Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and Pan Yang slowly got out of bed. The original owner had nothing to tidy up and could be described as feeling light and carefree.

As soon as Fan Yang stepped out of the palace, he saw Zhou Yang, who was standing there quietly with Xiao Yao in his hand. Zhou Yang's demeanor seemed much more subdued than before.

"Let's go, where are we going?" Pan Yang walked to Zhou Yang's side, glanced at Xiao Yao, and before Zhou Yang could answer, he continued to ask, "Did it cut you?"

Zhou Yang was somewhat surprised, but he didn't feel there was anything to lie about, so he nodded: "It's an accident. Let's go to Baili Snow Mountain first. There's an ice pool there with lots of weapons."

"As you wish, this sword is useless to you. Just leave it somewhere." Pan Yang glanced at Xiao Yao.

Xiaoyao shook the sword. "Damn it, Master, how could you treat me like this?"

Zhou Yang naturally sensed Jian Xiang's dissatisfaction and gripped the hilt tightly. So, he was just like this sword before, useless and could just be thrown away anywhere, right?

He lowered his eyes, concealing his emotions: "Yes, let's go." Then Zhou Yang flicked his wrist and placed Xiaoyao into his storage space.

The two set off. The hundred-mile snow mountain was quite far away; even using magic, it would take two days to reach it.

Halfway there, the two found a small town to rest for the night.

The two entered the inn, and the innkeeper's eyes lit up: "You two are here to stay. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've seen any outsiders. How many rooms do you need?"

Pan Yang: "One room."

Zhou Yang: "Two rooms."

Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang with some surprise. Pan Yang looked serious and said in a low voice, "This place looks so eerie. It would be safer to stay in a room."

"Then one room will do," Zhou Yang said, handing the shopkeeper a piece of silver.

The shopkeeper took the money quickly, bit it, and put it into his sleeve with a smile. "You two, come with me."

The two followed the boss to a room on the second floor. The room was fully furnished and looked spotless.

The boss smiled and said, "If you two need anything, please call me. I'll head down now." With that, he turned and went downstairs.

Pan Yang walked into the room in a few steps, pulled out a chair and sat down: "I'll keep watch tonight, you can go to sleep first."

"You go to sleep first. I'll call you if anything happens," Zhou Yang said to Pan Yang.

"You said it yourself." Pan Yang raised an eyebrow at the person, and then walked to the bedside and lay down without any politeness.

The night was eerily quiet. Zhou Yang sat in his chair, watching the sleeping Pan Yang.

A voice, full of seduction, appeared in my mind.

"See? He doesn't care about you at all, not before and not now, but it's different now. You have the power! You are the true Immortal Venerable!"

"So Zhou Yang, what are you hesitating for? That person is sleeping soundly right in front of you, completely defenseless. Take him all to yourself! Question him! He'll fall in love with you sooner or later!"

Zhou Yang frowned, the voice in his mind still clamoring, he knew it was his inner demon.

He had no right to question Fan Yang before, so what right does he have to question him now? Perhaps that person has long forgotten those things.

The inner demon grew increasingly agitated at Zhou Yang's state: "Useless! You're just a piece of trash! He doesn't even like you, what's the point of you acting like this!"

Zhou Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he inexplicably stood up and walked to Pan Yang's bedside.

"Yes, get close to him. You know what to do, right? He'll be yours."

He slowly reached out and gently stroked the person's face, so carefully, his eyes revealing an indescribable sadness. After I died that day, did you never look back, not even for the last time?

Unexpectedly, Pan Yang on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. After seeing that it was Zhou Yang, the murderous intent on his body dissipated. He grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed, his voice slightly hoarse: "If you're sleepy, go to sleep. Don't make a fuss."

Zhou Yang froze on the bed, looking at Pan Yang blocking his way, but ultimately did not get up.

The next day, when Pan Yang woke up, Zhou Yang was no longer in the room. He didn't mind and got up to open the door, and sure enough, he saw Zhou Yang downstairs.

After having breakfast, the two continued their journey and finally arrived at the snow-capped mountain just before sunset.

As far as the eye can see, it's a vast expanse of white, with almost no other colors visible.

After walking for a while, I felt the temperature around me getting lower and lower, even cultivators found it hard to bear.

Pan Yang rubbed his hands together inwardly, realizing that if he had known it would be so troublesome, he wouldn't have agreed to let Zhou Yang come out to find any weapons.

Then he felt a weight on his body, and a robe appeared on him, instantly bringing him some warmth.

Looking at Zhou Yang, the robe that person was wearing was exactly the same as the one he was wearing. Not bad, not bad, hidden character, I have high hopes for you!

Zhou Yang noticed his gaze and said, "Hang in there, we'll be there soon."

Pan Yang nodded. "Well, we've come all this way, we can't go back empty-handed. So we'll reluctantly accompany the hidden character. Yes, that's right."

However, with Zhou Yang leading the way, things became much easier, and they soon found a cave entrance. Once inside, they were greeted by a bottomless ice pool.

Even just getting close to it makes my bones ache from the cold.

Without hesitation, the two cast a water control spell and dived into the water.

The space beneath the pool was even larger than Fan Yang had imagined, almost endless. As he continued swimming deeper, a palace gradually came into view.

The palace seemed to be enveloped in a bubble. When Pan Yang landed on the palace, the surrounding chill disappeared.

Zhou Yang came to Pan Yang's side: "This is it. There are many magical artifacts in the palace. Just pick one you like."

"The weapons here are useless to me." Even though he said that, Pan Yang still pulled Zhou Yang's hand and walked into the palace.

Stepping inside, Huan Yang finally understood what true luxury meant. The pillars in the palace were made of gold, and the floor was paved with the finest warm jade. No wonder it wasn't cold near the palace; one could only imagine how wealthy the previous owner of the palace must have been.

Further inside, many ritual implements were hanging on the walls and piled on the floor, but in the very center, there was a box lying there, looking quite inconspicuous.

Pan Yang was a little curious, so he let go of Zhou Yang's hand and walked over.

Zhou Yang glanced at his empty hands, then looked at the other person.

Pan Yang opened the box, and a wisp of green smoke emerged from it, condensing into a sword.

As soon as Pan Yang touched the sword, the entire palace began to shake violently. Pan Yang was somewhat surprised, so according to the plot, the sword must be connected to the palace.

He immediately took a few steps back, avoiding touching the sword, and sure enough, the palace returned to calm.

However, for some unknown reason, Xiaoyao broke through the storage space and flew straight towards the sword.

Before Fan Yang could stop him, Xiao Yao absorbed the sword directly, and the surrounding palaces shook again.

Seeing the changes around him, Zhou Yang was startled and reflexively walked towards Pan Yang. Pan Yang cursed under his breath, summoned Xiao Yao back, and grabbed Zhou Yang, rushing outside.

It's true what they say, it's not the god-like opponents you should fear, but the pig-like teammates. Sooner or later, they'll tear Xiaoyao apart too.