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

Her voice gradually became ethereal, as if she had returned to a bloody battlefield.

Sui Si's thoughts were pulled back to that blood-red dusk three years ago by her words.

When he found Ran Cang deep inside the Demon Cave, the girl was covered in blood and curled up in a patch of scorched earth.

What she was clutching tightly in her arms was nothing more than a wooden plaque soaked in demon blood—a birthday gift he had painstakingly carved with talismans over three days and three nights for her.

The two characters "平安" (peace and safety) on the wooden plaque were already blurred, but they still stubbornly guarded their owner's last chance at life.

At this moment, the morning light, like a sharp knife, made the dark circles under Ran Cang's eyes even more obvious.

Sui Si noticed a few new strands of silver hair in her hair, marks left from the last great battle.

The little girl who used to always chase after him for candy has, without anyone noticing, developed such weathered marks from the passage of time.

Ran Cang suddenly chuckled softly, a hint of self-mockery in his laughter:

"I have always believed in the principle that we should enjoy life while we can, because you never know when you might be gone."

Her fingers gripped the rim of the bowl tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"So why should I dwell on past grievances?"

These words were spoken lightly, yet they sounded like a way of convincing oneself.

Sui Si looked at his apprentice before him, a pang of sorrow rising in his heart. "But your actions tell me,"

His voice was deep and resonant, like a still pool: "You haven't learned to enjoy life to the fullest; instead, you've become more and more concerned about other things."

You're completely trapped in it, unable to escape.

Ran Cang tightened his grip on the porcelain bowl slightly, the intertwined floral pattern on the rim digging painfully into his palm.

She recalled how she had stayed up until dawn the night before in the library, searching for a book to counteract the demonic poison.

I recall last month in a border town, when I risked my life to save a child from a monster attack.

These images flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. She suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh that seemed to come from deep within her chest, carrying a hint of relief and a touch of helplessness.

"Humans are like this, and so are demons."

She got up and walked to the window, pushed open the carved window frame, and the mountain wind, carrying the morning mist, rushed in and fluttered the hem of her plain white dress.

The distant mountains are partially obscured by clouds and mist, resembling a traditional Chinese ink painting.

"The world is constantly changing,"

She gazed at the rolling mountains, her eyes gradually becoming distant, "Almost no one can achieve true purity."

She reached out and caught a falling, withered leaf. The veins of the leaf were clearly visible in the sunlight, like lines etched by time.

"When I was a child, I thought that as long as I had a sword, I could cut off all the injustices in the world."

Her voice was soft, yet every word was clear: "But as I've gained more experience, I've come to understand that there are many things in this world sharper than swords—responsibility, attachment, emotion..."

Sui Si watched his apprentice's retreating figure in silence, his memory suddenly returning to many years ago.

Back then, Ran Cang was a stubborn little girl who always loved to secretly hide his sword manual, but when she was discovered, she stubbornly refused to admit her mistake.

Now, that little girl has long since shed her childishness and grown into a sword cultivator capable of standing on her own, but unknowingly, she has also shouldered too much.

"The longer you live, the more you want."

Ran Cang turned around, her eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. "I want to protect the peace of the Qingyun Sect, I want to protect the people below the mountain, I want to..."

Her voice suddenly paused, and her gaze fell on Sui Si, "I wish Master peace and happiness."

She gently placed the withered leaves on the table, and the new leaves of the orchid just brushed against the edges of the leaves.

"I'm deeply involved, and I'm willing to be."

A gentle smile appeared on her lips, a smile like the warm sun in winter, dispelling the gloom in the room.

Sui Si looked at his apprentice, a complex emotion rising in his heart.

He recalled how, over the years, Ran Cang had spent countless nights soaking in the icy pool in order to cultivate;

To complete the mission, they fought countless bloody battles against monsters.

She could have chosen an easier path, but she insisted on shouldering these responsibilities.

“You’ve thought a lot these days, and you’ve matured a lot.” Sui Si’s voice softened unconsciously, as if afraid of shattering this rare peace.

Looking at the silver strands in his graying hair, he suddenly realized that, in places he couldn't see, his little apprentice, who had once needed his protection, had long since grown into a towering tree.

The roots of the cocklebur turned red, revealing a rare hint of embarrassment.

She lowered her head and twisted the hem of her dress, just like the shy look she had when she was praised years ago:

"I just... after experiencing so much, I suddenly understood some things."

She looked up, her eyes sparkling. "Actually, the so-called 'live for the moment' is not about indulging yourself, but about cherishing the present and protecting everything you care about."

The tips of Ran Cang's ears turned a light red, like maple leaves soaked in the morning mist.

"I figured it out when I woke up."

Her voice was as soft as the morning mist drifting through the windowpane, "After falling into a deep sleep yesterday, I had many dreams..."

Memories flooded her eyes like a tide.

She saw that when she was five years old, she broke the glass lamp in the library because she was playing. Her master repaired it overnight and covered up her mistake.

At the age of twelve, she accidentally entered a demon's cave while training down the mountain. It was her master's talisman that burst out with golden light at the critical moment, blocking a fatal blow for her.

And every time she returned from serious injury, she could always feel that familiar presence while unconscious, and see her master guarding her bedside, preparing medicine and changing dressings for her, staying up all night.

"When I woke up, I suddenly realized that I could lose anything in my life, but I could never lose my master."

She raised her head and looked firmly at Sui Si.

The morning light gilded her eyelashes, while her eyes glistened with a layer of crystalline moisture.

She took a deep breath and continued:

"Sui Si is the sect leader of Qingyun Sect, a sect leader revered by thousands of disciples; Jun Sui is the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, a king who rules over thousands of demons."

Her gaze shifted between the two men. "They both have their own responsibilities and missions, and they both have people to protect."

As for me, Ran Cang, although I also bear the titles of Qingyun Sect's eldest disciple and the sect leader's personal disciple, in the end, it all boils down to just one sentence—"

"Ran Cang is Sui Si's apprentice."

He spoke these words extremely slowly, each word seeming to be drawn from the depths of his chest.

Her voice trembled slightly, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"My cultivation, my swordsmanship, everything about me, was taught to me by my master."

Her fingers gently traced the sword at her waist; the red rope on the tassel had faded, yet it remained firmly tied to the hilt.

"Over the years, I have traveled outside, seen bustling capitals, beautiful scenery, and met many outstanding people."

But whenever the night is still and quiet, I always think of the days in the sect, and the scenes of my master teaching me swordsmanship.

At this point, her eyes welled up with tears:

"People came and went around me, and in the end, only my master remained."

But I don't care, because with my master here, I have a home.

Her voice suddenly turned serious, “I respect my master who raised me, but that must not include—the feeling of pointing fingers at my master.”

She stood up straight, her eyes shining with an astonishing brightness:

“Master has his own judgment and choices, and I, as his disciple, have no right to interfere.”

To put it bluntly: when my master is with his lover, I will respect the one he loves.

When Master has a falling out with someone, I will strike back hard against the person he hates.

Regardless of right or wrong, I will always stand by my master's side.

She laughed self-deprecatingly, her laughter carrying a hint of madness and a touch of relief.

"Perhaps in other people's eyes, what I'm doing is foolish, but I don't care."

Because for me, my master is everything.

Ran Cang is an absolute madman.

Sui Si looked at his apprentice in front of him, his throat tightening.

"You've grown up."

Sui Si's voice was a little hoarse, carrying both relief and a hint of barely perceptible melancholy.

Ran Cang looked directly into her master's eyes, the morning light dancing in them:

"That girl who accomplished nothing now has the ability to protect people."