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

"Alright, stop bullying people."

The voice was so gentle, as if coaxing a child.

But to Jun Sui, these comforting words sounded like indulgence.

He proudly flicked his tail at the crowd, his whole body hanging around Sui Si's neck.

The pink paws clung tightly to the other's neck, like a spoiled child, its head occasionally rubbing against Sui Si's chin, asserting its ownership.

The battle was in full swing on the arena.

Ran Cang's ice sword clashed with Jun Li Que's blood-stained blade, unleashing a blinding light. Ice shards and blood mist intertwined in the air, forming eerie patterns.

But the eyes of the crowd below the stage couldn't help but dart towards Sui Si and the domineering white fox in his arms—after all, no one had ever seen one before.

The Qingyun Sect leader, who is usually aloof and detached, like snow on a high mountain, would allow a little fox to act so unruly, and his eyes would still be full of tenderness.

On the arena where spiritual energy intertwined, Ran Cang twirled her soft sword in a silver-white arc, the blade colliding with the jade flute that flew from Jun Li Que's sleeve, the resulting shockwave causing the robes of the disciples watching below to flutter loudly.

At first, Ran Cang did not notice anything unusual, taking it as just an ordinary sparring match.

She even took a moment to glance at the white fox in Sui Si's arms below the stage. Seeing that the fluffy little thing was dozing off, she thought of her own little red fox, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

However, as the battle continued, a burst of spiritual energy from Jun Li Que acted like a key, instantly unlocking a door deep within her memory.

The spiritual energy carried a familiar scent of sandalwood, just like the mysterious person who had rescued her from the clutches of a demonic beast on a snowy night many years ago.

Ran Cang's pupils contracted sharply as images of a sky full of blood mist, a shattered jade pendant, and a figure gradually blurring in the cold night flashed through his mind.

"It's really you!"

Ran Cang gritted her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms, her spiritual power surging wildly, and her blue skirt fluttering without wind.

"Why did you abandon me back then?! If you don't give me an explanation today, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and summoned her natal magic weapon. A crimson light shot straight into the sky, and the entire arena was instantly enveloped in dazzling light.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jun Lique held his jade flute horizontally in front of his chest, about to cast a defensive barrier, but it was too late.

Ran Cang's ultimate move, carrying boundless rage, crashed down, the powerful impact blasting him directly off the stage.

As the smoke cleared, Jun Lique knelt on the ground, looking disheveled, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion as he stared at Ran Cang.

"Ran Cang, I..."

Ran Cang walked quickly off the stage with a cold face.

As she passed her friend, she lowered her voice and said:

"Help me stop him."

Although her friends were full of doubts, they saw that her face was as pale as paper and her eyes were filled with an unprecedented ferocity, so they subconsciously surrounded her.

"Fellow Daoists, what is the meaning of this?"

Jun Li Que was surrounded in the center. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face still bearing a gentle smile, but a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"My sparring with Fellow Daoist Ran Cang was merely a friendly exchange; we had no ill intentions. Please do us a favor."

"convenient?"

Ran Cang's friend, Ali, stood with her hands on her hips and said aggressively.

"Cang'er was almost furious just now. You think there was no malice? We must give Cang'er an explanation today!"

Jun Li Que sighed helplessly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as he tried to meet Ran Cang's eyes:

"I really don't know where I offended Fellow Daoist Ran Cang. I hope you can tell me so that I can have a chance to make amends."

"Make amends? Do you think you can easily change what you did back then?"

Ran Cang suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as ice.

"Jun Li Que, I'd like to see how long you're going to keep up this act!"

After saying that, she turned and left, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

On the other side, Sui Si, carrying the white fox, passed by and saw this scene. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes:

"Interesting. It seems my little apprentice is hiding quite a few secrets."

He gently patted the white fox's head. "Come on, let's go check it out."

Back in the bedroom, Sui Si stared in shock at the empty room.

The wardrobe was wide open, and the items on the bed and table had vanished without a trace; even the vase in the corner was nowhere to be found.

He looked down at the white fox in his arms, his face full of confusion:

"Jun Li Que provoked her so badly? Wasn't she fine last night? She even said she would make me glutinous rice balls."

The white fox tilted its head, let out two soft "woof woof" sounds, and tugged at Sui Si's sleeve with its paws, seemingly expressing its own confusion.

Just then, Ran Cang rushed in, carrying a huge package that was clearly packed with magic.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, with stray hairs damp with sweat, and her face still bore the mark of lingering anger.

"Master, I have packed everything up with magic, there is absolutely nothing left."

"Let's go first, I'll tell you why on the way."

Sui Si looked at his little apprentice's anxious expression, filled with curiosity, but still nodded:

"Alright, but are you sure you don't want the pill reward? That's a Nine-Turn Golden Pill that only comes along once in a hundred years."

"No!" Ran Cang gritted her teeth and said, "Compared to this, I'd rather stay far away from that person!"

And so, the two humans and the fox hurriedly left, without even taking the first-place prize of the elixir.

Sui Si transmitted a message to Ji Huan:

"Ayu came here for fame. Although the first place reward is good, she can't use it, so she will give it to her junior brothers and sisters."

We have urgent business to attend to, so we'll be leaving now. Please don't disturb us.

Upon receiving the message, Ji Huan was both amused and exasperated, and complained to the air:

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, you're getting more and more reckless!"

How am I supposed to explain this to my senior brothers and sisters! I absolutely cannot let you all come to the next sect competition!

On the other side, Jun Lique, having finally escaped the crowd, returned to his room with a heart full of joy, ready to apologize to Ran Cang—he had specially asked someone to find her favorite glutinous rice balls.

However, he froze the moment he pushed open the door.

The room was empty, devoid of any familiar atmosphere; even the doodles she had casually drawn on the table were gone.

"..."

Jun Lique stood there, stunned, the smile on his face gradually fading, his heart filled with disbelief.

He staggered to the bedside and found a note under the pillow, the handwriting messy:

"If we ever meet again, I will make you pay for your crimes in blood!"

"Where did she go?! She abandoned me?! Honey, don't you want your little fox anymore?!"

He paced anxiously back and forth in the room, the glutinous rice balls in his hands scattered all over the floor, filled with remorse, yet he didn't know what he had done wrong.

Rain suddenly started falling outside the window. He gazed at the rain and murmured softly:

"I never imagined that what happened back then would hurt you so much... Wait for me, this time it's my turn to find you."

The Azure Phoenix Sword cleaved through the thick clouds, and a fierce gale, carrying icy fragments of cloud, swept across Ran Cang's face, leaving fine red marks on her pale skin.

She lowered her eyes to look at the mountains below that were gradually turning into ink dots, her palm unconsciously stroking the rope wrapped around the hilt of her sword—a moon-white silk ribbon embroidered with twin lotus flowers outlined in silver thread.

The stitches were as fine as the gentle touch Jun Lique used when bandaging her wounds.

At that moment, the coiled rope was incredibly hot, as if it would burn a hole in her hand.

Sui Si leaned against the hilt of his sword, the jade wine pot swaying gently with the movement of his sword.

The peach blossoms carved on the teapot fluttered down in the strong wind, and a few petals landed right on his long, silver hair.

He caught a glimpse of his apprentice's stiff, iron-like back, the vermilion birthmark between his brows trembling slightly as his expression furrowed:

"What's wrong? Are you sulking all by yourself?"

He flicked the wine pot with his finger, and a sweet fragrance of osmanthus immediately wafted from the spout.

"Tell me what's on your mind; it's better than keeping it bottled up inside and letting it fester."

Ran Cang's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and even the rope wrapped around the sword hilt was clenched into deep wrinkles.

She gazed at the churning fiery clouds in the distance, the vibrant crimson gradually transforming into grotesque scabs in the twilight:

"Master, do you still remember when you found me?"

Her voice sounded like it had been pulled from an ancient well frozen for a thousand years, carrying a chilling coldness.