Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"Master, my junior sister bought some snacks outside. I thought you probably haven't tried them before, so I brought some for you to try." Zhou Yang's voice came from outside the door.

"No thanks," Pan Yang replied, jokingly implying that the big boss wouldn't eat something a child likes!

“Master, just try it once. If you don’t like it, I can take it away,” Zhou Yang continued.

"..." Ha! You think I'll let you in just because you say that? How naive!

"Master? Master dislikes me. I didn't help much in the lake, but Master did. I..." His tone was somewhat disappointed.

"Stop, come in." Damn it!

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang pushed open the door, holding a small tray with some snacks in his hand: "Master, please try these. If you like them, I'll buy more."

Pan Yang looked at the snacks on the plate, picked one up at random, and found it to be sweet but without any particularly special flavor.

Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang: "Does Master like it?"

"So-so." After all, these snacks aren't anything special.

"What kind of person does Master like?" Zhou Yang continued to ask.

"What kind of person do I like?" Pan Yangqing repeated Zhou Yang's words.

Zhou Yang nodded: "What does Master like?"

Pan Yang looked at the snacks on the plate, picked one up, and casually tossed it back in: "I don't like any of them."

Upon hearing the reply, Zhou Yang paused for a moment before speaking, "It was my rudeness, Master did not like it..."

"Master! Master! Look out the window!" Jiang Meishuang's voice suddenly broke the awkward silence.

Somewhat impatiently, Pan Yang stood up and looked out the window.

He then saw his two apprentices holding something that looked like fireworks.

"Master! Is it beautiful?"

"Master, it's not noticeable during the day, but it looks very beautiful at night."

"..." The original owner's few little disciples were quite annoying.

About five or six days later, it will be over, and I will go to prepare to watch these brats have their duel.

Pan Yang wasn't particularly interested in these things. A martial arts competition was just a name for itself; it wasn't like he was fighting himself.

So, of all the people from the various sects of the immortal realm, only Huan Yang was absent. However, since the original owner of this body was also aloof and disliked such lively events, they didn't ask any further questions.

Zhou Yang, Jiang Meishuang, and Jiang Zhouyu were somewhat disappointed, but they rallied and achieved good results.

All three made it into the top 100, but Jiang Meishuang lost when she was trying to get into the top 50, while Jiang Zhouyu and Zhou Yang unsurprisingly made it into the top 50.

Zhou Yang walked onto the arena, and opposite him was Jiang Feng, that kid. This was going to be exciting.

Although Jiang Feng was arrogant and loved to cause trouble, his magic was quite powerful; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to fight with Zhou Yang and the others all the time.

The sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds gathered.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Pan Yang was lying on a chair with his legs crossed, looking completely unseemly.

001: "Host Zhou Yang is in danger!"

Pan Yang disagreed: "So what if he's in danger? Besides, it would be strange if there wasn't any danger in a martial arts competition."

"Hidden mission: Boat Breeze! Please ensure his safety, or the mission will fail!"

"...Let's just say you want to play, okay?"

You're only telling me this now? Are you kidding me?

"Host Zhou Yang's life is in danger!"

Speechless, Pan Yang could only get up and teleport there with a spell, and what he saw there shocked him.

Currently, they are divided into two camps, and we don't know who the cultivators on our side are from the Black Mist Demon Clan.

It seems the two sides are currently locked in a standoff and about to clash. Moreover, my current position, caught between the two sides, is extremely awkward.

"You guys continue, don't worry about me." Pan Yang patted his sleeves expressionlessly, preparing to make way.

"Master! You've come!" Jiang Meishuang rushed over and grabbed Pan Yang's sleeve. "Oh, you can't leave now. You're such a good disciple."

Pan Yang nodded, looking at the dark, shrouded object. "Where's Zhou Yang? Wasn't he in mortal danger?"

Jiang Zhouyu clutched his chest and walked up to Fan Yang: "Master, Zhou Yang has been taken somewhere by that black mist."

Lin Lin'an: "Junior brother, don't worry."

Suddenly, the black mist burst into laughter for no apparent reason: "Jiang Panyang, it's been a long time!"

Pan Yang looked at the black mist. Did the original owner recognize this dark, shrouded thing?

"Oh, right, you still don't recognize me. But this time, I'll kill you! Kill you!"

The true form is black mist, a demon.

Pan Yang thought he should know what this was. What was the name of the Demon King of the Demon Clan again? Xiahou Zhi.

"Where's Zhou Yang?" I don't care if you want to kill me or not, I'm on my mission objective!

"Your little apprentice, hahaha, guess who it is?"

Pan Yang grew increasingly displeased with Xiahou Zhi. He patted Jiang Meishuang to let go and walked towards Xiahou Zhi. Lin Lin'an tried to stop Pan Yang, but he was too late.

"I'm guessing." He cast the spell directly, and the black mist, which had been arrogant, suddenly became flustered upon seeing the situation.

"Ha, I don't care about your good disciple. We'll see about that, Fan Yang." Then he vanished. Yes, he vanished.

The demons around them vanished instantly.

As for Zhou Yang, he appeared where the black mist disappeared.

Pan Yang went over and checked his breathing. He was still alive, and although he had suffered some superficial injuries, there were no fatal wounds.

This damn system is making a fuss over nothing.

The sudden attack by the demon race startled the cultivators. No one had expected the Demon King to descend to earth ahead of schedule. However, it's alright that he hasn't fully developed yet, but what about the future...?

Afterwards, a meeting was held, and everyone agreed to cooperate in the fight against the enemy and to strengthen the training of the disciples. A few days later, all the sect's top disciples went to the dense forest for trials.

However, Zhou Yang remained unconscious.

Jiang Feng knocked on the door and came in, keeping his head down and not daring to look at Huan Yang, Jiang Meishuang, and Jiang Zhouyu: "I'm sorry, that demonic energy was originally meant to attack me. Thank you, I have some Rejuvenation Pills here, I don't know if they'll be of any use."

Jiang Feng placed a small bottle on the table, bowed, and left.

Jiang Meishuang looked at Zhou Yang anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes: "Master, what should we do? Why hasn't Senior Brother woken up yet?"

“Logically speaking, Second Uncle has already checked and there’s nothing seriously wrong, but Senior Brother just won’t wake up.” Jiang Zhouyu clenched his fist: “If I were any stronger, Senior Brother wouldn’t have been injured.”

Pan Yang walked to Zhou Yang's bedside and lightly tapped Zhou Yang's forehead with his finger: "You all go down and guard the door."

"Yes."

If Zhou Yang remains unconscious, does that mean my mission is complete?

001: "Please do not try to exploit the bug, host!"

Tsk, would a pro be someone who exploits bugs?! Pros rely on skill, okay?

001: Then please, dear host, use your strength to heal him!

"..." A creepy system.

Pan Yang closed his eyes and channeled his magical power.

It's unclear how much time passed before Fan Yang finally withdrew his hand and leisurely left.

Not long after Pan Yang left, Zhou Yang woke up.

Pan Yang slowly walked back to his room, lay down on the bed, and looked like he was about to go to sleep.

In another world, the dark screen suddenly lit up, and a robot's face appeared on it.

"Master, judging from the current progress, the host has not yet fallen in love with Zhou Yang, while Zhou Yang has already subconsciously become attached to the host."

"I understand. It would be strange if he fell in love with Zhou Yang right away. Send me a report on the progress."

"Yes Master."