Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

“Master,” Mo Zhu finally couldn’t hold back any longer, “Your birthday is coming soon, and besides, wasn’t the reason we were so lenient with Huan Yang in the first place so that he would willingly save you?”

“Master, although Fan Yang says he’s searching everywhere for an antidote, can you guarantee he can really save you? Someone who’s been locked up in prison since childhood, where would he get so much knowledge and how could he possibly know martial arts? Having him around is a threat.”

Yang Zhouyang frowned upon hearing Mo Zhu's words. He understood what Mo Zhu was saying, but the thought of that person dying like that made him uneasy and anxious.

So he kept putting it off, not in a hurry, not in a rush. There were still a few months left, even if it was just to see that person a little longer. No matter what, he admitted that he couldn't bear to part with Huan Yang...

Seeing his silence, Mo Zhu knelt down and said, "Your Highness, I grew up by your side since I was a child. I cannot ignore your life or death. I will personally find Pan Yang and ask him to save you."

"You dare!" Yang Zhouyang snapped, then coughed violently for a long time before taking a deep breath: "Don't tell him." He didn't dare to think about what would happen if the man found out he had lied to him.

"Master, you don't actually like Pan Yang, do you?" Mo Zhu stared at him and slowly spoke.

"It's just not the right time yet. What if he changes his mind if we tell him the method now?"

"Then I'll drug him. That would be voluntary, or are you just reluctant to do it?"

Yang Zhouyang looked at Mozhu for a long time, then lowered his eyes and took a deep breath: "It's not that I'm reluctant, Mozhu, you should be patient and play the game slowly."

Then, from a corner, Pan Yang, who had witnessed everything, fell into deep thought. What does this mean? Could it be that the Longevity Clan can really grant immortality, but only if it is voluntary?

Hey, 001, let's talk about it.

001: "It means that Zhou Yang can survive, but only if one life is exchanged for another. The host's life will be given to him."

Pan Yang: Tsk, no wonder he was so deliberately trying to please me from the beginning.

001: "What? Host, you suspected it from the beginning?"

Pan Yang: What else? I'm not stupid.

He didn't care about Yang Zhouyang's little tricks and schemes, but if this person really made a move, well, it's just a small world anyway, missing one shouldn't matter.

He doesn't have a saintly heart or a love-struck mind. It's impossible for him to die. It would be fine if the two of them died together, but one of them living and the other dying is not his style.

Pan Yang: So the immortal race can indeed prolong their lives, and if that's the case, they share lifespans?

001: "Hmm? What are you going to do, host?"

Pan Yang: Guess.

In the following days, Yang Zhouyang did not see Pan Yang, so he was unaware that Pan Yang already knew the truth.

Meanwhile, Pan Yang went directly into the martial arts world, found someone, and then, through a combination of coaxing, deception, and violence, obtained a pair of symbiotic mother-child Gu.

001 was bewildered; what exactly did the host want to do?

Half a month had passed since they returned to the capital. When Yang Zhouyang saw Pan Yang, he smiled and asked, "Did you find anything on this trip?"

Pan Yang was clearly disappointed, his eyes filled with reluctance as he looked at Yang Zhouyang: "I will do my best."

"It's nothing." Yang Zhouyang seemed completely unconcerned. "As long as you're alright, that's good. You must be tired these past few days. I'll have the servants prepare more food."

"Zhou Yang, tell me, if I were to die in exchange for your life, would you be willing?"

Yang Zhouyang felt his heart skip a beat, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes. He shook his head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already dying. Don't think about anything else. Let's eat first."

As they spoke, the two arrived at the dining table, and it must be said that the food on the table was truly plentiful.

Pan Yang sat in a chair, looking at the dishes on the table: "What if what I just said is true? What would you do if I could die in exchange for your life?"

"..." Yang Zhouyang paused in his chopsticks, then looked at his friend: "I won't let anything happen to you."

He took a deep breath, picked up the wine pot, and poured a glass of wine for Fan Yang: "Fan Yang, I am very grateful that you came into my life, but it is a pity that I will not be able to continue to accompany you in the future."

“I am not afraid of death. I have been like this since I can remember. Everyone said I would not live past 20. At first I did not believe it, was unwilling, and did not understand. Now I have let go of it. After I die, you don’t need to worry about anything. With your abilities, you can do many things.”

"This glass is for you." He said, picking up his glass to drink it down in one gulp, but Pan Yang stopped him and drank it all in one go: "You're sick and can't drink."

Yang Zhouyang chuckled softly upon hearing this, then coughed. He steadied his breathing and said, "Panyang, you must understand that life is like playing chess. Never block your own escape route. Be wary of everyone, not even me."

Pan Yang looked at him somewhat indifferently: "I said I don't need any backup plan."

"You," Yang Zhouyang said helplessly, "Pan Yang, you like me, don't you?"

"nature."

"Then, may I say something..." He paused, then shook his head: "Never mind."

"What's wrong?" Pan Yang was confused, then felt his vision blurring: "You? You drugged me?"

"Drugned?" Yang Zhouyang was somewhat bewildered, then saw Pan Yang suddenly slump onto the table, his anger rising: "Mo Zhu!"

Mo Zhu, who had been hiding in the shadows, stepped out and knelt before him: "Master, I know you will be soft-hearted, but I won't. You can't die, and Huan Yang is just a threat. Are you really going to give up your life for someone you've only known for a few months?"

"Mo Zhu, I did not allow you to act on your own!" Yang Zhouyang slammed his hand on the table, then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!" Mo Zhu exclaimed in shock, rushing forward but unsure what to do. Yes! Fan Yang! Yes! A life for a life!

As if sensing his intention, Yang Zhouyang suppressed the urge to vomit blood again and roared, "Mo Zhu, how dare you!"

"Master, he is not worthy of your affection at all!"

"If you don't want to make me so angry right now, then do it."

"Master." Mo Zhu stood there, completely bewildered as to why.

"Tsk." Pan Yang, who was lying on the table, suddenly spoke.

The two immediately looked at Pan Yang, who slowly got up from the table and leaned back in his chair, looking very relaxed and showing no signs of being drugged.

"You?" Mo Zhu felt incredulous. Could it be that this person hadn't been drinking?

Yang Zhouyang breathed a sigh of relief, but then a weight was lifted from his heart: how much had he overheard, or did he already know everything?

At this moment, he felt cold all over. This was the most painful day he had experienced in many years, but it was not because of illness. He looked at Pan Yang, whose eyes were dark and unfathomable, devoid of any emotion.