Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Having learned this miraculous skill, his uncle and aunt would no longer look down on him, and his sister would no longer have to marry the landlord's foolish son.

Half a month ago, Wang Chongyang was working in the fields when he suddenly saw a red figure fly up to the mountain.

Wang Chongyang didn't care about immortals or anything like that, but he was really desperate and had no choice but to climb the mountain with a try-it-out mentality.

The moment he saw the immortal descend from the sky, he finally knew what he wanted. Not the immortal's help, not the immortal's gifts. But to take control of his own destiny like the immortal.

Wang Chongyang took a deep breath and decided to follow his master and learn skills properly.

"Master, when can I be as powerful as you?" Wang Chongyang was extremely eager to become stronger. His younger sister was going to marry the landlord's foolish son next year. He had to master his skills within a year and rescue his sister.

"First, you must call me Master." The constant use of "Master" easily evokes images of the rambling Tang Sanzang. It's too down-to-earth, too unrefined. How can an immortal be so approachable?

"Secondly, wash yourself clean and change your clothes." Qin Baobao casually took out a set of clothes from her space and handed them to him. After all, he was her first disciple, and he couldn't be dressed too shabbily.

Although Wang Chongyang wanted to learn the skills now, he dared not disobey his master's wishes. No, he should now address him as "Master."

He washed himself clean in the mountain spring behind the bamboo house and put on the clothes given to him by his master.

This garment is light, thin, and silky, with a natural cooling effect. When worn, it automatically shrinks to the size of one's own height, keeping even the sweltering summer heat at bay.

How could a country bumpkin like him deserve such fine clothes?

Wang Chongyang touched the clothes on his body, feeling extremely reluctant to part with them.

He had never worn such gorgeous clothes before, let alone a fairy robe.

In the end, he took off his clothes, washed them, and wore them wet.

It's so hot; if you wear wet clothes, they'll dry in no time.

While the little one was taking a bath, Qin Baobao used her divine sense to survey the area within a thousand miles.

The spiritual energy is so abundant, yet there isn't a single mountain spirit or wild monster around. This is highly illogical. Could this be the world where the chosen one resides? But this is the Ming Dynasty, several hundred years away from modern times.

Where are you supposed to dig out a piece of good fortune?

This mission is getting weirder and weirder, and it's getting harder and harder to do!

You could still see traces of Qi Yunzi before.

just now……

Even the world of the lucky ones can't be found anymore!

After settling the little one in, she had to travel around. She hadn't forgotten her main purpose in coming here: to save the Child of Destiny.

Seeing the little guy come out in his wet clothes, Qin Baobao paused for a moment and said nothing. With a wave of her hand, the little guy's clothes dried.

Wang Chongyang looked at his clothes in surprise, realizing that immortal magic could be used in this way.

My clothes dried completely in an instant, even the parts that weren't clean became spotless. If I learned this magic, wouldn't I never have to wash clothes again?

Wang Chongyang looked up at his master, very curious about what kind of face was hidden in the mist.

"Master! May I see what you look like?" After all, he is my master. Wouldn't it be a joke if we didn't recognize each other when we met in the future?

Qin Baobao was taken aback upon hearing this. The face of an immortal cannot be seen. She had heard this phrase in storybooks before, but she never imagined it was true.

Her cultivation level was so high that she couldn't perceive it in her daily life. If her little apprentice hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have known about this until now.

Qin Baobao wasn't particularly concerned about her appearance, nor did she intend to hide it from others. So she concealed her aura and cultivation, revealing her flushed face.

Wang Chongyang was initially just curious about what immortals would look like.

Until his master's face was fully revealed, he stared at it, dumbfounded. He forgot what to say next, forgot what day it was.

Is this what an immortal is?

Qin Baobao was quite satisfied with Wang Chongyang's dumbfounded expression and nodded inwardly. This was the proper reaction one should have upon seeing this face.

Unlike Kunpeng and Styx, who seemed blind to beauty, only knowing how to shout for battle and killing, completely incapable of appreciating beauty, they were utterly ruthless. Even they themselves would have to think twice before killing such a handsome face.

It took Wang Chongyang a while to come to his senses. He picked up the clothes that had fallen to the ground, lowered his head, and dared not look at them a second time.

Master, you're so handsome! Like the bright moon in the sky. He'd never been to school, but he knew his master was incredibly handsome. Even more handsome than the village beauty—no, you couldn't compare the village beauty to his master. Why? He couldn't explain it. He only knew that you couldn't compare the village beauty to his master.

"I do not know your name, Master. I will certainly set up a memorial tablet for longevity and worship you every day."

I'm not even dead yet, and they're already thinking about setting up a memorial tablet for me. What a filial child!

"My name is Hongyun, so there's no need for a memorial tablet. Just focus on your cultivation and bring blessings to the region."

Despite his master's words, Wang Chongyang still kept Hongyun's name in his heart. When he prepared to return, he set up a longevity tablet for his master and offered it to him daily.

From then on, the master and his apprentice settled down on this mountain.

Wang Chongyang not only possessed exceptional talent and diligently cultivated his skills, but he also took on all the chores.

Qin Baobao, who was originally looking for someone to do odd jobs: ...

This little guy is so capable!

Because cultivation meant she didn't even need to eat, Qin Baobao simply lay lazily in the shade of a tree, basking in the sun every day.

Watching the branches sway in the air, watching the sunlight shine on the earth, watching the clouds roll and unroll. Lying there basking in the sun, it seems like you could live forever.

The higher one's cultivation level, the lazier one becomes, almost like a tortoise. Lying down, one drifts off to sleep.

Qin Baobao, who hadn't dreamed in a long time, had a dream in which she turned into a huge tree. It covered the sky and grew by a great river.

I chuckled softly after waking up, realizing how lazy I'm becoming. At this rate, I might actually turn into a tree, slowly taking root in one place and never going anywhere else.

"Master... I have some matters I wish to discuss with someone on the mountain." After finishing his sword practice, Tianwang Chongyang stood beside Qin Baobao with a worried expression. He seemed hesitant to speak, but after thinking for a long time, he finally spoke.

In the past year, Wang Chongyang had grown taller and stronger. His cultivation at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment stage was considered an immortal-level existence even by ordinary people. Even if he wanted to descend the mountain, Qin Baobao had absolutely no worries.

"It just so happens that I'm also going down the mountain soon," Qin Baobao said with her eyes closed, as if she wasn't saying goodbye. But her words were blunt and hurtful.

"Don't come back after you go down the mountain. We've been master and disciple for a while, and I don't have anything to give you. Take this!" Qin Baobao took out a storage ring and tossed it forward. The ring landed steadily in front of Wang Chongyang.

"Master!..." Wang Chongyang felt his ears ringing, utterly incredulous. He had only left for a short while, and his master was already so heartless as to send him down the mountain?