The Host in Quick Transmigration Always Wants to Break Her Character

At midnight, Lin Jingyi slipped in while Mo Wuji and Nie Shuangshuang were resting.

At this moment, Mo Wuji and Nie Shuangshuang were lying on the bed, embracing each other.

Lin Jingyi used the Heaven-Spitting Palm technique to try to extract the energy that Mo Wuji had absorbed from her, but Mo Wuji's expression remained unchanged.

Unsure if she had succeeded, she could only check with her divine sense, and saw that Mo Wuji's dantian and meridians no longer contained those chaotic energies.

Lin Jingyi was overjoyed; he had succeeded.

Lin Jingyi used the Cosmic Technique to absorb energy into his left palm, then used the Heaven-Spitting Palm technique to try to input the energy into Mo Wuji's body. Lin Jingyi had just inputted the energy and hadn't had time to check the changes when he saw Mo Wuji suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and begin to wake up.

Lin Jingyi quickly dodged and hid, using his divine sense to observe Mo Wuji's situation.

Mo Wuji was awakened by pain. His dantian and meridians felt like they were being torn apart. He was familiar with this kind of pain. He had been trying to control those energies with his internal force recently, but he couldn't find a way to do it.

The only option is to slowly wear it down, using internal force to seal that energy within the dantian.

But now, in the middle of the night, this energy has broken through the seal, and compared to a few days ago, this energy has become stronger!

Mo Wuji was very worried at this moment. Was it possible that even internal energy could not seal these domineering energies?

While Mo Wuji was trying to seal those energies again, Nie Shuangshuang was also awakened by Mo Wuji.

Nie Shuangshuang sat up, her shoulders half-exposed, and looked at Mo Wuji with a worried expression.

"Brother Wuji, are you alright?" Nie Shuangshuang's voice was a little hoarse at the moment, and her tone was full of concern for Mo Wuji.

After resealing the energy, Mo Wuji wiped away the blood, took Nie Shuangshuang's hand, and softly said to her:

"I'm fine. I just tried again, but it still didn't work."

Mo Wuji did not intend to tell Nie Shuangshuang the truth, fearing that she would be saddened by his actions.

After Mo Wuji was rescued and brought back to the Underworld Sect, it was discovered that he was unable to use his internal energy. He tried many times to expel the energy but to no avail, and could only seal it within his body.

However, his internal energy was also greatly depleted.

Now, these energies are showing an increasing trend, which is making Mo Wuji increasingly anxious.

“Brother Wuji, if I could, I would wish you were just an ordinary person, so you wouldn’t have to worry about martial arts.”

Nie Shuangshuang looked sorrowful; she had only wanted to live an ordinary and peaceful life.

If it weren't for Yan Zhao, her Wuji brother wouldn't be in so much pain!

Mo Wuji held Nie Shuangshuang's hand tightly, helped her lie in his arms, and chuckled, "Silly girl, how can I protect you without my powers? And how can I take revenge?"

Mo Wuji didn't say the last sentence. If he did, Shuangshuang would definitely run away like last time. He no longer had the energy to look for her.

"No matter what Brother Wuji is like, Shuangshuang loves Brother Wuji, and I can protect you too." Nie Shuangshuang buried her face in Mo Wuji's arms and said in a muffled voice.

Mo Wuji felt a warmth in his heart at this moment. His girl hadn't ignored him because of the grudges from the previous generation; she still cared about him.

Lin Jingyi watched with his divine sense and saw that the two men's clothes were starting to come off again. Lin Jingyi stepped forward and knocked each of them unconscious with a palm strike.

The two were deeply in love when they were suddenly attacked. Before they could even see who it was, they both fainted.

Seeing that the two had fainted, Lin Jingyi covered them with blankets again, opened the box containing the Devouring Heaven Palm technique, and took out the manual.

After absorbing the chaotic energy from Mo Wuji's body and checking that there were no remnants, he left with the cultivation technique.

She couldn't stay here any longer, so she decided to give the technique to Chen Yuan and let the two of them wear each other down for a while.

Moreover, wouldn't it be even more painful to give Mo Wuji hope first and then disappoint him in the end?

Under the cover of night, Lin Jingyi flew around the territory of the Underworld Sect without being noticed.

She used her divine sense to locate Chen Yuan's residence, where he was still engaging in sexual activity with a woman.

Lin Jingyi: ...Is there nothing else the Underworld Cult does besides that kind of thing?

Lin Jingyi knocked the two unconscious, quickly threw the martial arts manual onto Chen Yuan's bed, and then went down the mountain that very night.

She wanted to go back and spend the New Year with her parents, and there were still ten days until the New Year.

She arrived at a leisurely pace, taking only half a month. If she were to return, it would probably take her about ten days.

Lin Jingyi thought it would be easier to ride a horse back, so he headed towards Hu Ting Inn. Using light footwork and spiritual power the whole way back would be too tiring.

Lin Jingyi originally didn't want to disturb anyone; she just wanted to take her horse away. But when she arrived at the stables of Hu Ting Inn, she found that her horse was gone.

Lin Jingyi didn't care about anything else and went straight to Hu Ting's room, where Hu Ting was still sleeping.

With a "whoosh," Lin Jingyi drew his sword and pointed it at Hu Ting's neck.

Hu Ting suddenly opened his eyes, remembering that he had been cut by a sword.

"hiss……"

Hu Ting gasped for breath and quickly lay back down.

By the moonlight, I turned my head and saw Lin Jingyi's black figure, but I couldn't see his face clearly.

"Who are you?" Hu Ting asked Lin Jingyi with difficulty, enduring the pain.

Lin Jingyi twirled the sword in his hand, and said in a rough voice to Hu Ting, "It's only been a few hours, Brother Hu, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

"Brother Zhao, what is the meaning of this?" Hu Ting recognized the person as Lin Jingyi, but he did not understand why he was treating him this way.

"Where is my horse?" Lin Jingyi asked casually.

Hu Ting's eyes darted around, and he said in a trembling voice, "Your...your horse...this afternoon, while feeding it hay, it accidentally broke free of its reins and ran away."

The fact that Zhao Yan dared to hold a sword to his neck meant that he no longer wanted to be a member of the Underworld Cult and could only deal with him cautiously.

"Oh? Elder Hu, do you still remember your promise from earlier today?" Lin Jingyi's tone was indifferent, but his sword moved half a step closer to Hu Ting.

"Brother Zhao, don't get agitated. Look, how about I compensate you?" Hu Ting pushed Lin Jingyi's sword, but found it wouldn't budge, so he spoke in a conciliatory tone.

"Hu Ting, do you think I'd believe such a clumsy excuse?" Lin Jingyi said slowly, then began to turn the hilt of his sword and thrust it at Hu Ting.

Hu Ting was also making preparations in secret, drawing a dagger from under his pillow to block Lin Jingyi's sword.

Hu Ting got up quickly, but not as quickly as Lin Jingyi.

Lin Jingyi's sword was knocked back by Hu Ting, and due to inertia, it pierced Hu Ting's stomach.

"Ah, you despicable person!" Hu Ting cried out in pain, angrily grabbing a dagger and stabbing it at Lin Jingyi.

Lin Jingyi was prepared. Seeing that Hu Ting was injured but still wanted to kill her, she thought he was simply overestimating himself.

"Zhao Yan, are you really going to kill your benefactor for a horse?"

Seeing that he couldn't beat Lin Jing, Hu Ting started to play the emotional card.

"Benefactor? If I remember correctly, the members of the Demonic Sect have committed numerous evils, and as an elder, you must have had a lot of blood on your hands, right?"

Lin Jingyi said with a disdainful look.

"Ha, in the martial arts world, martial prowess reigns supreme. Those people are nothing but defeated opponents."

"Does the defeated opponents you mentioned also include those who are powerless to even kill a chicken?" Lin Jingyi asked back, using his divine sense to see the guilty look flash across Hu Ting's face.

Lin Jingyi felt a chill run down his spine. This kind of person really didn't deserve to live: "Since you value martial arts above all else, then it's only right that you can't beat me and die by my sword."