Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

At noon, Pan Yang came out of the room, but Zhou Yang was no longer in sight.

Feeling a bit hungry, I prepared to go to the cafeteria inside the gate to get food. The original owner usually didn't dare to go there because she would definitely be gossiped about and bullied if she did.

But who is Pan Yang? How could he be afraid of that group of people? He went straight into the cafeteria, got some food, and found a quiet corner to sit down.

Sure enough, not long after Fan Yang sat down, several people came and looked at him arrogantly.

The leader was named Liu Yi. His magic skills were so-so, but he was a member of the royal family before he came here, so no one dared to mess with him.

Liu Yi put one foot on the chair and looked down at Pan Yang: "You dare to come eat here?"

"I didn't come to eat," Pan Yang said, spouting nonsense.

Do you think I'm blind?!

“Yes.” Pan Yang nodded, very seriously: “I suggest you see a doctor.”

"Pan Yang, you're pretty arrogant!" Liu Yi said, and then actually overturned Pan Yang's rice.

Pan Yang was speechless. Why did these kinds of things always happen to him? Did he have to go through so much hardship?

Without saying a word, Fan Yang overturned the table, summoned Xiao Yao, and placed him across Liu Yi's neck.

"You! Pan Yang, do you want to die?!" Liu Yi felt the coldness on his neck and almost lost his balance. He looked into Pan Yang's dark eyes and felt that this man really might kill him.

"Of course I want to live, it's just that you don't want to live anymore."

"Pan Yang." A voice came.

Everyone looked towards the doorway, where Zhou Yang had appeared out of nowhere: "Pan Yang, you must not harm your fellow disciples."

Somewhat annoyed, Pan Yang kicked the table he had overturned and returned to Xiaoyao: "You're backing someone else up?"

Zhou Yang looked at him, somewhat puzzled: "It's wrong to harm fellow disciples. I didn't support anyone else."

"Liu Yi, if I find you bullying your fellow disciples in the future, I will expel you from the sect." Zhou Yang looked at Liu Yi, who was relieved and even a little smug.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yi's smile vanished instantly. He glared at Pan Yang and gritted his teeth, saying, "This disciple knows his mistake."

After saying that, he left with his henchmen. What bad luck! This Fan Yang is really strange; he actually dared to rebel.

Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang and sighed: "I don't blame you. Come down to the mortal realm with me in a few days and I'll find you a new sword. This sword isn't suitable for you."

Pan Yang shook the Xiaoyao sword in his hand: "It feels pretty good to use."

"Don't be temperamental. Give me the sword. This sword is too strange. If something happens to you, it will be my fault." Zhou Yang looked at him and stretched out his hand.

Pan Yang's eyes lit up as if he had just thought of something: "So you're worried about my safety?"

“As a master, this is how it should be,” Zhou Yang said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Tsk." Upon hearing this, Fan Yang tossed Xiao Yao into his hands and left the dining hall without saying anything more, bypassing Zhou Yang.

As soon as Zhou Yang touched Xiao Yao, he felt a chill run down his spine. The killing intent on the sword was even stronger than he had imagined. He turned to look at Pan Yang's back and sighed.

When Fan Yang returned to the island, he casually caught a crane, roasted it, and ate it. Crane, oh crane, you can't blame me for this; you can only blame yourself for being careless.

That evening, Zhou Yang returned to the floating island and saw Pan Yang dozing under a tree. He felt a little helpless, realizing that he had been too negligent in his apprentice.

It's my fault that things have turned out this way. Zhou Yang slowly walked to Pan Yang's side and gently patted him.

Pan Yang slowly opened his eyes and yawned: "What happened?"

"It's chilly outside, go back inside and sleep."

"It's alright, I won't freeze to death." Pan Yang said nonchalantly.

“Your body is not something to be trifled with.” Zhou Yang frowned slightly and said, then looked at Pan Yang who was about to close his eyes and go to sleep again, and sighed: “Are you angry with me? That sword is not suitable for you. I did not confiscate it on purpose.”

"It's just a sword. If you like, I can give myself to you," Pan Yang said slowly.

Zhou Yang immediately felt a little uncomfortable, and his ears turned red: "Ridiculous, don't make jokes like that again."

“Who said I was joking?” Pan Yang opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and looked into the man’s eyes, speaking seriously.

Zhou Yang was stunned for a few seconds by Pan Yang's gaze, then reacted and said seriously, "Pan Yang, I know that I have not fulfilled my responsibilities over the years. If you want to make amends to me..."

"Stop!" Pan Yang interrupted him. "I'm going to sleep." He then walked towards his room. This is troublesome.

A few days later, Pan Yang hardly saw Zhou Yang anymore. In the past few days, quite a few people had caused trouble, but he beat them all up.

Now everyone started avoiding Pan Yang; they simply couldn't beat him.

Soon, Pan Yang saw Zhou Yang again, ran over quickly, and grabbed Zhou Yang's sleeve: "Are you hiding from me?"

"No." Zhou Yang immediately denied it, looking somewhat uneasy at the young man standing in front of him: "Tomorrow, pack your things, and we'll go find a sword for you."

Pan Yang nodded. To be honest, he didn't care about finding any sword, but since people insisted on making him go, he would go. It was a good opportunity to be alone anyway.

He refused to believe that he couldn't handle a mere hidden figure.

Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the man agreed so readily. He had thought that the man would be unwilling. He then said, "You should get ready first. I have other things to do."

As she spoke, she pulled out the sleeve that Pan Yang was holding and walked into her palace.

Zhou Yang skillfully walked to his room, pressed a hidden door, and Xiao Yao lay quietly inside.

He had tried every possible method over the past few days but still couldn't figure out where the sword came from, which was extremely dangerous.

Zhou Yang walked over and picked up Xiaoyao again. With a crack, the jade pendant at his waist broke open.

His movements suddenly stopped, and Xiaoyao cut his hand, staining it with blood, which fell to the ground.

Zhou Yang didn't have time to care about Xiao Yao who had fallen to the ground. He quickly channeled his magic, and a demonic aura wrapped around Xiao Yao's body.

If Zhou Yang were to look at Xiaoyao at this moment, he would be shocked, for the sword had directly absorbed the blood it had stained.

At this moment, Zhou Yang felt two voices arguing in his mind. A thousand years ago, he fought a great battle with the Demon Lord, and both of them were almost injured. At that moment, he himself was also tainted by demonic energy and even developed a demon in his heart, which he has been suppressing with the jade pendant ever since.

I never expected that this jade pendant would shatter so suddenly today.

Suddenly, a series of images flashed through his mind, all of which were undoubtedly from ancient times and focused on cultivating immortality, finally settling on the last scene.

The boy used his last bit of strength but couldn't grab the man's clothes, and finally breathed his last...

After a long while, Zhou Yang slowly opened his eyes. The scenes he had just witnessed seemed to be his own real experiences.

He looked at Xiaoyao lying on the ground, picked it up, and cut his finger again, the blood dripping onto the sword.

The patterns on Xiaoyao's body began to become more vibrant, and Zhou Yang's eyes were filled with complex emotions. Was this some kind of second chance from heaven?