Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Several years have passed in the blink of an eye. Pan Yang has learned almost everything, including reading the books in the study at least ten times.

He would often go out alone. Lu Daoming began to put him through some training, sending him to some very dangerous planets. He suffered quite a few injuries and almost lost his life several times. What was more troublesome was that after being seriously injured, he encountered the guards of the Time and Space Administration and escaped death several times.

However, these trials are actually better for him. The people from the Time and Space Administration and the Interstellar Alliance will probably be even more reckless when it comes to a head-on battle.

Lu Daoming looked at Pan Yang, who was almost a head taller than him, and said with a smile, "You're eighteen this year, right? I haven't celebrated your birthday once in the past few years. It's your eighteenth birthday, so we should do it properly. I remember your birthday is..."

"No need," Pan Yang interrupted him. Actually, the day his mother passed away was his birthday. He originally thought that returning home would be a happy occasion for his family, but he never expected it would be the beginning of everything.

"How can that be?" Lu Daoming shook his head. "How about we take the day I brought you home as your birthday for now?"

Pan Yang frowned. He recognized the words, but couldn't recall where he had heard them before: "No need. As for the sword you mentioned, when can I retrieve it for you?" He couldn't stay any longer; so much time had passed, and he sensed someone was waiting for him.

"The sword." Lu Daoming pondered for a moment, lowering his eyes as if deep in thought, then a smile appeared on his face: "It's ready now, but have you thought it through?"

Pan Yang nodded, and then followed Lu Daoming to a cave. Looking inside, they couldn't see the bottom.

“It’s inside. You’ll see the sword when you get there. Remember, you must draw it yourself.” Lu Daoming said with a serious expression. This was the first time he had been so earnest in all these years. “Pan Yang, go in. I’ll wait for you outside.”

Pan Yang looked at the cave entrance, then glanced at Lu Daoming, and a rare smile appeared on his face: "Master, you won't abandon me, right?"

Lu Daoming was taken aback by the smile, then waved his hand and said, "What are you talking about? I'm your master. You'd be lucky if you didn't forget me in the future."

Pan Yang didn't speak, but just glanced at him indifferently before walking into the cave.

Lu Daoming sighed in relief. For a moment, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if Pan Yang had seen through his thoughts. But it didn't matter; he would succeed soon!

The cave was very dark inside. Huan Yang groped his way in little by little, and with each step he took, he felt the surroundings grow colder and colder, a kind of chill that seemed to penetrate his very soul.

Then, a spacious area came into view, with a faint light emanating from the surrounding walls, illuminating the cave. In the very center stood a stone tablet.

A sword was stuck in the stone tablet, running horizontally through it and being chained. The sword exuded a very dark aura.

Pan Yang walked over and finally saw the sword clearly. The sword was silver-white, but there were some strange patterns and symbols in the middle of the sword. The whole sword god exuded a murderous aura.

At this moment, Huan Yang also felt inexplicably irritable. He took a deep breath to suppress his rage, raised his hand to grip the hilt of his sword, and in an instant, a surge of black energy emerged from the sword and surrounded Huan Yang.

A thousand voices echoed in my mind, a chaotic cacophony of resentment and discontent, as if trying to devour Fan Yang, an annoyingly noisy cacophony.

"Why kill us? Let them die! Let them die! We didn't do anything."

"Die! Kill! Pick up your swords and avenge us! Kill those people, no, kill them all!"

"You all deserve to die!"

"Shut up!" Pan Yang took a deep breath and shouted involuntarily. The killing intent in his heart was almost uncontrollable. He wanted revenge, to kill everyone in the Shi family, and to kill Jiang Qingyan.

Pan Yang shook his head, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless pool. He gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled hard, instantly breaking the chains on the sword and splitting the stone tablet in two.

At this moment, the killing intent on the sword became even clearer. It was simply an evil sword. A trace of emotion flashed in Pan Yang's eyes, and he raised his hand to gently touch the blade.

His hand was immediately cut, and blood stained the blade. The blood then spread strangely along the patterns, eventually covering the entire blade. The blood didn't stop; the sword was sucking blood!

The colors of the patterns grew deeper and more alluring; something was wrong with the sword. After trying it out, Pan Yang found himself unable to put the sword down.

He gritted his teeth and looked towards the cave entrance. He now fully understood that Lu Daoming was waiting for him here to use him as a sacrifice for the sword. A smile appeared on Fan Yang's lips, but it did not reach his eyes.

Lu Daoming stood at the cave entrance, waiting for a long time without hearing any movement, and he was somewhat unsure of what to do.

"Master, save me."

Pan Yang's voice came from inside the cave. He was secretly delighted but pretended to be nervous and said, "Pan Yang, hang in there. We can't get into the cave. I'm trying to figure something out."

He silently counted in his mind, estimating that the time was almost up, and hurriedly entered the cave. When he reached the deepest part, he saw neither the sword nor anyone. Just as he was wondering, the white sword was placed against his neck, its chilling coldness penetrating.

Lu Daoming turned his head slightly to look at Pan Yang, who was holding the white sword, and asked in surprise, "Are you alright?"

He immediately realized what was happening: "I'm glad you're alright. What are you doing, Pan Yang? Put down your sword and let's talk this over. Have you misunderstood your master?"

"Oh." Pan Yang looked at him expressionlessly and said indifferently, "Then let the misunderstanding continue. Using you to consecrate the sword seems like a good idea."

"What are you talking about? What sword sacrifice? Why are you doing this?!" Lu Daoming was shocked. Could it be that this person already knew his purpose? No, he had been acting for so long that he couldn't have been discovered. Lu Daoming took a deep breath.

"Put down the sword, Pan Yang. I am your master! If you want this sword, you could have just told me. Why did you have to do this? You really disappoint me." Lu Daoming said with a serious expression.

But Pan Yang chuckled and pressed the white sword against his neck, instantly leaving a bloody mark. The white sword then began to frantically suck blood.

Lu Daoming finally lost his temper and attacked instantly, but Pan Yang was prepared and dodged Lu Daoming's attack, then raised his sword and thrust it down in a backhand strike.

However, Lu Daoming also realized what was happening and pushed Huan Yang away with a palm strike. This time, he stopped pretending and looked at Huan Yang with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Huan Yang, why don't you just properly consecrate the sword? I will help you take revenge after you die."