Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

The sound of firewood popping and sparking pulled Mo Xing back to reality from his daze. He felt a burning sensation on his back and couldn't help but struggle to sit up.

The movement startled Chu Yun, who let out a faint whimper, which, like a spell, pinned Mo Xing to the spot.

Mo Xing glanced to the side and saw that Chu Yun's brows were slightly furrowed, but she had not actually woken up. For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He moved more carefully, gently brushing away Chu Yun's hand from his neck. He braced himself on the ground with his left hand, exerting his strength as he was about to sit up when a voice suddenly came from above, "You're awake."

It was Chu Yun's voice.

Mo Xing's body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly reacted, straightened up, and left Chu Yun with a stiff back view.

Chu Yun's voice rang out behind him again, "How are you feeling?"

Mo Xing didn't turn around, and replied, "It's alright."

After saying that, he moved forward a little, as if Chu Yun were some kind of monster, unwilling to get any closer to her.

Chu Yun raised an eyebrow slightly, "Are you planning to keep talking to me like this?"

Mo Xing remained silent for a moment, then slowly turned around and leaned against the rock wall like Chu Yun. This time, he didn't turn his back to Chu Yun, but turned his face to her side. His face was expressionless, as if covered by a layer of mist, and his gaze fell on the burning firewood not far away.

His demeanor clearly indicated he didn't want to say much, but Chu Yun had many questions for him.

"Why did you help me?" Chu Yun looked straight at Mo Xing, her tone full of doubt. "Qingshan Temple never interferes in the disputes between martial arts sects. Why did you make an exception?"

Mo Xing's gaze remained fixed on the fire as he spoke calmly, "I promised Mr. Gu that I would deliver you safely to Seoul."

"Is that all?" Chu Yun pressed.

"Cause and effect are cyclical, and good and evil are rewarded accordingly. Gu Benefactor saved my master back then, which was the cause, and I did my best to fulfill my promise to him, which is the effect," Mo Xing said.

"But when I took your pulse just now, I found that your pulse was weak and feeble, and you were suffering from a cold. You should not use your internal energy recklessly. I imagine that the battle with Gu Yunzhu must have taken a heavy toll on you. Just to fulfill a promise, you are willing to risk your life?" Chu Yun asked in confusion.

At this point, Mo Xingfang turned his head and looked directly at Chu Yun, "It's just a broken life. If she can repay her karmic debts, her death is nothing to regret."

His tone was extremely soft and indifferent, as if whether he lived or died was of no importance to him.

Chu Yun frowned, surprised and puzzled: "Qingshan Temple is a sacred Buddhist site. How could you learn to treat life so lightly there? Whether it's your own or someone else's."

"It is fate," Mo Xing said calmly.

"Destiny? You keep talking about destiny, but what in this world is predetermined? Man can always overcome fate," Chu Yun retorted.

Mo Xing smiled slightly, a smile that seemed both mocking and helpless. "What is destined cannot be changed by anyone."

"Nonsense. If you haven't even tried it, what makes you think it can't be changed?" Chu Yun said coldly.

"How do you know, young lady, that I haven't tried it?" Mo Xing suppressed his smile, his face expressionless. His eyes, dark and deep, were like an abyss, making it hard to breathe.

Before Chu Yun could even begin to probe the emotions within, Mo Xing closed his eyes, leaning against the rock wall. The firelight reflected on his face, which, though expressionless, inexplicably evoked a sense of sorrow.

"Really? I've tried it too. My life was snatched from God's hands."

In the darkness, the woman's voice, half mocking and half contemptuous, reached Mo Xing's ears. Feeling the woman's gaze, he remained unmoved, but the hand hidden in his sleeve tightened again and again until the gaze that had been focused on him moved away, and only then did Mo Xing open his eyes again.

In his line of sight, Chu Yun had already closed her eyes and was leaning against the wall like him. She seemed to be angry with Mo Xing and did not intend to speak anymore.

Mo Xing closed his eyelids again. The narrow cave was completely silent, except for the warmth provided by the burning fire and the faint sound of wind coming from the cave entrance.

*

Mo Xing sat cross-legged in meditation, but the waves of coldness surging through his body shattered the calm on his face. The excruciating pain from his internal organs caused the veins on his hands to bulge, and his blood vessels were almost frozen by the deepening cold. His muscles spasmed, but he forced himself not to let out a painful howl.

His brow and face were quickly covered with ice crystals, making him look as if he were made of ice and snow, exuding a chilling aura.

It hurts so much, even more than when it used to hurt. Mo Xing hasn't felt this near-death sensation in a long time.

The pain almost eroded his consciousness, but he still managed to force a smile through his pain.

He has survived to this day, which is a testament to his courage and determination; he has no regrets.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Chu Yun and felt a pang of regret that he hadn't witnessed the outcome of her struggle against fate. With that thought in mind, Mo Xing let himself be swallowed by the endless darkness.

He stopped trying to resist the cold with his inner strength and let himself fall heavily to the ground. But what he didn't expect was that what greeted him was not the cold and hard ground, but an extremely soft surface.

Mo Xing opened his eyes halfway and found that Chu Yun had supported him. She frowned slightly, her eyes filled with concern—concern for him.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xing asked, his voice filled with barely concealed anxiety.

He opened his mouth, somewhat stunned. This was the first time someone had been by his side during a cold attack.

A trembling voice escaped from his throat, "It's...okay."

With a face covered in frost, veins bulging on her neck and the backs of her hands, and a body chillingly cold, Chu Yun must be out of her mind to believe Mo Xing's words.

"Never mind, don't say anything." She checked Mo Xing's pulse, her delicate brows furrowing, then straightened Mo Xing and channeled her inner energy into him from behind.

"Distract your internal energy and use your internal force to expel the cold energy from your body," Chu Yun instructed.

With a continuous flow of internal energy flowing into his body, Mo Xing finally regained some strength and, as Chu Yun had instructed, began to mobilize his internal energy to resist the cold.

Internal force alone was not enough to resist; the icy expression on Mo Xing's face receded and then returned, in an endless cycle.

If this continues, even if Chu Yun and Mo Xing exhaust all their internal energy, they may not be able to suppress the cold air.

Chu Yun's expression turned grim. "Mobilize your internal energy and protect your heart meridian."

After saying that, she released her grip and took out a non-poisonous silver needle from her waist.

Mo Xing can only follow orders.

"excuse me."

In a daze, Mo Xing heard Chu Yun say such a sentence, and then he felt a pair of hands untying his cassock.

His fair and slender hands, like nimble snakes, slowly tore open his clothes. Mo Xing stared wide-eyed in horror; this scene terrified him even more than when his cold illness flared up.

The boy's body was beautiful, with firm muscles and graceful lines, making him very attractive. However, Chu Yun didn't have time to appreciate it. She only glanced at him briefly before delivering a series of needles to Mo Xing's back.

A dense, stinging pain shot through his back, and Mo Xing couldn't help but cough up blood.

After vomiting blood, the stinging pain transformed into a gentle warmth that slowly flowed through his body, dispelling the rising chill.

The ice crystals on his face gradually faded, and the biting cold receded like the tide. Mo Xing felt as if he had come back to life.