Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang felt that the surroundings were very noisy, and his whole body was in severe pain. He had no strength at all, and it took him a long time to open his eyes.

He was locked in an iron cage like a commodity, with chains on his wrists and ankles, and he seemed to have many injuries on his body. No wonder his body was so weak.

Judging from the scene, it must be ancient times. The people surrounding him are all dressed in fine clothes, so they must all be people of high status.

Sure enough, one of them spoke up: "Crown Prince, is this the immortal being that Father bestowed upon you? Can he really grant immortality?"

The man called Crown Prince waved his hand and said, "It's all fake. Father Emperor used almost his entire clan to no avail. He was only spared because of his good looks."

The girl didn't feel the emperor's cruelty at all. She squatted down and carefully examined Pan Yang, then took a few steps back with a look of disgust: "But he's so dirty. He should have been killed too."

As Pan Yang listened to the group's argument, he was about to summon Xiao Yao and run away when he heard 001's teleportation scene.

The original owner's name was Xu Panyang. Just as those people said, he belonged to the Longevity Clan. Their lifespan was twice that of ordinary people, but they still died.

The immortal race had always lived in a place far removed from the world. Who knew that a young girl would save a man? The man seemed to be a kind person, so the simple-minded immortal race didn't pay any attention to him. Little did they know that the man was the newly enthroned king, who happened to be obsessed with immortality.

The first thing the man did upon returning to the palace was to arrest a large number of people from the Longevity Clan to study their so-called secret methods of immortality. However, year after year, he found nothing. Enraged, he nearly slaughtered the entire clan.

The original owner escaped death because of her appearance and was given to Crown Prince Yang Wenbo. She was kept in a cage and tried to escape many times but failed. In the end, she died in the cage.

Mission: Destroy Crown Prince Yang Wenbo.

"The Seventh Prince has arrived." A sharp voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenbo's smile vanished, and he looked at the newcomer.

The man sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, his skin an unhealthy white. But what caught people's attention most was his half-white hair. He was being pushed in a wheelchair by a guard.

He coughed lightly a few times with his hand to his lips, then looked at everyone and smiled: "I heard that Father Emperor bestowed a member of the Immortal Clan upon my elder brother, so I came to take a look out of curiosity."

001: "Hidden character Yang Zhouyang has been detected. He is the Seventh Prince in a wheelchair."

Pan Yang: "??" Okay, are you trying to outdo each other in misery?

"Tsk." Yang Li rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here, you sickly person? Don't let your illness worsen and make Father Emperor blame the Crown Prince!"

Upon hearing this, a young master standing nearby spoke up: "Princess, what are you saying? Everyone knows that the Seventh Prince may not live much longer, so he needs to see things he's never seen before."

Yang Li chuckled, "That's true. Anyway, you're going to die soon, so I'll let it go."

Upon hearing that Yang Wenbo was mocking Yang Zhouyang, his expression relaxed: "Since my brother wants to see, then take a few more glances."

Everyone in the capital knows that Yang Zhouyang was granted the title of prince at birth, but his mother died early and he contracted a strange illness. Countless doctors and even Taoist priests were consulted, but none of them could help him. Everyone predicted that Yang Zhouyang would not live past his twentieth birthday.

Perhaps because he was so pitiful, the emperor naturally favored Yang Zhouyang in certain aspects, which naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the other princes and princesses.

Yang Zhouyang was already used to their words. He looked at the person locked in the cage and saw that the person's body was almost completely covered in wounds. His appearance was indeed stunning, but what attracted him the most were his eyes.

There was no panic or fear in those dark eyes, as if he didn't care about them at all. He was like the rising sun once he broke free from this cage, and he was fraught with danger.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed that other emotions could be seen, and a strange feeling inexplicably rose in Yang Zhouyang's heart.

"I wonder if my royal brother would be so kind as to grant me this gift?" Yang Zhouyang asked.

Yang Wenbo was somewhat surprised: "What do you need him for? Do you want to find out if he can cure your illness?"

"But seeing his handsome appearance, and knowing that my days are numbered, seeing his face has made me feel much more at ease." Yang Zhouyang was not angry at all.

Compared to this, Yang Wenbo was rather unbecoming. He glanced at the half-dead Pan Yang in the cage, thinking that dying in the Crown Prince's residence was bad luck, and waved his hand: "That's yours."

Yang Li covered her face with her fan and laughed out loud.

"What is the princess laughing about?" someone nearby asked.

"One sickly one is about to die, and the other is about to pass away. Who knows which one will die first? Isn't that ridiculous?" Yang Li's playful voice was quite pleasant, but the words she spoke were vicious.

Yang Zhouyang glanced at Yang Li: "Your Highness is joking. I'm not feeling well, so I'll be leaving now. Mozhu, please take that person out of the cage."

The person who had been standing behind Yang Zhouyang immediately responded and smashed the lock on the cage with his bare hands, carrying Pan Yang out of it.

"Master?" Mo Zhu didn't know what to do at this moment. She was all alone and only had two hands. Where could she put the person? Judging from Fan Yang's appearance, he probably couldn't even stand up.

"Put it on my lap." After saying that, Zhou Yang looked at Yang Wenbo: "Does Your Majesty know where the key is?"

Yang Wenbo found his behavior somewhat amusing and simply tossed him the keys, saying, "You really think he's a treasure."

Mo Zhu clearly felt that Yang Zhouyang's behavior was somewhat inappropriate. After hesitating for a moment, she finally put her hand on Yang Zhouyang and went behind him to push the wheelchair.

Yang Zhouyang was surprised that the weight of the ring was so light that even he, the patient, did not feel it. He picked up the key and unlocked the chains on his body and hands.

"From now on, you'll follow me." As he spoke, he coughed a few times, and Pan Yang was shocked to see blood on his hand.

Unfortunately, the original owner's body is very weak now, and it is difficult for him to even move a finger.

The Seventh Prince's residence wasn't far away. Pan Yang was placed in a courtyard, and Yang Zhouyang invited an imperial physician to treat his injuries.

The imperial physician looked at Fan Yang on the bed with some shock, but did not dare to ask too many questions. After examining him carefully, he said, "This young master has many wounds on his body. It will be difficult for him not to leave scars. He has also lost a lot of blood and needs to rest. Moreover, he needs to take good care of the many wounds."

Yang Zhouyang nodded and waved for the imperial physician to fetch the medicine. Then he looked at Pan Yang and asked, "May I ask your name?"

"Pan Yang." Pan Yang uttered two words, feeling as if he had expended a lot of effort to stack this damned 001. He had reason to suspect that this system was retaliating against him.

"Okay, you can rest assured and no one will hurt you. If you need anything, call Mozhu. I'll have Mozhu stay in your courtyard." After saying that, Yang Zhouyang gave a reassuring smile and pushed his wheelchair away.