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

"Are you feeling better?" Chu Yun's words pulled Mo Xing back to reality from his near-consciousness, which was being consumed by pain. The first thing he did after regaining his senses was to pull up his robe that was lying on the ground and haphazardly cover his exposed skin.

Chu Yun noticed that his hand was even trembling slightly as he picked up the cassock. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Chu Yun was being disrespectful to him.

"In urgent situations, we must act expediently. Don't overthink it," Chu Yun said with a light cough.

Mo Xing paused for a moment, then said after a long pause, "I know, thank you, young lady."

He dressed, leaned back against the rock wall, closed his eyes, and didn't say a word. Only his slightly reddened ears revealed his unease.

The girl's soft fingers stroked his back, sending a shiver of pleasure through him, and Mo Xing could still feel the lingering sensation.

He wished the chills would flare up again so he could suppress the throbbing in his heart, or at least distract him, rather than let him overthink and keep replaying what had just happened.

Mo Xing was feeling agitated when he suddenly heard Chu Yun's voice.

Why do you have such a severe case of coldness in your body?

Mo Xing opened his eyes and looked at her, only to find Chu Yun staring straight at him with a look of inquiry in her eyes.

"Do you really want to know?" Mo Xing asked after a moment of silence, his voice deep and resonant.

“Of course,” Chu Yun replied.

Mo Xing gazed at Chu Yun quietly, his eyes filled with endless complexity. He spoke slowly, his voice as calm as ever.

Seventeen years ago, a baby was born in an insignificant little sect in the martial arts world. The birth of a child should have been a joyous occasion, but on the day of his birth, the sky was covered with dark clouds and darkness fell in an instant. Soon after, the sect leader received news that the disciples of the sect had encountered danger while carrying out a mission, and all eleven of them had perished. After his birth, his mother also died from postpartum hemorrhage.

The joyous occasion turned into a tragedy. The birth of the baby seemed to bring endless misfortune. Soon, it was rumored in the sect that the baby's birth had brought bad luck to the sect. Someone suggested that the child's fate be calculated. Coincidentally, a wandering Taoist priest was staying in the sect, so the sect leader asked him to tell the child's fortune, hoping to silence the gossip in the sect.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest's divination revealed a terrible omen, stating that the child was destined to be a lone star, and that anyone who came near him would be plagued by misfortune and die a painful death.

Everyone was terrified and wanted to kill the child immediately. Only the child's father risked his life to save him. However, out of fear, most of the sect members left, causing the already declining sect to fall even further and eventually disappear completely.

To support his children, the sect leader became a bodyguard, barely making ends meet by risking his life. Later, he was seriously injured while escorting goods, leaving him with a limp, and his personality changed drastically from then on.

He no longer loved his child. Instead, like everyone else, he saw the child as a jinx who had brought him bad luck. He would beat and scold the child. But that wasn't enough. He wanted to get rid of the child forever, so one winter he took the child to a valley and abandoned him there.

The snow was heavy in the depths of winter, and the child was buried under the snow, on the verge of death. An old monk rescued him and did everything he could to save him.

After the child recovered from his injuries, he followed the old monk to practice in the temple. The old monk told him that there was no such thing as a cursed lone star in this world, and that he must cherish his life. The child thought so too, and he vowed to live and make those who abandoned him regret it.

Three years later, he learned that the sect leader had died long ago. The sect leader had entered the valley and never came out again. Perhaps he was killed by wild beasts. In any case, after the winter snow melted, the villagers who went into the mountains found his mangled remains. If it weren't for his lame leg, no one would have recognized him.

After learning the news, the child fell seriously ill. When he woke up, he felt that there was nothing in the world worth cherishing. Perhaps being a jinx wasn't so bad. If it weren't for the old monk, he might have committed suicide long ago.

The coldness in his body was a lingering effect left by the heavy snow in the valley that year.

Who is the child Mo Xing is talking about? No one but a fool could not guess.

He spoke these words with a calm expression and a calm voice, as if he were telling someone else's story, but Chu Yun knew that Mo Xing's heart was not so calm.

"That's how you got your cold poison," Chu Yun murmured.

“Miss Wen, I’ve said it before, my fate is predetermined. Anyone who gets close to me will be unfortunate. My life should have ended seventeen years ago,” Mo Xing said expressionlessly.

Hearing such negative words, Chu Yun couldn't help but frown.

“Nonsense, you still have your master. You’ve been by Abbot Juehui’s side for many years, and he’s doing just fine.” Chu Yun retorted.

Mo Xing said in a deep voice, "Master has always been in good health, but two years ago he was on the verge of death. How do you know it wasn't me who caused it?"

Chu Yun gasped in surprise and quietly watched Mo Xing.

Mo Xing thought she had been convinced by him and also believed that he was a cursed lone star, and despair flashed across his face.

But then Chu Yun's voice rang out again.

"Master Juehui is getting older, and it's normal for him to have some ailments. Don't forget, if you hadn't found the Xiaohan Flower, how would Gu Huaizhi have saved your master! It was because of you that Master Juehui survived. Doesn't that prove that you're not some kind of jinx? And me, if you hadn't come to my rescue, I might have been killed by Gu Yunzhu long ago."

Mo Xing was completely stunned.

"You think I'm not a cursed lone star?" A faint light flashed in his eyes, then quickly disappeared.

“I told you long ago, that’s all nonsense.” Chu Yun said without hesitation. “The one who really harmed the sect and the sect leader was never you, nor was it some kind of cursed fate, but themselves. They would rather believe that a helpless infant caused them to fall into poverty than believe that they could overcome the difficulties they faced through their own efforts. The moment they chose to push all the blame onto an innocent child, they had already harmed themselves.”

“It’s not your fault!” Chu Yun said again.

Abbot Juehui is a monk, so he cannot utter harsh words, much less criticize the dead. He can only advise Moxing to think more positively.

No one had ever said these words to Mo Xing.

He was only seventeen years old, burdened with the fate of being a cursed lone star and the sin of causing the death of his relatives. He couldn't sleep at night. Even though he never complained about himself, when the pain in his heart grew deeper and deeper in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but doubt himself.

He never opened his heart to anyone, not even Abbot Juehui.

If he had confided his troubles to others sooner, he might have heard these words sooner, but Chu Yun was the first to hear them.

Because it was the first, it was especially special.

When Mo Xing's heart pounded uncontrollably at the sight of the care in Chu Yun's eyes, he knew that she was no longer the same person in his heart.