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

He did so much, tried every possible means, all to return to the Heavenly Profound Realm.

Bai Ziqing collapsed to the ground, listening to the tidal wave of insults all around him, and suddenly began to cough violently.

He looked up at the familiar eaves above his head and suddenly remembered the look of satisfaction in his master's eyes when he received his first Foundation Establishment Pill here a hundred years ago.

"I... I was really wrong..." His voice was hoarse and broken, as if it had been ripped out from the depths of his throat.

"So even if I return to the Heavenly Profound Realm... I can never go back to the way things were before..." Trembling fingers tried to touch the hem of her master's robes not far away, but fell limply halfway down.

Shen Chumo looked down at him, her eyes devoid of any pity.

"Bai Ziqing, in your quest to return, you didn't hesitate to fall into the demonic path, harming the innocent." She said coldly, "Now, you've got what you wanted."

The jeers of the crowd suddenly stopped—Bai Ziqing's body began to turn transparent, and the meridians beneath his skin cracked like a spider web, seeping out wisps of demonic energy.

He suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with relief and despair: "I thought that as long as I came back, I could start over... But I forgot, I'm no longer the Bai Ziqing who held the Great Dao in my heart..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body exploded, turning into thousands of black specks of light.

Only a cracked golden core fell to the ground. The demonic energy swirling around its surface sizzled and burned the moment it came into contact with the sect's spiritual energy. Exclamations erupted from the crowd. Some disciples wanted to step forward to investigate, but the old man raised his hand to stop them.

"Let him go." The old man gazed at the dissipating light, a barely perceptible sigh in his voice. "Perhaps this is the best ending for him."

Shen Chumo watched this scene quietly, then turned to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait." The old man suddenly spoke, "Thank you for bringing this unfilial disciple back. May I ask who you are...?"

Shen Chumo didn't turn her head: "Just a passerby."

She took a step forward, and her figure disappeared into the void.

As everyone watched her depart, they began to speculate about her true identity.

modern world.

Shen Chumo stepped out of the spatial passage, and the Demon-Slaying Sword was sheathed.

"Master, is it over already?" Tuanzi asked softly.

Shen Chumo gazed at the rising sun in the distance and said calmly, "Cause and effect are cyclical, retribution is inevitable. He sought benevolence and received it; to die in his own hometown, to die amidst the scorn of thousands, is also his retribution."

A gentle breeze swept by, scattering the snowflakes from her shoulders.

After Bai Ziqing's death, an unprecedented upheaval broke out at the Special Investigations Headquarters.

Eighteen high-ranking officials suddenly died in bizarre circumstances—black blood seeped from under their skin, and their veins were severed, as if they had been destroyed from the inside by some force.

During the autopsy, forensic doctors discovered fine, hair-like black curse marks on their hearts.

"It's the backlash from the demonic seed." Shen Chumo stood outside the morgue, her voice cold. "Bai Ziqing used the demonic seed to control them. With his death, these people's lives are cut off."

Director Lu's face turned deathly pale: "So... all their previous actions were controlled by Xuan Ming?"

He knew there were moles in the Special Investigations Department, but he didn't expect there to be so many, and he had never suspected any of them.

Seeing Director Lu's shocked expression, Shen Chumo lightly tapped her fingertips on the table: "It's not just about being controlled. Some people willingly follow Xuanming."

She raised her hand and waved, and a light screen unfolded, revealing several encrypted files.

"The theft of the spiritual vein at the Jiangnan branch three years ago, the disappearance of cultivators on the southwestern border last year, and the Special Investigations Department's database hack last month..." With each sentence Shen Chumo spoke, Director Lu's face grew increasingly grim. "These are all cases of these people colluding with Xuan Ming."

Director Lu slammed his fist against the wall: "These traitors!"

"Now, it's time to clean house." Shen Chumo retracted the light screen, turned, and walked towards the door. "The Special Investigations Department needs a complete overhaul."

"Senior Shen," Director Lu quickly caught up with Shen Chumo, his expression solemn, "The Special Investigations Department is currently leaderless and needs a strong person like you to take charge. On behalf of the organization, I formally invite you to serve as the new director of the Special Investigations Department."

The staff in the corridor stopped and held their breath, waiting for Shen Chumo's answer.

Shen Chumo didn't stop walking, nor did she turn her head: "Not interested."

Director Lu persisted: "As long as you're willing to join, you can allocate all the Special Investigations Department's resources, and all top-secret files will be open to you!"

"Resources?" Shen Chumo finally stopped, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "You can't even control your own people, what resources can you possibly give me?"

Director Lu was speechless.

"Besides—" Shen Chumo turned around, her eyes sharp as knives, "I hate being restrained. Those rules and regulations of the Special Investigations Department don't suit me."

Director Lu's forehead was beaded with cold sweat, but he still refused to give up: "Then...at least give me the title of advisor? In these extraordinary times, we need your help..."

Shen Chumo had already reached the elevator. Hearing this, she chuckled lightly: "You can contact me if you need anything, the price is separate."

The moment the elevator doors closed, Director Lu heard the last sentence: "Remember to have the checks ready."

The little dumpling chuckled in Shen Chumo's mind: "Master, this is blatant robbery!"

"This is clearly a reasonable charge."

Hospital VIP ward.

Lin Lin suddenly sat up in bed: "What? We were unconscious for three days?"

Lin Chuan, who was peeling an apple, suddenly jerked his hand, and the peel broke: "The doctor said it's a miracle we survived."

Qin Ze walked in, flexing his wrists. "If it weren't for the pills Chu Mo gave us, we'd still be in the ICU right now."

Zhou Ye adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a sharp light: "According to my calculations, that pill is worth at least one billion."

The ability to quickly restore those severely injured to health—who wouldn't be tempted by such a thing?

Lin Lin swallowed hard. The four of them used four doses of pills, which meant that forty billion was gone just like that?!

"You're awake?" Shen Chumo pushed open the door, carrying a plastic bag. "Perfect, let's have hot pot."

The four of them stared in disbelief as she pulled an induction cooker and hot pot base from the bag.

"Eating hot pot at the hospital?" Lin Lin swallowed hard.

Shen Chumo had already deftly plugged in the power: "What, don't you want to eat?"

The next second, the four heads shook like rattles.

"Want to eat!"

The induction cooker hummed, and the red oil broth bubbled in the pot, instantly filling the entire ward with the aroma of butter.

Shen Chumo picked up a piece of tripe and dipped it in the boiling soup.

"Chu Mo, has the matter of that Chenmen been resolved? Is there any danger left?" Qin Ze asked.

Shen Chumo dipped the cooked tripe in the oil sauce, the chili oil dripping down her chopsticks: "Don't worry, this matter has been resolved."

Lin Lin patted her chest, "That's good. To be honest, we were really worried sick when you fought with that monster-like man the other day."

Lin Lin and the others below witnessed the entire battle between Shen Chumo and "Lin Yuan" that day.

In the end, Lin Yuan completely transformed into a three-headed, six-armed monster, his body shrouded in black and red demonic energy, and every strike he made could cause the earth to tremble.

Lin Lin still feels lingering fear when she thinks about it now; she almost couldn't hold her chopsticks properly.

"That guy," Shen Chumo casually said as she ate the sliced ​​beef, "is just a puppet modified by demonic energy."

She picked up a slice of meat, dipped it in the garlic and oil sauce, and thought, "The one who truly controlled him is dead."

"By the way, Chu Mo." Zhou Ye suddenly pushed up his glasses, a glint of light flashing in the lenses. "Do you know the current situation of the Murong family?"

Shen Chumo paused slightly in her hand, which was holding a chopstick: "Oh?"

"They've suffered a severe blow and have officially declared bankruptcy." Qin Ze chimed in, adding a plate of sliced ​​beef to the pot. "I heard their direct descendants are almost entirely wiped out, with only a few distant branches barely clinging to life."

Lin Lin stuffed a piece of tripe into her mouth and mumbled, "Serves them right! Who told them to collude with that Xuanming and try to use a living person as a sacrifice?"

Shen Chumo slowly took a sip of her chilled beer, a cold glint in her eyes: "The accumulated virtue of the Murong family's ancestors has been squandered by this generation."

"That's right," Lin Chuan counted on his fingers, "their family's listed company stock plummeted, all assets were frozen, even their ancestral home was seized."

Shen Chumo understood. Now that the Murong family was bankrupt, Wang Zhou was dead, and Jiang Haihe was about to be imprisoned again, the Jiang family business had become someone else's company.

She has taken all her revenge, and now she will enjoy the holidays she was supposed to have.

Murong Su watched helplessly as the old mansion where he had lived since childhood was seized, and the anger in his chest almost made him unable to catch his breath.

He closed his eyes, thinking it would be better to let the people of the Angry Gate kill him.

The Murong family is gone. His son, Murong Jing, is dead, and his daughter, Murong Xue, has gone mad. He has only survived by the skin of his teeth, and his health has completely collapsed.

Murong Su stood hunched over in front of the gate of the Murong family's old mansion, watching as court staff heavily affixed the seal to the gate. The bright red seal, like a bloody wound, proclaimed the end of the Murong family's century-old legacy.

"Master..." The old butler, trembling, supported him, his voice choked with emotion, "Where...where are we going?"

Murong Su did not answer. His cloudy eyes were fixed on the gilded "Murong" characters on the gate, the family crest written by his father himself, now faded and peeling.

In the distance, several distant relatives were scrambling for the last remaining valuable items.

Murong Su's second cousin was holding an antique vase and tearing at his niece.

"Let go! I got it first!"

"Pah! Your family has long since separated from the main family, what right do you have to take their things!"

Murong Su's chest heaved violently, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The old butler, startled, steadied him: "Master! Master, don't frighten me!"

"Retribution...it's all retribution..." Murong Su laughed bitterly, thinking of the innocent people they had sacrificed to Xuanming, and the enemies they had caused to lose their families and lives.

In the hospital's psychiatric ward, Murong Xue huddled in a corner, repeatedly banging her head against the wall. The nurses had to put a protective helmet on her.

"Let me out! I'm the eldest daughter of the Murong family!" she screamed hysterically, "Shen Chumo! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to... ah!"

Suddenly, as if she had seen something terrifying, she shrank into a ball in fear: "Don't come any closer... don't come any closer... those ghosts, don't come any closer..."

At the end of the corridor, Murong Jing's body was being pushed into the morgue.

This once spirited young master Murong is now nothing but a cold corpse, with a large hole in his chest corroded by demonic energy.

Murong Su was placed in a simple nursing home. In the dead of night, he could always see many dark shadows floating outside the window—those were the people who had been killed by the Murong family.

"Get out! Get out of here!" He waved his withered arms, but he couldn't drive away the vengeful spirits.

A month later, news came from the nursing home: Murong Su had died in his sleep, and his death was extremely gruesome, as if he had been scared to death.

Murong Xue broke free from her restraints on a rainy night and jumped off the hospital rooftop.

With this, the direct bloodline of the Murong family was completely severed.

"Mo Mo, news from the Murong family." Tuanzi projected the news onto Shen Chumo's face.

Shen Chumo was drinking tea on the balcony when she heard this, and simply gave a faint "hmm".

"Don't you feel relieved?" Tuanzi asked curiously.

Shen Chumo gazed at the distant sunrise and murmured, "Cause and effect are cyclical; retribution is inevitable. Their fate was sealed the moment they chose to side with the demons."

She put down her teacup, turned, and went inside. Sunlight streamed behind her, forever casting those dark memories into shadow.

Shen Chumo bought a house, moved out of the Lin family's house, and went back to school.

She is now a senior in high school.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, dappling the campus path. Shen Chumo, carrying several textbooks, slowly walked towards the teaching building.

She was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, the hem of which was gently lifted by the breeze, outlining her slender waist.

Her waist-length hair was casually tied up, with a few stray strands falling on either side of her face, making her icy blue eyes appear even more cold and striking, as if they held two pools of ice that would never melt.

Students passing by stopped and stared at her, their eyes involuntarily drawn to her.

"Student Shen!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Shen Chumo paused slightly, turned around and saw Ji Linchuan in his school uniform walking quickly toward her.

"Officer Ji." Shen Chumo chuckled, "Congratulations on your promotion."

Ji Linchuan made a great contribution this time and was promoted two ranks. Shen Chumo thought he wouldn't come to school, but he didn't expect him to come back.

"Thanks to you, we were able to completely eliminate the remaining forces of the Angry Sect."

Although Bai Ziqing and the four hall masters are dead, Bai Ziqing's efforts over the past hundred years have not been in vain. He has cultivated many people who belong to him, but they do not work for him in public like the four hall masters.

Shen Chumo simply compiled a list of these people and had the special envoy gradually eliminate the members of the Chenmen.

The two walked side by side on campus, attracting the attention of many students.

One is a well-known goddess in school, and the other is a handsome and dashing student council president. This combination is simply too eye-catching.