Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

A flash of cold light appeared, and Pan Yang suddenly summoned Xiao Yao to block the arrow aimed at Yang Zhouyang.

The next second, Yang Wenbo walked out unhurriedly, snapped his fingers and a group of men in black appeared. It seemed that he was going to tear off the mask of civility directly. However, it was rather foolish of him to choose to make a move in the hunting ground. If he failed, he would be exposed.

Why are all the villains so brainless?

Yang Wenbo sneered: "Yang Zhouyang, why can't you just wait to die peacefully?"

"You're sick." Pan Yang spoke first. This guy probably has some kind of mental problem. He shook the Xiaoyao sword in his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense and come at me together."

"Ha, arrogant." Yang Wenbo waved his hand, and instantly all the men in black rushed forward.

However, Pan Yang remained calm and moved swiftly without any pauses or flaws in his movements.

Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the group of men in black were knocked to the ground, lifeless.

Yang Wenbo remained completely calm, clapping his hands and exclaiming, "Impressive, truly impressive!" No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of armored soldiers wielding longswords and spears surrounded them.

Yang Zhouyang scanned the soldiers. These were the Imperial Guards? Logically, the Imperial Guards only obeyed the Emperor's orders. Even if Yang Wenbo was the Crown Prince, he couldn't command them arbitrarily, unless…

Sure enough, a man in a yellow robe strolled over, his face and body exuding the oppressive aura of an emperor: "Yang'er, your father has not mistreated you all these years. You have been a prince for almost twenty years. Logically speaking, you should have lived long enough. Why be so greedy?"

Yang Zhouyang didn't say anything, but held Huanyang's wrist with one hand to prevent him from acting too impulsively.

The Emperor sighed as he looked at him: "However, you are still my child. Tell me the method of immortality and hand over the person by your side, and I will forgive your crime of stealing the secret manual and deceiving the Emperor. How about that?"

"Absolutely not, why doesn't Father kill me now?" Yang Zhouyang smiled, showing no sign of panic, but rather as if he were the one who had the upper hand.

The emperor's eyes darkened. This son was even more cunning than he had imagined. He had spent most of his life researching immortality, but he never expected that his youngest son would secretly achieve it on his own.

He knew his son's condition better than anyone else; unless he truly gained the ability to live forever, he would never get better.

"Yang Zhouyang, I'm giving you one last chance, or it won't be as simple as death," the Emperor said again.

Yang Wenbo: "Why bother wasting time talking nonsense with them, Father?"

Upon hearing Yang Wenbo's words, his heart sank, and he gave the order: "Arrest them."

Clearly, they underestimated Pan Yang's abilities.

Pan Yang sighed. Why did these villains always think they were better than him? He tossed Xiaoyao into the air, and Xiaoyao spun around, brushing against the soldier's head, before returning to Pan Yang's hands.

"Don't run around." As soon as Pan Yang finished speaking, he raised his sword and went to meet him.

Yang Zhouyang stood there somewhat bewildered, watching as Fan Yang tried his best not to cause trouble, while he himself barely managed to dodge a few soldiers who were trying to ambush him.

The final sword strike swept outwards, and the last Imperial Guard fell to the ground, unable to rise.

At this moment, Yang Wenbo and the emperor were filled with nothing but shock and fear. A monster! This person was simply a monster! Otherwise, how could he be so powerful, and how could that sword even fly?

Then a glint of greed flashed in the emperor's eyes. This meant that immortality existed. As long as Fan Yang was captured, immortality would be attainable!

But the next second, all that remained in his eyes was fear. The man stepped over the corpses and walked step by step to the two of them. With a swing of his sword, Yang Wenbo's head fell to the ground.

The emperor was so frightened that he stumbled back several steps and fell to the ground: "What do you think you're doing! I am the emperor! Killing me is treason!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of rebellion?" Pan Yang's tone was icy, his eyes devoid of any emotion, which instilled a sense of fear in the listener.

"You..." The emperor looked around. He had already sent all the ministers away. At this moment, there was no one who could save him except: "Yang'er, save me. As long as you don't let him kill me, I will make you the crown prince!"

Those who seek immortality fear death most, and at this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else.

To everyone's surprise, Yang Zhouyang had a smile on his face, but the smile in his eyes was covered by murderous intent. He walked step by step to the emperor and said, "Father, you are really confused. After you die, I will be the emperor."

"Yang Zhouyang!" The Emperor was furious. He wanted nothing more than to strangle this rebellious son. "I should have killed you and your mother back then!"

Yang Zhouyang's smile faded, and he lowered his eyes. Yes, his mother had died mysteriously shortly after he was born, and he had slowly fallen seriously ill. It seemed that none of this was a coincidence.

"It's all my fault for being soft-hearted, otherwise you wouldn't be alive now! I should have persisted back then, and made you my stepping stone to immortality!" The Emperor said to himself, completely unaware of Yang Zhouyang's strange behavior.

"Heh." Yang Zhouyang chuckled. Only then did the Emperor stop his incessant chatter, looking at him with some panic: "What...what do you want to do?"

“Naturally, a life for a life.” Yang Zhouyang took the Xiaoyao sword from Pan Yang’s hand. Pan Yang did not stop him. The killing intent on the Xiaoyao sword resonated with the killing intent in Zhouyang’s heart. Kill! Kill! Kill this person!

Yang Zhouyang raised his sword but did not end the emperor's life directly. Instead, he cut off the emperor's hand and then cut off the emperor's right foot.

The emperor couldn't help but let out a piercing scream, but Yang Zhouyang swung his sword again, and the scream stopped abruptly: "Noisy."

Although he had killed the emperor, his murderous aura had not diminished at all. Many voices appeared in his mind, shouting, "Kill! Kill people! It's not enough!"

As Pan Yang watched the faint black aura emanating from Yang Zhouyang snatch away from Xiaoyao, Yang Zhouyang instantly felt the killing intent vanish, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind disappeared. He came to his senses and looked at Pan Yang: "Just now, I..."

"It's alright, you didn't feel anything just now." Pan Yang glanced at the emperor's corpse: "Prepare to ascend the throne."

Then, Fan Yang led a bewildered Yang Zhouyang into the palace and used some tricks—well, actually threats—to get some disgruntled ministers to agree.

After all, in their eyes, it wouldn't be a big deal for Yang Zhouyang to become emperor. Yang Zhouyang's knowledge and character far surpassed Yang Wenbo's. It was just a pity that he was ill. But now that he was cured, it wouldn't be impossible for such a person to become emperor.

After successfully ascending the throne, Yang Zhouyang began to vigorously govern the country, suppressing those charlatans who talked nonsense, and made Pan Yang his empress.

Although the ministers were dissatisfied, they dared not say anything.

But Pan Yang always fell silent. Why the Empress? That's so strange. Why is it only the Empress?

Under Zhou Yang's rule, the country enjoyed favorable weather and few rebellions. In the end, the throne was casually passed to the son of an old prince.

Ultimately, the two lost contact.

"Mission complete, returning to system space."