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

Ji Qiuzhe, who was likened to a beggar, had no intention of protesting and simply lay down to enjoy the pleasure of being a kept man.

Soft rice is good; it's gentle and won't upset your stomach!

That night, as Ji Qiuzhe lay in bed pretending to sleep, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at Li Yu, who was sound asleep after he had coaxed her to sleep, then tiptoed to the suite's small living room to answer the phone.

Little did they know, the zombie king, who possessed a thousand years of cultivation and had excellent senses, had already become awake the moment the bell rang.

He didn't open his eyes, silently listening to the person outside the door making a phone call.

Unsurprisingly, the call was from Zhao Tiansheng.

As soon as Ji Qiuzhe answered the call, he was met with the other party's unkind scolding.

Zhao Tiansheng waited for two whole days, but did not receive any news from Ji Qiuzhe. He waited patiently for another day, but still did not receive any news. Only then did he belatedly realize that he had been tricked.

He tried to contact the communicator that Ji Qiuzhe was wearing in his ear, but kept getting a message that the device could not be found.

In a fit of anger, he tried to message and call Ji Qiuzhe again, only to find that he had already been blocked.

So he found an unfamiliar number and finally got through.

"Ji Qiuzhe, you dare to play this double-dealing game with your grandpa, huh? You don't think that just because I'm a member of the Xuanmen sect and restricted from attacking ordinary people, you can get away with offending me, do you?"

"Let me tell you, I have plenty of ways to mess with people. You have 15 minutes to get to the welfare orphanage. I know you're in Huanan City."

The expected weeping and begging for mercy did not occur; Ji Qiuzhe simply replied with an indifferent "Oh."

He was afraid Zhao Tiansheng would resort to underhanded tactics, but now he felt Zhao Tiansheng was incredibly stupid. Only a brainless villain in a melodramatic script would use such low-level methods to threaten people.

It seems this genius from the Xuanmen sect does indeed possess some skill, and his luck must be quite strong as well. Otherwise, with such a pitiful level of intelligence, he would probably have died countless times over.

Speaking of the protagonist's luck, Ji Qiuzhe, who has been the protagonist countless times, knows how useful it is.

The previous world was an ordinary world, and he was restricted from using any extraordinary abilities, so he was unable to study this so-called luck.

So, in this world, could he try to make it his own?

Thinking this way, Ji Qiuzhe began to look forward to it.

【003, Exchange for a high-level sleep item and use it on Li Yu.】

[Ok, host. 】

003 followed the instructions and sprinkled the sleeping item on the sleeping zombie king.

【completed. 】

Ji Qiuzhe trusted the system's products, so the next second, he used the teleportation function without hesitation and disappeared from the living room.

The familiar presence vanished instantly, and the person lying on the bed opened their eyes without warning…

The one who had already gone far away and unified the country was completely unaware of this.

Thanks to his superpower, Ji Qiuzhe arrived at the welfare orphanage in just five minutes.

From afar, one could see about twenty bodyguards in black uniforms and wearing black sunglasses lined up at the entrance of the orphanage. They were tall, strong, and muscular.

The leader was a slender figure dressed in a flowing gray gauze Taoist robe, with a string of copper coins hanging from his belt, and his hair tied up high with a pure white jade hairpin. This was none other than Zhao Tiansheng.

Ji Qiuzhe concealed himself and did not reveal himself immediately, but instead secretly observed the situation.

Behind him, the figure following closely rose slowly into the air and then stopped moving.

Zhao Tiansheng truly lives up to his reputation as the protagonist, a once-in-a-century genius of Taoist arts in the Xuanmen sect. He is indeed born with a handsome appearance, coupled with the aloof aura he exudes from years of secluded cultivation. Just by looking at his appearance, one cannot help but feel a sense of trust.

Unfortunately, he was born with a mouth, and the words he uttered were no different from those of a thug, and his demeanor was extremely arrogant, which greatly diminished his original good looks.

"Listen up, all of you! When that son of a bitch shows up, tie him up and beat him to a pulp. He dared to mess with me; I won't be satisfied until he's half-dead!"

As he spoke, he pointed to ten more people, saying, "You lot, go inside and kill that old hag who dared to defy me. After you're done, remember to burn her body with the talisman I gave you. I want to grind her bones to dust."

After saying that, Zhao Tiansheng gave a sinister smile.

If Zhou Guanyu knew what he did today, he would probably make a huge fuss about it.

That simple-minded ghost king probably never imagined that the true face of the current generation's number one Xuanmen, whom he had always thought was as pure and noble as a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains, would be so despicable.

These days, in order to maintain a good image in front of him, Zhao Tiansheng has been putting on a very presentable act.

If only some time passes, and the Ghost King becomes completely devoted to him, then no matter what kind of Ghost King he is, Zhou Guanyu will never be able to leave him again.

Zhao Tiansheng had a beautiful dream. Since childhood, he had been dreaming about a childhood sweetheart. The boy in his dream who always liked to call him brother had almost become his obsession. So much so that when he encountered a real ghost, he went to great lengths and disregarded worldly conventions to get his hands on him.

He's a despicable person at heart.

Unfortunately, the Ghost King's ghost was severely damaged. When Zhao Tiansheng saw the jade pendant that he had possessed, Zhou Guanyu was almost out of control. It was only by Zhao Tiansheng spending countless precious treasures to nourish him that he was able to barely recover 30% of his ghostly power.

To fully recover, it would take at least thirty years. No matter how powerful Zhao Tiansheng was, he was still just a mortal with a limited lifespan. He couldn't wait that long, which is why he thought of the extreme method of using the Zombie King to nourish the Ghost King.

Unfortunately, the zombie king, who thought victory was in his grasp, was ruined by the variable that was Ji Qiuzhe.

He could naturally abandon this person and find someone else with a pure yang body to continue the unfinished business, but firstly, it would be difficult to find such a person, and secondly, the zombie king was also a living person in his previous life. If he used the same trick twice, anyone who wasn't stupid would notice the abnormality and become more vigilant.

This is also why Zhao Tiansheng hates Ji Qiuzhe so much.

This was the only method he had found after searching through all the ancient books in the Xuanmen sect, and it was ruined by Ji Qiuzhe.

Zhao Tiansheng even wanted to skin Ji Qiuzhe alive!

Ten bodyguards in black skillfully pried open the door with tools and filed in.

Ji Qiuzhe was not in a hurry at all. He was worried when he left last time, so he made a hand seal to set up a defensive array in the orphanage. Unless the array was destroyed by magic, it could easily hold off a few ordinary people.

Time passed by, and soon 15 minutes had elapsed, but Ji Qiuzhe still hadn't shown up.

Zhao Tiansheng stood there, stamping his feet in anger.

"Where are they? Why haven't they come yet?"

"Damn it, does he think I'm bluffing him?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several disheveled figures suddenly tumbled and scrambled out of the orphanage.

"Aaaaaah! Young master! There's a ghost—run—"

Zhao Tiansheng looked closely and saw that the once imposing burly men were covered in bloody wounds on their faces and bodies. Their once crisp black suits were now tattered rags, and their faces showed signs of shock. The sight was truly pitiful!