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

She gripped the sword at her waist, its blade reflecting her resolute face.

Even if her enemy is the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, the most powerful being in the world, she will not back down even a step.

Because what she wanted to protect was the most important person in the world.

A brief silence fell over the room, with only the copper bells on the eaves swaying gently in the wind.

Jun Sui sat quietly to the side, his fingers unconsciously stroking the jade pendant at his waist.

As the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, he had witnessed too much betrayal and scheming, but he had never seen such pure emotion.

At this moment, he finally understood why Sui Si valued this disciple so much.

Ran Cang took a deep breath, his chest rising and then slowly deflating, as if he wanted to expel the surging emotions he had just poured out back into his stomach.

She stretched her arms backward with force, and her spine emitted a series of fine, cracking sounds, as if even the tension she had just felt was breaking.

A carefree smile suddenly bloomed on that tear-streaked face, her eyes still red, yet she deliberately patted her chest as if she were still shaken:

"Last night was terrifying! My heart is still pounding."

She bent down and picked up the sword at her feet, the tassel rustling softly as it swept across the bluestone slab.

"I need to catch up on my sleep. See you later, Master!"

As he spoke, Chao Junsui winked, and as he turned around, a gust of wind rose from his robes, causing the cold teacup on the table to shake slightly.

The figure walked further and further away, finally disappearing outside the carved door, as if the person who had just confessed his feelings and said he would protect him with his life was nothing but an illusion.

The room suddenly fell into a deathly silence, with only the copper bells on the eaves still tinkling in the wind.

Sui Si stared at the spot where Ran Cang had just sat, where a faint medicinal fragrance still lingered—the scent of the wound medicine he had used to treat her wounds last night.

Memories flooded back, and he seemed to see again the girl who always tugged at his clothes, who was afraid of the dark but insisted on following him on night patrols, nodding her head in sleepiness but stubbornly saying, "This disciple is not tired."

Seeing her trembling fingertips when she first grasped the sword hilt, yet now she can fight a group of demons alone in the Demon Cave;

He saw her pale face every time she was seriously injured and unconscious, yet she would always give him a bright smile after waking up.

There is an even deeper and more distant past.

“Ayu is still Ayu after all; her heart has never changed.”

Sui Si's voice seemed to drift from a great distance, so hoarse that even he himself felt unfamiliar with it.

The voice held the joy of twenty years of living together day and night, as well as the helplessness at the interference of fate. The fingertips unconsciously caressed the cracks in the teacup.

Jun Sui gazed quietly at Sui Si's stunned profile, his usually cold and indifferent eyes now filled with tenderness and affection.

He tiptoed around the table, as if afraid of disturbing the fragile tranquility.

The moment he wrapped his arms around Sui Si from behind, he felt the person in his arms stiffen slightly, then gradually relax.

His chin brushed against the man's head, lifting a few strands of hair, and he deliberately made his voice lazy:

"It is truly a case of 'a teacher for a day is a father for life.' Ah Si is indeed a very responsible father."

Sui Si's lips twitched violently upon hearing this. He was about to retort, but he was choked by the logic in Jun Sui's words.

Yes, all those years he watched Ran Cang grow from taking her first steps to soaring through the sky on a sword, shielded her from heavenly tribulations, and took the backlash for her. Didn't he raise her like a child?

But fate had other plans to distort this pure bond between master and disciple!

Isn't that ridiculous?!

Thinking of this, Sui Si suddenly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, and the mockery in his heart almost soared to the sky:

"You defy the Heavenly Dao! You dare to try and force me and Ayu..."

He suddenly stood up, the corner of his robe sweeping over the teacup on the table, the sound of the porcelain shards shattering crisp and jarring.

"When they saw that we were unwilling, they controlled us to make those strange movements and say those inexplicable things,"

Before he could finish speaking, the anger in his chest burned even brighter, and even the roots of his ears turned an unnatural red.

Jun quickly pulled the man back into his arms and gently patted his back to help him catch his breath.

"Calm down, calm down."

She brushed her nose against the cedar scent in Sui Si's hair, teasing him intentionally:

“When our Ah Si gets angry, he looks more like a cat with its fur standing on end than that little apprentice.”

Sui Si let Jun Sui comfort her with a smile, her back pressed against his warm chest, listening to the teasing in her ear, her tense back gradually relaxed.

Seeing that he was no longer as prickly as before, Jun Sui gently hooked a strand of Sui Si's hair that had fallen down his back, twirling it into a loose knot at the tip of his finger, his tone carrying three parts teasing and seven parts concern:

"What? Still thinking about some matter concerning the Heavenly Dao? It's not worth getting sick from getting angry."

"Look at that! His eyebrows are so furrowed they could trap a mosquito."

As she spoke, she gently reached her other hand to Sui Si's brow, as if to smooth out the wrinkles for him.

Jun Sui doesn't know exactly what Sui Si refers to, but... siding with A Si is definitely the right thing to do!

"Hmph, this score will be settled sooner or later."

Sui Si turned his head away, but couldn't avoid Jun Sui's light kiss on the top of his head.

The touch, still warm from his body, sent a shiver down his spine. The anger surging in his chest subsided considerably, but the remaining embers burned even brighter in his imagination.

He reached out and grasped Jun Sui's hand that was wrapped around his waist, his fingertips gently stroking the calluses on the other's palm—rough yet reassuring.

"Once I've used up all my power over Heaven, I'll make it know that not everyone can be manipulated at will."

As he finished speaking, his voice unconsciously grew louder, as if he could already see the Heavenly Dao crumbling before them.

"When the time comes, I will let Heaven see that we will not follow its will."

Even if it is the supreme being in this world, so what? I will defy the heavens!

Jun chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down Sui Si's spine.

He turned Sui Si around, gently cupped the other's face in his hands, and carefully wiped Sui Si's reddened eyes with his thumbs as if polishing a precious gem:

"Okay, okay, I'll be with you then. But before that..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his nose almost touching Suisi's, a cunning glint in his eyes.

"Shouldn't we reward myself for helping you solve your problems?"

My skill at coaxing people is far more effective than your "Heart-Cleansing Mantra," isn't it?

As she spoke, she sighed pitifully, "You have no idea how upset I was just now, seeing you so angry made me feel like I was being scratched by a cat."

Sui Si looked at the person in front of him, feigning grievance, and slapped away those hands in an annoyance:

"He will be talkative."

But the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably, and the gloom in his eyes was completely dispelled.

He leaned on Jun Sui's shoulder, imagining the way of Heaven being thwarted, and a feeling of exhilaration spread through his heart like a rising tide.

Those absurd scenes manipulated by the Heavenly Dao—the humiliating moments of being forced to face the Azure Blade and the Jun Sui Blade—now transformed into the exhilarating joy of revenge, boiling within his blood.

"Once we have destroyed the Heavenly Dao, I will hold a three-day, three-night banquet at the Qingyun Sect."

Sui Si suddenly spoke, his eyes gleaming brightly.

"Let everyone know that even the Way of Heaven is not invincible."

I want my disciples to understand that their destiny is in their own hands, not controlled by some vague and illusory Heavenly Dao!

He paused, then added a sentence, his tone tinged with affection.

“At that time, Ayu will definitely be even happier than I am.”

Perhaps she'll even lead all the disciples of the sect in a sword dance to entertain the guests at the banquet.

Imagine Ran Cang cheering and jumping for joy after hearing the news, perhaps even patting his chest and saying, "I knew Master was the best!"

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, completely relaxing, even the corners of his eyes and brows showing a hint of joy.

"That girl will probably be so happy that she'll steal all the fine wine from the library."

Jun Sui looked at the smile in Sui Si's eyes and brows, and let out a satisfied sigh.

He lowered his head slightly, his nose gently brushing against Sui Si's reddened earlobe. His warm breath, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus wine, sent shivers down the other's sensitive skin.

"Ah Si, your smile surpasses countless others in the world."

The last syllable of the note carried a faint tremor, like petals scattered by the wind.