Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Having obtained her master's permission, Ran Cang treasured the object with great care, holding it carefully in her hands before solemnly hanging it around her neck. She even tidied it up gently to show how much she cherished it.

Sui Si took in all of this, and his mind suddenly became crystal clear: the so-called cooperation was probably just a facade from the very beginning.

He felt a surge of displeasure, but his expression remained impassive as he spoke calmly:

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, we deeply appreciate your generous gift and kind invitation."

The thank-you gift has now been delivered, as you see…”

Although the second half of the sentence was not uttered, the intention to drive the guest away was already very clear.

Jun Sui, being extremely astute, instantly noticed Sui Si's change in mood. He was frantic, fearing things would go wrong, and hurriedly tried to salvage the situation:

"This gift now belongs to my friend Ran Cang, but in the name of the Demon Emperor, I humbly request to borrow this pendant."

To be honest, I want to use its unique spiritual power to track down the traitor who framed my trusted aide. I hope the Qingyun Sect Leader will grant my request and lend me a hand.

Upon hearing this, Sui Si almost lost his composure and rolled his eyes on the spot, inwardly cursing:

"This demon emperor is really good at scheming!"

Why wasn't this used before delivery?!

Even if I am Ran Cang's master, do I have to give my permission to borrow his things?!

To put it bluntly, he just wants to drag me and Ran Cang into it, using the banner of the Qingyun Sect to help him eliminate the traitor!

What do they take us, master and apprentice, for? Free thugs?!

Seeing that Sui Si remained unresponsive for a long time, his expression shifting uncertainly, Jun Sui grew increasingly uneasy and cautiously called out:

"The Qingyun Sect Leader? Sect Leader? Sui Si? A Si?"

While calling out, he racked his brains trying to figure out how to salvage the situation.

Just as he was at his wit's end, Sui Si suddenly spoke:

"can."

Jun Sui was stunned for a moment, and the basketful of flattering words he had prepared instantly stuck in his throat. He hurriedly changed his words:

"Then it's settled. Including Sect Leader Sui Si and young friend Ran Cang, we'll set off for the Demon Emperor's Palace as soon as the competition ends."

Having said that, fearing that Sui Si might change his mind, he didn't bother with pleasantries, hurriedly took his leave, and quickly departed.

Sui Si watched Jun Sui's departing figure, sighed helplessly, and pondered to himself:

This struggle with the Demon Emperor has only just begun, and who knows how many troubles it will bring next.

Jun Sui's figure disappeared outside the door, and the atmosphere inside the room instantly relaxed, leaving only Sui Si and Ran Cang, master and disciple.

Sui Si turned around to face Ran Cang, his expression quickly returning to its usual dignified yet gentle demeanor. His eyes held expectation as he spoke earnestly:

"Ayu, this competition is a great opportunity for you to showcase your skills and prove yourself. You must go all out and use every trick in the book to try and win first place."

Ran Cang was already particularly concerned about the competition, and upon hearing his master's earnest instructions, he immediately nodded earnestly, his eyes filled with determination and fighting spirit. He puffed out his chest slightly, about to open his mouth to express his resolve:

"Master, rest assured, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Sui Si's unexpected second half of the sentence.

Sui Si's lips curled up slightly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, before he abruptly changed the subject:

"As long as you win first place in the competition, your master will take you out to eat some melon seeds."

Upon hearing this, Ran Cang's expression quickly shifted from resolute to utter confusion.

Her mouth was slightly open, and she couldn't close it for a long time, unconsciously murmuring:

"Eating...eating melon seeds?! What does that mean?"

They looked as if they were listening to an alien language they had never encountered before.

His mind instantly went into a frenzy of guessing, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and confusion, just like a child eager to solve a puzzle.

"Could it be..."

Ran Cang's eyes darted around, then suddenly lit up as if he had discovered a new continent, and he became excited.

"Master must know that I am usually frugal and focused on cultivation, and don't have enough spirit stones to buy those expensive and delicious fruits to satisfy my cravings, so he wanted to use this as an excuse to treat me to fruits!"

Thinking of this, she frowned again and began a new round of analysis.

"No, Master must have had a deeper consideration in doing this!"

He must have been afraid that spoiling me too obviously would cause dissatisfaction among my fellow disciples or attract gossip, thus affecting my position in the sect.

That's why they came up with this plan—to make sure I win first place in the competition, so they can legitimately take me to eat melons!

Ran Cang felt his reasoning was flawless as he thought about it, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

His eyes, gazing in the direction Sui Si had left, were filled with gratitude and admiration, and he muttered to himself:

"That's right, that must be it!"

My master is so good to me! His strictness is always for my own good, and he still cares for me so much in private.

At this moment, if Sui Si could hear Ran Cang's wildly imaginative yet incredibly sincere inner monologue, he would definitely sigh deeply, then hurl a sarcastic remark:

"Little Ayu, what's going on in your little head?!"

That idea is too naive and too dangerous!

If someone schemes against you and sells you out, you'd probably be all smiles and happy, helping them count the money. In the end, you might even complain about the low price, feeling like you didn't do them a big favor and suffered a huge loss!

Unfortunately, Sui Si had already turned and left, his footsteps fading into the distance, completely unaware of the grand drama of "deep affection between master and disciple" that Ran Cang had orchestrated in his mind.

Ran Cang watched Sui Si's departing figure, clenching his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white from the force.

She encouraged herself silently, her voice low but full of strength:

"I am determined to win first place in the competition!"

For the sake of his master's treat of fruit, and even more so to live up to his kindness, and to prove that all his hard work and perseverance hadn't been in vain!

After saying that, she took a deep breath to calm her excitement, then turned and walked firmly toward the practice room.

Throughout the journey, various spells and combat strategies kept flashing through her mind.

His heart was filled with anticipation for the upcoming competition and longing for the mysterious "melon-eating" reward. He could almost see himself standing on the podium of the competition, enjoying a feast of melons and fruits with his master.

Since then, Ran Cang has been fighting solely for his master's promise: "If I win first place in the competition, I'll take you out to eat melons."

This promise became the most ardent flame in her heart, burning fiercely and spurring her on.

In every match, a quick victory became her only principle.

The preliminary rounds have begun, and Ran Cang's opponent is a prized disciple of the Flying Cloud Sect.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, his spiritual energy surged, instantly forming a defensive barrier around him composed of gusts of wind. The howling wind seemed to proclaim that he was not to be underestimated.

Ran Cang's expression was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as a hawk, as he rapidly chanted obscure incantations.

She swiftly formed hand seals in front of her chest, and a deep blue icy energy rapidly gathered in her palms.

In the blink of an eye, several sharp, blade-like ice spikes shot out like arrows released from a bow, carrying a bone-chilling cold as they pierced straight into the opponent's wind barrier.

The ice spikes collided violently with the gale, emitting a sharp whistling sound. In the blink of an eye, the wind barrier was riddled with holes and completely collapsed.

Before the Flying Cloud Sect disciple could react further, he was struck by the residual force of the ice spikes, falling to the ground in a sorry state, unable to fight any longer.

The fight lasted only a few seconds from start to finish, causing an uproar in the audience.

The other contestants, who had been confidently exchanging tactics, were now staring wide-eyed in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief and a sense of "I knew it."

During the semi-finals, his opponent was a fierce general from the Blood Fiend Sect, tall and strong, like a small mountain.

He roared, his blood energy surging, and he summoned a ferocious demonic wolf formed from the power of blood and evil.

The demonic wolf bared its fangs and claws, its blood-red eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, spewing billowing blood mist from its mouth, sending chills down one's spine.

Ran Cang showed no fear. She lightly touched the arena with her toes, and her whole body moved through the blood mist like a nimble light.