Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

As Pan Yang walked out of the inn and looked at the bustling street, he suddenly threw Xiao Yao out, who blocked their path.

The two men were the servants who had delivered the meal not long ago. Pan Yang walked up to the two servants at a leisurely pace.

Upon seeing that Pan Yang's cultivation level had increased, their anger immediately turned into fawning: "Young master, is there something you need?"

"Who is this young master you're talking about?"

"Oh, young master, you're here to see the Zhou family? Our young master is Zhou You, the young master of the Zhou family. He's very talented in cultivation!" But as soon as the man finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground in disbelief.

Another servant immediately knelt down upon seeing this: "Young master, are you perhaps mistaken?"

Xiaoyao swiftly slashed across the man's neck, and the servant instantly fell silent. Pan Yang shook Xiaoyao off and glanced at the crowd of onlookers.

Then his gaze fell on a man, who tremblingly pointed in a direction: "The Zhou family is over there! I'm just passing by!"

Pan Yang withdrew his gaze and walked in the direction the man pointed. Sure enough, he saw it not far away: the Zhou Mansion.

The gates of the Zhou family mansion were wide open, guarded by two Golden Core cultivators. Without hesitation, Pan Yang barged in, and the commotion naturally alerted the other guards and the Zhou family patriarch.

The patriarch rushed over, his eyes darting around when he saw the magical power emanating from Pan Yang. He then smiled and said, "My lord, is there some misunderstanding? Our Zhou family has not offended anyone. Whatever you desire, we will certainly give it to you!"

Pan Yang stood in the middle of the courtyard and glanced around. His dark eyes were devoid of any emotion, and his voice carried a hint of coldness: "Zhou Yang."

The family head breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Zhou Yang had been kept in captivity and had no contact with anyone, let alone attract any enemies.

"Then I think you must have misunderstood. Zhou Yang has been expelled from the Zhou family and has been kept at home and rarely goes out."

Pan Yang's eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth turned up. The patterns on Xiao Yao's body began to turn red: "No misunderstanding."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Yang made his move, piercing the patriarch's heart with a sword, and a scream rang out.

"Father!" A young man dressed in fine clothes ran out, glaring fiercely at Fan Yang: "Who are you! What do you want?"

"Are you Zhou You?"

"So what now!"

Zhou You felt the person in front of him grow weaker, and he panicked: "You, what do you want to do! Aren't you afraid of retribution later!"

"Zhou Yang."

"You mean that kid?" A hint of contempt flashed in Zhou You's eyes: "That son of a bitch, I should have just killed him. He's always half-dead."

Immediately afterwards, screams of agony came from the Zhou family's house, and some curious passersby peeked inside.

All that could be seen was a person standing in a pool of blood, dressed in a blue robe with an indifferent expression. His clothes were stained with blood, and the sword in his hand was dripping blood. He looked like a vengeful ghost from hell.

After finishing dealing with the Zhou family, Huan Yang returned to the inn. Looking at Zhou Yang lying on the bed, he suppressed his irritation and asked, "Do you want to cultivate?"

Zhou Yang, who was on the bed, turned to look at him when she heard his voice, but ultimately did not speak.

Pan Yang wasn't in a hurry and stayed at the inn, quietly taking care of Zhou Yang.

As for the Zhou family, no one dares to interfere. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Even if they wanted to, they couldn't because of Pan Yang's power. Besides, there are many people who want the Zhou family dead, but they just don't dare to.

The original owner had collected a lot of spiritual fruits, herbs, and pills, basically anything good for Zhou Yang. Huan Yang let Zhou Yang eat them all, and in less than ten days, Zhou Yang's injuries were almost completely healed.

Seeing that he was almost fully recovered, Fan Yang was ready to take him away first to Medicine King Valley. As for that bastard Zhou Ye, he wasn't in a hurry at all.

Upon entering the room, Pan Yang saw Zhou Yang sitting on the bed in a daze. He slowly walked over and put his shoes on for him, saying, "Let's go to Medicine King Valley."

Zhou Yang watched Ban Yang's actions and opened his mouth: "I have nothing to repay you with."

"I don't need your repayment." Pan Yang ruffled his hair. "Can you walk by yourself now?"

“I…” Zhou Yang opened his mouth, trying to stand up on his own.

Pan Yang simply picked him up in a princess carry: "No need to force yourself." Then he strode out of the room.

The road to Medicine King Valley is quite long. It can be reached in a day using magic, but Zhou Yang's body might not be able to handle it, so they can only walk there slowly, which will take at least half a month.

Zhou Yang rarely spoke during the journey, only reluctantly saying a few words when asked a question by Pan Yang.

In the woods, Pan Yang gently placed the boat on the ground, lit a small fire, and prepared to catch some rabbits.

He was still a little worried about Zhou Yang being alone, so he cast a spell before leaving.

However, they hadn't gone far when they encountered someone named Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye was shocked to see Huan Yang. He hadn't expected Huan Yang to still be alive. Ever since he betrayed Huan Yang that day, he had been regretting it day and night.

Every night I dream of that person's face filled with anger and sorrow. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so selfish in the first place. Recently, there have been rumors everywhere that Huan Yang is still alive, which he initially couldn't believe.

"Pan Yang." Zhou Ye smiled, looking gentle and refined, a facade he was most adept at maintaining. "I've regretted it ever since that day. I miss you so much. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Now, Pan Yang fully realized that Zhou Ye was probably a lunatic. He summoned Xiao Yao: "Of course I need you. I need you dead." As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Yang launched his attack.

Zhou Ye naturally did not believe that Huan Yang had forgiven him so easily, so he was prepared and dodged Huan Yang's attack, summoning his natal sword to confront Huan Yang.

While fighting, Zhou Ye said, "Brother Lu, I know you blame me. I can give you my resources. Brother Lu, will you come with me?"

"Me and your mother." Pan Yang couldn't help but curse. This Zhou Ye was simply a lunatic.

In an instant, Xiaoyao tore the hem of Zhou Ye's clothes. Zhou Ye was startled and took several steps back. Finally, he gave Huan Yang a deep look and said, "I will bring you back." After saying that, he used his magic to run away.

Pan Yang felt annoyed. What the hell was this? He rubbed his wrist, and suddenly his breath hitched. Xiao Yao fell from his hand to the ground. Pan Yang knelt on the ground, clutching his chest tightly.

It felt like all the meridians in my body were about to break, my spiritual energy was running wildly, and my heart was in waves of intense pain. This was the price the original owner paid for forcibly cultivating, and he had to go through this every fifteenth of the month.

At first, Huan Yang didn't pay much attention, but now that he's experienced it firsthand, he has to admire the original owner. The excruciating pain throughout his body makes Huan Yang tremble uncontrollably.

His breathing became heavier and heavier. Huan Yang groped for Xiao Yao and used it to prop himself up, but he fell to the ground again before he could stand up. It took about three or four hours for the pain to slowly disappear.