Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

His senior brother died, his master died, and his junior sister was kidnapped and her fate was unknown, leaving him all alone.

Lying in the side room of the Qingyun Sect, his face was pale. The sect was heartbroken when they learned of this and came to visit him in person, offering words of comfort and regret, but Xuan Shen only felt that it was hypocritical.

They say they're sad, but who knows what they're really thinking?

He had long seen through the true nature of the amiable and easygoing sect leader, who was hiding a mad jealousy. He was jealous of his junior brother, the former sect leader candidate and the renowned Xuan Du Immortal Venerable.

Born in the palace at a young age, as an unfavored prince, his greatest skill was reading people's expressions and understanding their hearts.

After going through the matter, I understood everything.

It was nothing more than the scheming of a group of selfish and petty people. The demon race set a trap to eliminate their greatest threat, Xuandu. The sect leader, consumed by jealousy, used his foolish junior sister to coerce Xuandu into protecting him. Other sects were the same, enjoying the peace protected by Xuandu while fearing his strength. They acted according to the situation. These people forced the peerless and elegant master to his death and also killed his beloved senior brother.

This world is absolutely awful.

He also hated himself for being a useless person; if it weren't for saving him, his senior brother wouldn't have died.

In the palace, his mother, from a humble background, was not well-liked, and consequently, he was also not favored. His mother was also angry at his lack of ambition and would beat and scold him. People in the palace were used to opportunism, and after living in the palace for so long, he only knew that to survive in this cannibalistic palace, one needed to be rich and powerful.

The most fortunate thing in his life was when he was twelve years old, he secretly left the palace to open a restaurant, but his colleagues sent people to ambush him on the way. When he was desperate, Xuanqing appeared and saved him.

He just said a few pitiful words and said he would take him away if he was willing. He just replied jokingly, "I am the third prince of Jiayu Kingdom. If you want to take me away, you have to see the emperor first."

A day passed, and he, who had never been paid attention to before, was summoned by his father, the emperor. He bowed his head to thank him for the imperial decree, vaguely guessing what was going on, but then denied it. Who would go to such lengths for a child they had only met once?

Upon arriving at their destination, the Emperor affectionately called him "My Son." Standing beside him was Xuan Qing, who concealed the emotions in his eyes. "My Son?" Perhaps the Emperor had forgotten his name, or perhaps he had completely forgotten that he even had such a son.

Looking up at Xuan Qing, who was dressed in green robes and had dark hair, he possessed an extraordinary air. Anyone of such status as the ruler of a country must be exceptional.

Then, under his father's instructions, he followed Xuanqing to the Qingyun Sect, and with Xuanqing's help, he became a disciple of Xuandu.

A huge weight that had been pressing down on him was finally lifted, and he breathed in the fresh air, enjoying a rare moment of freedom. His feelings for Xuan Qing also began to stir inexplicably.

Fifty years later, a letter arrived from the palace, informing him that his mother was critically ill and had little time left, urging him to return immediately. He hadn't heard from the palace in a long time and was momentarily disoriented. Everything before seemed like a distant memory. He vaguely knew that after he became a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, his father was extremely honored, and his mother was also favored and granted the title of Consort. After the emperor's death, she became the Dowager Consort. With his connections, she lived a very leisurely life in the palace.

Upon hearing this, Xuanqing was very concerned and accompanied him back to the place where he had grown up. Although he had forgotten what his mother looked like, listening to her express her longing for him and watching her take her last breath, he felt unusually downcast. His former elder brother had been very polite to him, but in a bad mood, he casually gave him a few spirit array plates and left.

He rode his sword straight up into the clouds, looking down at the palace that was getting farther and farther away from him. He thought he would probably never come back.

The things unattainable in youth can imprison a person for life, but they can also be resolved by a single event or scene. Looking up at Xuan Qing in front of him, he felt relieved and a relaxed smile appeared on his face. It was time for him to let go of the past.

Giving up his original surname and adopting Xuanqing's surname can be seen as looking towards the future.

However, Xuanqing was an orphan. Xuandu found him during his early travels and gave him the name. He discovered that Xuanqing had a natural talent for swordsmanship and took him as his disciple. In general, he and Xuanqing actually took Xuandu's surname.

The person he cared about most was Xuanqing. Compared to Xuandu, who was always traveling around or in seclusion, Xuanqing was the one who accompanied him as he grew up and became familiar with him.

Later, Xuan Du brought back his junior sister, and Xuan Qing took good care of her, just as he had taken care of her before, which made him very unhappy.

He disliked his junior sister.

He also discovered that as long as he pretended to be angry, Xuanqing would immediately notice his mood was off and take the time to coax him. In daily life, he would also pay attention to treating him equally. This was his little trick, which always worked.

His tenderness and favoritism made him addicted.

I slowly woke up, looked around, and gave a bitter smile. I had actually dreamt about what happened before, even though...

He was depressed for a long time, immersed in regret and sadness every day, and then someone came to him.

Ji Ci, the disciple of his silly junior sister, said he wanted to save his master. If his master died, he would avenge him.

revenge.

These two words struck his heart. He slapped himself hard. Yes, his senior brother was killed, his master was murdered, and his junior sister's fate was unknown. He had no time for sorrow and tears.

Revenge! They will not let any of the demons, Han Ziyan, or anyone who harmed them go.

He then used his most proficient methods, flattering and currying favor to climb the ranks while secretly sowing discord between the human and demon races.

Considering the demons, he thought of something that happened many years ago when the demon cultivators joined forces with the demons to capture cultivators from all over the place. He encouraged Ji Ci to bravely break through his inner demons and then used this as an excuse to negotiate with the demons.

The Demon Realm is a desolate place with scarce food. They accidentally discovered that spiritual food has abundant energy that can soothe the restlessness of demonic energy. Even more amazing is that the weeds that are everywhere in the Demon Realm can be turned into delicious food after being processed by food cultivators. They want food cultivators, but they want the ability to do so even more.

The demons swore an oath to the heavens, and he instructed Ji Ci to teach him how to prepare spiritual food, in return for the demons no longer harming or invading the human race.

The demons readily agreed. They were a bit crazy, but not superhuman. Who likes fighting and killing all day long? Delicious food is the best.

With the help of Xuan Shen, Ji Ci quickly filled the vacant position of Sword Peak Master with his exceptional talent and profound understanding of sword intent, gaining a voice in the Qingyun Sect that was no less powerful than that of the sect master.

After more than a decade of painstaking planning, and feeling the unease and unrest among those around him, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. After waiting so long, he was finally about to achieve his goal.

Fueled by hatred, the two races had long since grown to loathe each other. On the day the great battle was about to begin, he changed into a blue robe and took his place in the rear.

Ji Ci did not disappoint him, displaying the aura of "killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace for a thousand miles", which was somewhat similar to his master.

Ji Ci was responsible for confronting Han Ziyan. He stood still and scattered a stack of talismans before disappearing and rushing towards the Demon King's Palace. The spot where he had been standing was now occupied by a group of demonic beasts with blood-red eyes.

With the great battle imminent, the demon servants guarding the Demon King were all transferred away, allowing him to easily enter the main hall. When Han Ziyan announced the Demon Queen, he was both worried and anxious, but thankful that his junior sister was still alive. He kept his promise to his senior brother.

What worries me is that although my junior sister is foolish, she has a very clear sense of right and wrong. For her, right is right and wrong is wrong. She is not the kind of person who would be in a loving relationship with her enemy for the sake of love. It is only possible that Han Ziyan did something to her. But thankfully, she is still alive, and there is still hope.

The moment he saw his junior sister, he knew what Han Ziyan had done: illusion.

The fox demon clan is skilled at bewitching people's hearts. Han Ziyan perfectly inherited the bloodline of the demon king and used illusion magic to tamper with blurred memories, pretending to be a star-crossed couple who would overcome all difficulties to stand together.

Hmph, how ridiculous.

He fooled others, and he fooled himself.

After examining her, Xuan Shen pressed down on his stubbornly resisting junior sister, placed his hand on her forehead, and with a thought, the confusing mist dissipated, his eyes regained their clarity, and he saw the truth of the small world that had imprisoned her.

She forced a smile, her eyes crinkling slightly. "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Xuan Shen glanced at her pale face and rolled her eyes. "If you don't want to laugh, then don't."

Han Ziyan was no match for him, but he refused to back down because of his status. Knowing that his master had been kidnapped, he pretended to approach him and then self-destructed his primordial spirit. In the end, he also tricked a large number of innocent disciples.

Despite opposition, Ji Cixuan brought Qilian Wu back to the Qingyun Sect, but he was deeply troubled and unwilling to see anyone.

On a lonely night, when his junior sister collapsed in front of the door, he remained silent for a moment before stepping forward. The person on the ground was already lifeless.

He was a cultivator, how could he not sense the changes around him? She had noticed them the moment she stepped out.

"How foolish! Death is nothing but dust to dust, and those left behind are the most pitiful."

With no one around, she murmured softly, her voice faint and distant, "No, she's still quite clever, shifting all the blame back onto herself."

Carrying her body to the summit of Jianfeng Mountain, where a tall peach tree leans against a cliff, the moon shines brightly at night, making the scenery exceptionally beautiful. Upon reaching the peach tree, there are already two stone tablets.

Standing next to the stone tablet, he didn't use his spiritual power. He used a hoe to dig little by little, then buried it with soil, carved words on the new stone tablet with a knife, and then carefully inserted and straightened it.

Leaning wearily against the peach tree, watching the pale moonlight spill onto the bluish-brown stone tablet, I unexpectedly recalled a fantastical story I had heard in my childhood.

The story goes that a woman, heartbroken over a failed love affair, hanged herself from a tree in front of her courtyard. When her spirit returned at midnight, some people saw the tree transform into the woman's appearance to take revenge on the man who had betrayed her.

It is said that all things have a spirit. The bones slowly turn into nutrients and are absorbed by the trees. The person has long since disappeared, but the peach tree is still full of vitality. Isn't this another kind of survival?

--Now

Xuan Shen suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. Xuan Qing, who was meditating beside him, asked him what he had dreamed about that made him so flustered.

Xuan Shen saw that the empty space in his heart seemed to have been filled, and he felt warm and cozy. He opened his mouth to explain, but only a blurry image remained in his mind. He smiled at Xuan Qing and said, "I just had a nightmare. It scared me to death."

She got up again, grinned mischievously, sat cross-legged next to Xuan Qing, and said coquettishly, "Senior brother, you scared me so much, can you comfort me?"

Xuanqing gently tapped him on the head, "You have no manners."

Xuan Shen cried out and covered her head, then looked into Xuan Qing's eyes, "It hurts so much, Senior Brother, you hate me so much."

Xuanqing found it strange. He was usually quite witty, but today he was unusually affectionate. She sighed, took out a piece of milk candy from her pocket, and handed it to him, saying helplessly, "Just trying to coax you."

Xuan Shen chuckled. His senior brother was really cute. He wasn't like he was when he was a child, where a piece of candy could easily appease him.

[Mission complete, bonus mission complete. Want to leave the small world?]

'no'

Moon Mist stayed in the small world for a long time. She had already completed her mission, but thinking that it was rare to encounter such a fun world, she decided to play until she was satisfied before leaving.

Lately, she has been most keen on asking Xuanqing to accompany her to find medicinal herbs. Ji Ci has been researching medicinal cuisine, but some of the ingredients are hard to find. As soon as she hears that there is something delicious, she immediately takes the initiative to search for it. Afraid that she can't find it, she also asks Xuanqing, who has the kindest personality, for help.

She went to find Xuanqing early this morning. She had already made a plan and planned to go to a more distant place to look for him today.

But when she arrived at the door, she didn't see her senior brother waiting. She called out a few times but no one answered. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard a faint sobbing sound. Fearing that something had happened to her senior brother, she immediately kicked the door open and went in.

Then he froze on the spot, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. Wait! Why are they kissing?!

And these two people look so much like her two senior brothers!

Lost in thought, remembering the awkwardness between the two of them earlier, she suddenly realized what had happened, and embarrassedly closed the door and left.

"Excuse me, please continue, senior brothers."

As they left, they could still hear Xuanqing's tsk-tsk and Xuanshen's pleas for mercy.

Through this incident, she also realized the similarity between Xuan Du and Xuan Shen, not in appearance, but in behavior.

Approaching Xuan Du, wanting to ask for clarification, Xuan Du was initially taken aback, then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "You only just realized? You're even slower than I thought, little darling."

This time, he didn't call him "disciple," but rather by his nickname.

For the first time, Yuewu looked him in the eye. She clearly saw the burning passion in his eyes, which scorched her heart. She understood his attitude. Her black feathers drooped, then she lifted her eyes and smiled, "Master, do you want to be with me?"

She is still looking forward to being in a relationship, and she has no objection if the other person is him.

Xuan Du smiled, his cold face melting like ice. "Alright, it's my honor."

The group's interactions remained the same as before, except that Yuewu and Xuanshen's bickering never stopped. The two elementary school kids argued with each other, forcing Xuandu and Xuanqing to mediate between them.

It was a time that was both joyful and noisy.

Only after Ji Ci ascended to heaven did Yue Wu reluctantly withdraw, truly unwilling to part with him.