Quick Transmigration: The Villain is Destiny, the Protagonist Takes a Backseat

"Father, let him go if he wants to escape."

Zhou Xi, listening from the side, felt quite pleased with herself; her plan was being realized step by step.

She never wanted Zhang Zihan to die easily; she wanted him to suffer eternal damnation!

Everyone who crosses her deserves to die!

“You don’t understand, Xi’er. Zhang Zihan’s escape is ultimately a disaster for the Tianyun Sect. Your father treated him like this. If he wants revenge, who in the Tianyun Sect can do anything to him?”

The sect leader deeply regretted not personally supervising the process; otherwise, he wouldn't have let that fool, the Seventh Elder, let Zhang Zihan go.

"Then let him become a rat everyone wants to kill." Zhou Xi smiled sinisterly. "That way, he won't be able to come back, right?"

The sect leader's eyes lit up. "You've come up with a solution?"

“Always.”

Zhou Xi leaned close to the sect leader's ear and whispered a few words.

After listening, the sect leader stroked his beard and exclaimed, "Brilliant!"

*

Ji Qiuzhe and Zhang Zihan traveled for three days before finally finding a beautiful valley to stay in.

This valley is secluded, with wildflowers of all colors blooming on the mountainside, and small animals frolicking around from time to time. It is a wonderful place full of spiritual energy.

During these three days, neither the master nor the apprentice mentioned Ji Qiuzhe's unusual behavior even once.

Since Zhang Zihan didn't speak, Ji Qiuzhe didn't speak either, but he stopped hiding his strength and began to use his vast energy to help his master repair his body at will.

The wounds from the Soul-Destroying Nails heal easily, but the truly fatal ones are the whip wounds, each one striking directly at the soul, making them difficult to heal.

Ji Qiuzhe was burning with rage and really wanted to disregard everything and lead the demon army to attack the so-called number one righteous sect.

"I'm fine."

Zhang Zihan felt a light, fleeting touch on his back, which suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

For three whole days, the most difficult time for him was healing his wounds each day. Not only did he have to take off his robes to face Ji Qiuzhe, but he also had to endure the shame of being touched by him.

Because of his embarrassment, he couldn't bring himself to ask the person why they had kept so much from him.

Ji Qiuzhe did not hide his strength, so Zhang Zihan could naturally sense that this person's true cultivation level was higher than his own.

He had absolutely no need to study at the Heavenly Rhyme Sect, and he wasn't even qualified to be this person's master...

"Master..."

Ji Qiuzhe withdrew his hand from Zhang Zihan's back, but someone grabbed it back.

He sensed something was wrong, looked up, and met Zhang Zihan's eyes, which were filled with a wicked smile.

Ji Qiuzhe: ? ? ?

The change was so sudden that he didn't even have time to notice it.

He tentatively asked, "Master?"

"Little Zhe'er." Zhang Zihan smiled and placed Ji Qiuzhe's hand on his exposed chest.

"Does my body... feel nice to touch?"

[Wow! What happened? It's so exciting!] 003 couldn't see anything, he relied solely on hearing, and felt like he missed out on a fortune.

Ji Qiuzhe, however, felt little joy. The dark version of his master looked particularly exciting, but there was not a trace of sincerity in his eyes.

He continued, following Zhang Zihan's words, "Master, that would be the best."

"Oh?"

Zhang Zihan asked, his tone a mix of reproach and amusement, "Then, do you have feelings for your teacher?"

The way he asked the question made it sound like Ji Qiuzhe was saying, "What, we'll be at each other's throats in the next moment?"

Ji Qiuzhe was ultimately defeated by his master's eyes, which had become calm and serene after experiencing countless trials, and nodded in admission: "Yes, I love my master."

"Hehe..." Zhang Zihan chuckled with great pleasure, then suddenly leaned closer, his lips hovering just short of touching hers. "Then... I'll give you a chance to win me over..."

His breath was sweet and fragrant: "Is it alright?"

A blush spread to the tips of his ears, and Ji Qiuzhe's breathing became heavier.

"OK……"

"Then close your eyes." Zhang Zihan's voice was full of coaxing.

Ji Qiuzhe obediently closed his eyes.

The next moment, a strong wind blew.

He still didn't open his eyes, but he accurately reached out and grabbed the gleaming weapon.

The sharp blade pierced the flesh, and blood trickled down the palm, quickly pooling on the ground.

"Master."

Ji Qiuzhe opened his eyes, saw Zhang Zihan's astonished expression, and sighed, "You may not know, but I understand you far better than you think."

His eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was low and hoarse: "You want to kill me? Why?"

"There's no reason why." Zhang Zihan, having been exposed, simply stopped pretending, his expression hardening with icy coldness, appearing ruthless and indifferent.

"Anyone who stands in my way of revenge must die!"

"Are you willing to?"

As Ji Qiuzhe spoke, he gripped the sharp blade and approached step by step until the tip pierced through his clothes, and dark red blood spread everywhere.

Zhang Zihan's hand holding the longsword trembled slightly, then he stubbornly said, "Of course I'm willing to part with it. You're a treasure in his eyes, but to me, you're nothing."

"Then just kill me." Ji Qiuzhe released his grip and looked straight at him.

Three, two, one.

With a 'clang,' the sound of a weapon hitting the ground was heard.

Ji Qiuzhe stepped forward and took the opportunity to pull the person into his arms. "Since you can't bear to part with him, then I'll have to trouble you, Master, to stay with me forever."

"Let go."

Zhang Zihan instinctively struggled violently.

Ji Qiuzhe did not yield an inch. A red light flashed in his eyes. He lowered his head and clamped the jaw of the person who was moving around, forcing him to accept the punishment for trying to escape.

Whether it's this one or the original one, he can't let it leave.

As the kiss deepened, the person in his arms gradually stopped struggling and instead bit his lips hard.

"Fuck...account!"

Ji Qiuzhe winced in pain, but did not stop his actions. Instead, he took the opportunity to insert his tongue, stirring up trouble.

"I am a bastard, Master, I am a demon."

"You... um..."

Before she knew it, the person in her arms had weakened their resistance, and a pair of hands shyly wrapped around her waist.

"Don't worry... I'm yours, I won't run away..."

The comforting words greatly calmed Ji Qiuzhe's anxious heart. In the instant he regained his senses, he consciously let go of the person in his arms, his expression flustered.

"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean it... No, it's all my fault... I..."

Ji Qiuzhe never imagined that one day he would lose control of his demonic energy because he was too angry.

Before she could finish speaking, a warm hand covered her face. "It's not your fault... it's my fault. I seem to have been possessed by a demon..."

Zhang Zihan clearly remembered that just a moment ago he was flustered by the hand on his back, and when he regained consciousness, he was being held in the arms and kissed by his long-coveted disciple...

When he realized the situation, he was overjoyed; he hadn't expected his feelings to be reciprocated.

But the world changes in an instant, and what he sought was achieved just like that.

If he hadn't noticed that Ji Qiuzhe was acting strangely, he probably would have remained completely absorbed in it...

"No, Master." Ji Qiuzhe hurriedly tried to explain, but the words didn't come out.

How should he tell his two masters about this?

"It's not that I've developed inner demons..."

Zhang Zihan grasped the key point in his words, and pondered for a moment, "So, is there someone else inside my body, or rather, another me?"