the Heavenly Dao here is too strong... I've cultivated for a hundred years, yet I can't even reach the Golden Core stage! Mortal lifespans are short, I refuse to accept this!" He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "I'm not reconciled! I want to go back! I must go back!"

Shen Chumo stared at him, and suddenly understood something.

"So... you cultivated the demonic path?" Her voice was icy. "Sacrificing countless mortal lives just to open a passage between the two worlds?"

Bai Ziqing laughed maniacally: "So what! These ants are honored to become my stepping stones for return!"

He struggled to stand up, but the backlash caused him to kneel down again, black blood gushing from his mouth.

"I've studied for a hundred years...and finally found a way..." He stared intently at Shen Chumo, "As long as enough resentment and demonic energy are gathered, we can forcibly tear apart the Heavenly Dao barrier...but alas..."

His gaze fell on Shen Chumo, filled with resentment and malice.

"It's a pity you've ruined my plans time and time again! If it weren't for you... I would have succeeded long ago!"

Shen Chumo sneered: "To go back, you'd stop at nothing? Bai Ziqing, you've already fallen into demonic possession. Even if you successfully return to the Heavenly Profound Realm, karmic retribution will surely bring you to a violent end!"

"Becoming a demon?" He curled his lips in a mocking smile. "So what? As long as I can go back, I'm willing to pay any price. Even if it means death, I want to die in the Heavenly Profound Realm!"

Instead of living in this mortal world, Shen Chumo, you're just luckier than me. When you can no longer break through, you'll understand my current thoughts!

Understanding his thoughts? That's impossible, after all, Shen Chumo has a system that allows him to travel through time and space at will.

Shen Chumo initially intended to kill him with a single sword strike, but then a new idea suddenly formed in her mind.

"You want to go back, don't you?"... She slowly raised the blade of her sword. "Very well, I'll grant your wish!"

Shen Chumo turned her sword, and the Demon-Slaying Sword drew an icy blue arc in the air. With her left hand, she formed a hand seal, and a sealing rune instantly entered Bai Ziqing's body, sealing off all the demonic energy in his body.

"You...!" Bai Ziqing stared in astonishment, "What are you going to do?"

Shen Chumo sneered, and with a flick of her sleeve, she directly took him into her spiritual spring space.

"Tuanzi, lock onto the coordinates of the Heavenly Profound Realm." She commanded in her sea of ​​consciousness, "Open the interdimensional passage."

"Okay, MoMo."

As long as she has a location, Shen Chumo can freely travel between different worlds.

Tuanzi began operating the system, and the interface unfolded before her eyes. Countless runes flowed and eventually condensed into a dazzling gate of light. Shen Chumo stepped into it without hesitation.

The Heavenly Mystery Realm, a forbidden area of ​​the Eternal Immortal Sect.

The void suddenly distorted, and an ice-blue figure stepped out of the air.

Shen Chumo looked around and felt the long-lost rich spiritual energy, which made the spiritual power in her body leap with joy.

"This is... the Heavenly Profound Realm," she whispered.

Within the spiritual spring space, Bai Ziqing sensed a familiar aura and abruptly opened his eyes: "The Heavenly Profound Realm?! You actually...!"

Shen Chumo waved his hand and released him.

Bai Ziqing fell onto the bluestone slabs of the forbidden area, his white hair disheveled and his face withered.

He reached out his hand, trembling, and touched the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm back... I'm really back..."

Bai Ziqing looked up at Shen Chumo, swallowed hard.

"Who the hell are you!"

It's incredible that he can travel between two worlds so easily, without any apparent impact. Even someone at the Tribulation Transcending stage couldn't do that.

Shen Chumo picked up Bai Ziqing and flew directly towards the Eternal Immortal Sect.

Bai Ziqing looked at the familiar sect in the distance, the majestic nine-tiered palace of the Eternal Immortal Sect, the four large characters "Eternal Green" on the gilded plaque stinging his eyes in the sunlight.

A hundred years ago, he was the most dazzling prodigy in the sect. He established his foundation in three years and formed his core in fifty years, and was hailed as a genius that was only seen once in a thousand years.

But now, his hair is white, his face is withered, and his body is still shrouded in indelible demonic energy.

"Put me down!" Bai Ziqing suddenly struggled wildly, her nails digging deeply into Shen Chumo's wrist.

"You can't take me back! I look like this... everyone will laugh at me!"

His voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair. "I was once a chosen one of heaven, but now I've become a demonic monster... I'd rather die!"

Shen Chumo sneered.

"Didn't you say you'd rather die in the Heavenly Profound Realm? I'll grant your wish, won't I?"

She didn't lessen her grip at all, and carried him directly towards the sect's main hall.

Amidst the howling wind, Bai Ziqing's cries grew increasingly piercing: "Kill me! Kill me now! I don't want to go back! I don't want them to see me like this!"

He thought of his close friends who had cultivated alongside him, of his rivals who were jealous of his talent, and of the high hopes placed in the eyes of the sect elders. Now, these images had become sharp blades, tearing at his heart again and again.

"If I had known this today, why did I do it in the first place?"

Shen Chumo said coldly, "You slaughtered countless lives for your own selfish desires, and now you're afraid of being ridiculed?" As they spoke, they had already arrived above the sect.

Upon seeing Bai Ziqing surrounded by demonic energy, the patrolling disciples immediately became alert and deployed their sword formation.

"Who goes there! Trespassing into the Eternal Immortal Sect! Surrender at once!" the leading disciple shouted.

Bai Ziqing's body trembled violently. He kept his eyes tightly closed, not daring to look at those wary and disgusted gazes.

"Shen Chumo, I beg you..." His voice was weak and desperate, "Give me a quick death..."

Shen Chumo remained unmoved and directly carried him down to the square in front of the main hall.

In an instant, countless divine senses swept over, and discussions rose and fell.

"What a beautiful woman! Even more beautiful than Zixia Fairy!"

"Who is that demonic figure beside me?"

"Judging from his appearance, he must be a demonic sorcerer!"

"Strange, how could a fairy be with such a scoundrel of the demonic path?"

Just then, a cry of surprise rang out from the crowd: "Senior Brother Bai?! Is that you?" A cultivator dressed in a light blue Daoist robe pushed through the crowd, looking at Bai Ziqing with disbelief. "How could this be... How could you have become like this?"

Bai Ziqing was struck dumb, and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw that familiar face, he completely broke down.

The once spirited genius now cries out like a madman, "Don't look at me! Don't look at me!" He struggles desperately, trying to escape this suffocating scene.

Shen Chumo slammed Bai Ziqing hard into the center of the plaza. His icy blue spiritual energy formed a light screen that enveloped the entire area, and his words, sharp as ice spikes, resonated deeply: "This man is Bai Ziqing, a disciple of your sect. A hundred years ago, he failed his tribulation and was banished to the mortal realm..."

Shen Chumo recounted all the misdeeds Bai Ziqing had committed.

The square fell into a deathly silence, with only Bai Ziqing's heavy breathing echoing in the stillness.

The cultivator who called him "Senior Brother Bai" staggered backward, the jade token in his hand falling to the ground with a clatter: "No... impossible! Senior Brother Bai is exceptionally talented, how could he..."

"You wretched child!"

Shen Chumo looked up and saw several figures flying towards her on swords. The leader was an old man with white hair, who looked like a sage, but his face was full of anger.

"You wicked disciple! How dare you commit such a heinous crime!"

Bai Ziqing trembled, looked up at the old man, and stammered, "Master...Master..."

Enraged, the old man lashed out with his whisk, the silver threads wrapping around Bai Ziqing's neck like chains, lifting him into the air: "A hundred years ago you disappeared, and the entire sect searched for you across the three continents and nine seas, only to find that you had already fallen into the demonic path! Do you still remember the oath you swore when you joined the sect to 'protect all living beings and uphold the righteous path'?"

Bai Ziqing's face was deathly pale as he struggled to crawl toward the old man: "Master! This disciple knows his mistake! This disciple was misled by inner demons, I beg you—"

"Shut up!" The old man flicked his sleeve, a golden light blasting him away. "Today, I will cleanse the sect!"

Bai Ziqing fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

He lay on the ground, looking sadly at the contemptuous looks in the eyes of those around him.

"This is the genius from a hundred years ago?" A harsh sneer erupted from the crowd, and a young disciple spat out, "Nothing but a coward consumed by his inner demons!"

His senior sister beside him gripped the magic weapon at her waist, her gaze sharp as a knife: "To break through, you slaughtered countless lives, you're worse than an animal!" The discussions surged like a tide, each word like a poisoned arrow piercing Bai Ziqing's already wounded heart.