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

"Where?"

Zhou Guanyu punched his chest. "Of course your life is more important. Otherwise, why would I risk my own safety to save you?"

"Okay, okay, I knew my little fish was the best."

Zhao Tiansheng held Zhou Guanyu's fair and delicate hand. Even as a ghost, he was not as terrifying as other ghost kings. Instead, his ghostly aura added a touch of allure, making him incredibly captivating.

Zhou Guanyu, blushing, nestled in Zhao Tiansheng's arms, inhaling the man's pleasant sandalwood scent, and closed her eyes for a nap.

He suffered great losses in the battle with Li Yu; the berserk zombie king was an invincible madman.

If Zhou Guanyu hadn't used all his ghostly power to activate the life-saving array left on him by his elder Zhao Tiansheng, Zhao Tiansheng would have certainly died, and Zhou Guanyu would have been annihilated due to the exhaustion of his ghostly power.

Even though he managed to escape, he almost couldn't maintain his ghostly form. Fortunately, the Zhao family head noticed the abnormality in time and asked the Feng family patriarch to intervene. He exchanged countless treasures for the rescue.

Compared to him, Zhao Tiansheng's injuries were much easier to treat.

However, he was only a mortal after all, and his recovery ability was not as fast as Zhou Guanyu's. He was unconscious for almost a month before he finally woke up.

The two hadn't been embracing for long when Zhao Tiansheng watched helplessly as the body in his arms gradually dissipated in his sleep, turning into a wisp of black mist that disappeared into the jade pendant.

"Ji Qiuzhe, Li Yu".

Zhao Tiansheng maintained his embrace, gritting his teeth: "I will tear these two people to pieces!"

"idiot!"

The Zhao family head, who had rushed over, scolded, "You don't even bother to investigate someone's background before asking them to do a favor? Is this how I've always taught you?"

"dad……"

The arrogant look on Zhao Tiansheng's face gradually faded, leaving only a hint of stubbornness.

“I’ve investigated thoroughly. Ji Qiuzhe is a good-for-nothing social parasite. Who knew he had secretly learned some skills and dared to pretend to be someone he’d never been? I can’t vent my hatred without killing him!”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Zhao Tiansheng, can't you think of anything else besides these low-class ideas?" The Zhao family head was exasperated.

"What are you thinking?" Zhao Tiansheng asked defiantly. "I'm already the number one young Xuanmen master, Dad, what more do you want from me?"

The Zhao family head choked, "Anyway, you better behave yourself for the time being and don't provoke that zombie king or that young man surnamed Ji."

"Mmm-hmm." Zhao Tiansheng replied perfunctorily, but the fierce look in his eyes was impossible to hide as he lowered his head.

"Listen to me, would Dad ever harm you?"

The head of the Zhao family looked at his seemingly resigned son with a sense of helplessness.

"The matter with the Feng family has already been scheduled. You need to stay home and practice your Taoist arts these next few days. Don't let anything happen to you and leave this old man to save you."

He sighed as he spoke, saying that he was initially unwilling to get involved in the Feng family's mess.

"understood."

When this was mentioned, Zhao Tiansheng's expression became serious.

Three months ago, the patriarch of the Feng family announced that he had found the tomb of the Feng family's ancestor from a thousand years ago.

The Feng family has a distinguished lineage; one of their ancestors was a high-ranking official of the first rank in the imperial court. Old Master Feng wants to gather all the capable cultivators in the Xuanmen sect to explore the tomb together.

Once the news was released, apart from the four major families, all members of the Xuanmen sect, whether affiliated with a family or ordinary independent cultivators, were eager to make their move and look forward to the day.

Everyone understood that such a tomb must contain countless treasures.

Why didn't the Zhao family and the other two families originally plan to go?

They were well aware of Old Master Feng's nature.

That person never does anything that doesn't pay a price; if you want to share the treasure in the tomb, you have to pay the corresponding price.

In short, the goal is to be the pioneer, stepping stone, and collaborator when necessary for the Feng family to excavate the ancient tomb.

What truly convinced the other three families to go was the rumor that the high-ranking official was a ninth-level Celestial Master in his lifetime.

For the four major Xuanmen families, the treasure in the tomb was not what attracted them to take the risk; rather, the title of Ninth-Rank Celestial Master was what truly attracted them.

As the saying goes, danger and opportunity coexist, and having an adventurous spirit is a virtue that the Chinese people have never changed from ancient times to the present.

Compared to what is possible, all the dangers seem to be trials before success.

The cultivation levels of Celestial Masters range from one to ten, from lowest to highest.

According to surviving historical records, the highest level humans could reach in ancient times was the ninth level, which was the height reached by the ancestors of the Feng family.

In modern society, however, Taoism has declined.

Take the Zhao family head himself as an example. He has been stuck at the peak of the sixth rank for many years and still hasn't been able to reach the threshold of the seventh rank.

Similar to the Zhao family head, the heads of the other four major families are basically stuck at the sixth level. Even the 92-year-old Master Feng only reached the peak of the seventh level five years ago.

However, at the peak of the seventh rank, he was already the number one person in the Xuanmen sect back then.

Of course, Master Feng has not been seen in public for many years, and his current cultivation level is a mystery.

This time, the Zhao family head discussed with the elders and decided that he would personally take Zhao Tiansheng and Zhou Guanyu on the trip.

This is a good opportunity to repay the kindness of Master Feng in saving Zhou Guanyu. If we can find something else in the tomb, then we've made a profit.

One week later.

The long convoy drove along the wide national highway, accompanied by a gentle breeze, and stopped one after another in a flat grassland to set up camp.

Cang'an Mountain is a barren mountain located in western China that has not yet been developed.

"Sister Xiuxiu, when we go into the tomb, stay close to me, I'll protect you."

The speaker was a young man who was nearly two meters tall, with a robust build, wearing a printed red headband, and dressed in a very hip-hop style.

The girl, called Sister Xiuxiu, was dressed in hiking gear, her fiery red hair tied up high, her features bright and beautiful, her eyes lively and expressive—she was a natural beauty.

Tang Xiu made a 'shh' gesture, took a thin twig, rolled up her trousers, and stood in the babbling brook.

In an instant, as if seizing the right moment, he exerted force with his arm and easily pierced a fresh grass carp about six inches long.

"Get it for me."

The girl handed the branch to the young man, then dried her feet and began to put on her shoes and socks.

After putting on her specially made hiking boots, she took the fish and walked back.

The young man chased after her, saying, "Sister Xiuxiu, I promise I'll protect you this time. Please give me a chance?"

"No."

Tang Xiu was getting annoyed by the pestering when two handsome young men walked towards her. She cleverly hid behind one of the men, who had a cold and aloof expression.

"Brother, save me."

Upon hearing this, Tang Lian reached out and stopped the hip-hop youth, who was as tall as a small mountain, and frowned.

"Qian Xiaoman".

With just a soft call of his name, Qian Xiaoman's eager movements stopped, and his burly body slumped.

"Brother Lian, Brother Feng."

Tang Xiu immediately burst into laughter, made a face, and then playfully waved her hand, "Brother, Brother Feng, I'm going to grill some fish."

With that, he ran off with a grin.