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

At the same time, she moved her hands, and golden runes flew out from her fingertips, quickly arranging and combining in the air to form a huge demon-suppressing rune array.

The rune array shone brightly, radiating a powerful suppressive force. The demonic wolf was intimidated by this force, and its originally arrogant aura instantly weakened, emitting mournful howls.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ran Cang leaped into the air, his long sword gleaming with golden spiritual energy, and thrust it straight at the demon wolf's brow.

The demonic wolf vanished instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist. The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect also suffered a backlash from the power, spitting out blood and collapsing to the ground.

It was another clean and decisive victory. The audience was initially stunned, but then erupted in deafening cheers.

The other contestants looked at Ran Cang with a sense of helplessness, some shaking their heads with bitter smiles:

"How can we compete like this? Leave us a way out!"

Sui Si would occasionally come to watch the games. He wore a moon-white robe, his clothes fluttering, exuding an otherworldly air. He held a jade-bone fan and stood leisurely in the audience.

Whenever Ran Cang won, a hint of satisfaction would flash in his eyes.

However, there are some minor troubles amidst the comfort, namely, having to deal with the relentless, clingy servants who follow him around like glue.

Jun Sui, all smiles, followed Sui Si like a lackey, praising him repeatedly.

"Ah Si, your disciple is exceptionally talented! This magical duel was absolutely stunning, practically perfect!"

As he spoke, he gently nudged Sui Si with his arm.

Sui Si's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a polite smile, and he casually replied:

"Young people are just brave and daring, relying on their abundant spiritual power."

But in his heart he was thinking: What does this demon emperor want to do by following me around all day?

Jun Sui blinked his cunning eyes and continued, "In my opinion, judging from this trend, Ran Cang is almost certain to win first place in the competition."

Ah Si, don't forget your promise to come to the Demon Emperor's Palace with me.

Upon hearing this, Sui Si's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure and spoke in a calm tone:

"Of course we will not forget. As soon as the competition ends, we will proceed according to plan."

After saying that, he subtly turned to the side, creating some distance between himself and Jun Sui, and turned his gaze back to the arena.

The night was as dark as ink, and the starlight, like scattered diamonds, fell sporadically onto the eaves of the Jade Palace, reflecting a cool light.

Sui Si paused, his hand gripping the door knocker. The soft, rustling sound coming from inside the room sounded like the crisp sound of icicles hitting his palm.

He gently pushed open the palace door, and the warm yellow candlelight, carrying the scent of sandalwood, wafted towards him, but it couldn't dispel the chill emanating from the girl.

Ran Cang leaned against the carved window frame, the moonlight flowing down her long hair, spreading a silvery white across the hem of her clothes.

She held a translucent icicle in her hand, which reflected a faint, cold light under the candlelight, making her brows appear frosty.

The shadow cast by her eyelashes trembled gently under her eyes, as if hiding many secrets.

"The final is tomorrow, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Sui Si placed the warmed spirit tea on the table. The celadon cups clinked together, producing a crisp sound, and the aroma of bamboo mixed with the fragrance of tea rose gently.

He watched the girl's slender back as his gaze swept over the messy sword manual on the table.

"I noticed you were often distracted while practicing your moves today. Are you worried about your opponent?"

Ran Cang lowered her eyes and stirred the teacup, the ripples breaking up the osmanthus flowers floating on the surface of the tea, the petals swirling with the water.

"This disciple is not afraid of a contest."

Before she could finish speaking, a silvery-white shadow suddenly flashed past the window. She looked up abruptly, and the tea in her teacup spilled over the rim, leaving dark watermarks on her sleeve.

His gaze followed the fleeting figure until it disappeared behind the laurel branch. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Sui Si followed his gaze, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the cup, the residual warmth of the cup gradually being absorbed by her palm.

"Ayu? What's wrong?"

He lowered his voice, as if afraid of startling the girl's secret hidden in her heart.

The boy suddenly slammed the teacup down, splashing tea onto the table and leaving dark watermarks that meandered into twisted lines between the wood grain.

"Master, my fox... seems to be able to transform into human form."

The last note trembled uncontrollably, as if a secret hidden for many years had finally broken through the soil. Her eyes were slightly red, reflecting the candlelight.

"Transfiguration?"

Sui Si's teacup lightly tapped the table, making a soft, crisp sound, and the tea rippled slightly in the cup.

He looked up at the girl and saw that Ran Cang was clutching the hem of her clothes, her knuckles were white, and even the silver embroidery on her cuffs was trembling slightly.

Where did you learn that?

"It was the Right Protector of the Demon Clan who told me."

Ran Cang pursed her lips, a suspicious blush rising at the tips of her ears.

“I often met her at the martial arts arena. She taught me how to break the Blood Fiend Sect’s techniques, and I… I also taught her a few moves.”

At this point, her voice trailed off, “She would never lie to me about this; there’s no need.”

The candle flame suddenly flickered violently, and sparks from the exploding wick splashed onto the table before going out in an instant.

Looking at the anticipation and unease surging in Ran Cang's eyes, Sui Si vaguely recalled the scene of their first meeting—the little fox huddled in the cage, wearing a rusty iron chain around its neck, yet stubbornly placing its frozen paws on Ran Cang's palm, its eyes glistening with moisture as it looked at the girl.

"You want to form a bond with it."

"绥肆" is not an inquiry, but a statement.

He watched as the girl suddenly looked up, her eyes blazing with a fiery light, like a bonfire burning on a desolate snowfield.

"Of course!"

Ran Cang's voice rose unconsciously, "It always brings me spiritual herbs when I'm injured, and it waits for me at the cave entrance every time I go into seclusion... We can't live without each other!"

She clenched her fist, and tiny ice crystals seeped through her fingers.

"But I've heard that demons, after transforming into human form, must return to their race. I..."

Before she could finish speaking, her voice choked in her throat. She looked down at her clasped hands, not daring to look into her master's eyes.

Sui Si got up and walked to his side, raised his hand and ruffled the girl's long, dark hair, his palm touching the coolness left in her hair.

Ran Cang froze for a moment, then relaxed and leaned into his arms as she had when she was a child, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Silly boy."

Sui Si gazed at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window, his voice carrying the warmth of the night breeze, "Transformation is a matter of chance, forming a bond is a matter of affection."

He brushed his fingertips across the frost on the girl's shoulder, turning it into starlight.

"If it is willing to stay with you, I will seek the ancient covenant, even if the entire demon race opposes me..."

The last syllable of his voice suddenly turned cold, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, but it turned into a sigh when he touched the trembling body in his arms.

"Go ahead and do what you want. Your master will cover for you."

Ran Cang suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, with tiny drops of water still clinging to her eyelashes:

"Master...this disciple will definitely win first place in the competition!"

Sui Si chuckled and flicked his forehead, his fingertips brushing against the girl's flushed cheeks:

"Let's focus on tomorrow's competition first. As for that little fox..."

He looked out the window, where the moonlight fell on the highest branch of the osmanthus tree, where a fluffy white shadow was curled up. His ears twitched.

"It has waited for you for so long, it probably won't be annoyed if it waits another night."

He gently draped the cloak over the girl's shoulders, then led her to the bedside. "Go to sleep and get some rest. Tomorrow, your teacher will be watching you from below the stage."

The moon was high in the sky, and its silvery light shone through the carved window lattice onto the bamboo couch in the study. Sui Si leaned against the soft cushion, the "Ice Sword Technique" spread out on his lap long ago, having been tossed aside.

The candle on the desk burned to its middle, its wick occasionally bursting into tiny sparks, casting flickering light and shadow on the yellowed rice paper, weaving with the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window to create a hazy picture.

The white fox in his arms curled up into a snow-white ball of fur, its fluffy tail draped over his wrist like tassels. Its warm, moist breath brushed against his palm, carrying the tender tickling sensation unique to small animals.

"Ayu wants to form a pact with the red fox."

Sui Si's fingertips slowly traced the white fox's smooth back, his nails gently scraping the downy fur at its tailbone.

Upon feeling the familiar touch, the white fox's ears immediately perked up, like two moving snowflakes, trembling gently with the sound of the voice.

As the last word fell, the little guy, who had been lying lazily, suddenly sat up.