Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

As expected, Yuan Qingyan was imprisoned for intentional injury, while Zhou Yang soon officially announced his relationship with Pan Yang and then passed away peacefully in his old age.

He glossed over the entire incident that Zhou Yang had gone through in a single sentence.

Pan Yang sat in the system space, staring at the bracelet in his hand, somewhat lost in thought.

"Host, are you thinking about Zhou Yang? It's alright, we'll meet again in the next world!" 001 comforted her. "But host, could you tell me about your previous experiences?"

“If you’re still alive in real life, I’ll tell you,” Pan Yang said, glancing at him.

001: "That's outrageous!"

"Actually, there's not much to say." Pan Yang took a deep breath; for him, there really wasn't much to say.

After parting ways with Zhou Yang that day, he set off alone, hiding almost everywhere, his body nearly filthy, sometimes even hiding in various gathering places of refugees.

Looking at the spaceship and the wanted posters on the street, Pan Yang realized he couldn't stay on this planet any longer. He adjusted his hat, skillfully blended into the crowd, and finally slipped into the spaceship's cargo hold.

This time, however, there seemed to be more guards on the spaceship. The cargo hold, which was usually checked only once, was checked three or four times this time. He had a bad feeling, or perhaps Jiang Qingyan already knew that he had hidden on the spaceship.

He couldn't stay on the spaceship any longer; he had to leave as soon as it stopped. The spaceship was moving very fast this time, and Pan Yang timed it perfectly to blend back into the crowd.

They hadn't gone far when they heard a guard's voice: "Hey! You short guy, stop and turn around so I can see you!"

Pan Yang stopped, lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his mind raced. After all, he was still a child, and his calmness was quite remarkable.

The guard frowned when he saw that he didn't move, walked to his side, and raised his hand to pull him.

"Officer, I'm sorry, but he's my grandson. He's infected with a contagious disease, which is why he's wrapped up like that. He also has some mental issues."

Pan Yang glanced at the man with some surprise. The man looked to be in his sixties or seventies, but he was very robust and was wearing a long robe from a long time ago, which gave him a somewhat otherworldly and venerable air.

Upon hearing this, the guard quickly took a few steps back, looking displeased: "Are you crazy for letting him out like that! Take him away right now, don't leave him here!"

"Yes, yes, I'll take him away right away." The old man quickly replied, took out a card from his pocket, secretly slipped it into the guard's hand, and whispered, "Just pass on the news about my child's illness. Consider this my treat to a drink."

The guard glanced at the card, put it in his pocket, and coughed twice: "Alright, alright, hurry up and go, don't linger."

"I'm leaving now," the old man said, pulling on Pan Yang's wrist as he departed.

Pan Yang had been secretly observing the old man. He didn't sense any malice from him, or rather, the man's malice was very well hidden.

The old man led him away from there to a less crowded place. Pan Yang immediately broke free and looked at the old man warily: "Thanks, I'm leaving now."

"Hey, little one, don't be in such a hurry." The old man immediately spoke up, narrowing his eyes: "My name is Lu Daoming, and I have an ancient lineage of immortal cultivation. You seem to be quite extraordinary, little one. Would you be interested in learning from me?"

Pan Yang took a step back: "No need." There's no such thing as a free lunch. In the past few months, he's met countless people who pretended to help but actually reported others.

"Don't be nervous. I also need your help. I just hope that you can get me a sword after you finish your training." Lu Daoming wasn't angry. He explained calmly, "Although I have the ability, I'm too old and my mindset isn't suitable for that place. Only a young person like you can do it. Besides, it seems that you've cultivated immortality before, so I'll consider it."

"Look, you're wanted now too. If I really wanted to do something, I would have exposed you to the guards long ago, little Shi."

Pan Yang looked at Lu Daoming, who simply smiled back at him without making any further moves. At this point, he truly had nowhere to go, and he didn't have the ability to take revenge.

“I promise you,” Pan Yang said. “I will leave after it is done.”

“Okay, of course, no problem.” Lu Daoming smiled and looked at Pan Yang: “Then you can stay at my place for now. It’s a remote place that guards usually can’t find. In that case, how about you call me Master?”

After a moment of silence, Pan Yang finally stepped forward, his face devoid of any extra emotion: "Master."

Upon hearing this, Lu Daoming's face lit up with joy, and he led Pan Yang to a certain place.

Indeed, it was sparsely populated and remote, and Pan Yang discovered that they were no longer on the planet they had just been on. Instead, this place had no high-tech features and was more like the Xuanling era that had been buried in the long history.

But that didn't matter to him. He only wanted to become stronger and take revenge. He had to kill Jiang Qingyan and destroy the Shi family.

Thinking of this, a hint of murderous intent emanated from him. Lu Daoming patted him on the shoulder and said, "Pan Yang, you must be calm and composed when doing things. Don't be impatient and take it slow. Wash up first today, and I will start teaching you tomorrow."

"Okay." Pan Yang withdrew her murderous aura, washed up and changed her clothes. Her hair hadn't been cut in a long time, and Pan Yang was so pretty that she looked like a little girl. Pan Yang saw the scissors on the table and cut her hair without hesitation.

Finally, he came out with messy hair, which made Lu Daoming burst into laughter, while Pan Yang just waited expressionlessly for him to finish laughing.

Lu Daoming took a deep breath, took out his tools to trim his hair, and it looked much better after the trim. His bangs were now just above his eyes. If you removed Pan Yang's expressionless face, he would look more like a well-behaved and adorable child next door.

"That's much better now. Feel free to browse the books in the study. If you want to know what's going on outside, you can ask me, and I'll take you for a walk," Lu Daoming said, looking at Huan Yang and feeling more and more that he had found the right person. "You should rest well. I'll cook dinner."

Pan Yang didn't speak, but simply nodded and returned to his room. The room was simple, but it had almost everything he needed.

To be honest, he didn't like this place, or more accurately, he didn't like Lu Daoming. Lu Daoming always gave him a strange feeling, an inexplicable sense of danger.

From then on, Pan Yang stayed there temporarily, spending most of his time cultivating or reading books, except for eating and sleeping.

Lu Daoming advised him to take it slow several times, but he pretended not to hear. Even now, he only calls Lu Daoming "Master" when he is in a state of meditation and not moving.

Lu Daoming didn't mind, and only occasionally poked Pan Yang. Compared to him, Pan Yang looked more like an old man.