Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Merit is as vast as the sea, seemingly inexhaustible.

Jiang Xiyu endured it for a while, feeling as if his entire body had been cleansed again, and his cultivation level continued to rise. He gritted his teeth, worried that he would absorb all the merit, and couldn't help but murmur, "No..."

The word was so soft it was almost inaudible.

But the merit seemed to hear it and obediently stopped flowing in.

The countless golden threads formed from merit suddenly receded like a tide, returning to the center of the vortex.

Jiang Xiyu seemed to lose her support in an instant and knelt down on one knee.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, seemingly adorned with golden glints.

Jinglian stepped forward to help him up, asking him with concern if he was alright.

Jiang Xiyu shook his head, his voice low and hoarse: "It's nothing."

Not only was nothing wrong, but he also felt that his demonic body was about to become a saint.

Jinglian sensed the vast merit within him simply by getting close.

He couldn't help but frown, and looked up at the vortex on the top of the Buddhist cave. The vortex was normal, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Even if the little cat demon is a Pure Land practitioner, it is impossible for it to absorb the merits of a Buddhist disciple at this moment.

Moreover, Jinglian was always by his side, and he didn't do anything.

He thought about it carefully, and the only thing he could think of was Jiang Xiyu raising his hand.

With just a raised hand, merit surged forth as if recognizing its master, gently embracing him as if carrying a tender hug.

This……

Jinglian suddenly closed her eyes, counted on her fingers, and discovered that something seemed to have changed in the Buddha Cave.

But those variables were sometimes clear and sometimes vague. For the first time, Jinglian was unsure what these variables were. She immediately opened her eyes and solemnly said to Jiang Xiyu, "This phenomenon may be a sign. Little cat demon, you should enter the Buddhist cave..."

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him and saw that he seemed worried, which made her heart clench.

He did not refuse, but after taking two steps toward the Buddha cave, he suddenly stopped.

Jiang Xiyu, realizing something, turned to Jinglian and said, "The Buddhist cave is protected by restrictions; I'm afraid I won't be able to enter..."

Having guarded this place for so long, he naturally knew that a barrier had been set up at the entrance of the Buddhist cave.

It seems that only those inside can open this barrier.

Jinglian seemed completely unconcerned about the barrier, and simply said, "Go in."

It chose you, didn't it?

Jinglian didn't say these words aloud; he just glanced meaningfully at the sky above the Buddhist cave.

Jiang Xiyu followed his gaze and seemed to understand something. Upon hearing his words, she immediately transformed into a ray of light and entered the Buddhist cave.

Jinglian clearly saw that within that purple light, there were tiny golden shadows.

Although he didn't understand what had happened inside the Buddhist cave, he inexplicably felt that the Buddhist disciple's current practice seemed to require his help.

……

The aura of the Buddhist cave surged, and with each step inside, it was as if a thousand layers of ocean waves were crashing over, preventing anything from getting close, including the merits gathered on the top of the cave, which were completely rejected.

In the center of the lotus platform in the Zen cave, Shiga was no longer in a seated position, but had collapsed helplessly onto the cold floor tiles.

After bidding farewell to his inner demons, he destroyed one practice after another that the Buddha had bestowed.

As his magical powers were restored, so too was the red lotus mark on his heart.

Like embers reigniting, the thread of empathy is reconnected. As the magic power recovers, the perception that belongs to another person, brought about by empathy, becomes clearer and more obvious.

Shiga knew that the faint perception was evil.

Although he did not understand why the empathy for evil thoughts was triggered, he tried to explore his existence through the empathy.

However, just as he was becoming aware of it, the person on the other side of the sympathetic connection suddenly pulled him, leading him into a completely different kind of cultivation that made his soul tremble.

When Shiga opened his eyes again, the scene before him was no longer the Buddhist cave, but another unfamiliar place.

Where is this?

Unlike any ordinary place, it resembles a luxurious palace.

The palace was tall and magnificent, with gauze curtains hanging down like mist.

Shiga pondered for a moment, then casually glanced around. When his gaze returned, he was suddenly startled to find that his monastic robe had vanished, replaced by a pale white gradient dress. The thin gauze was as delicate as a lotus emerging from water, and the skirt was as vibrant as the clouds at the edge of the sky.

Shiga's gaze faltered slightly, and after a moment, he slowly raised his hand from his dress.

Her fingers were slender and her wrists were fair and smooth. The jade bracelet on her wrist swayed slightly with her movements, its luster warm and smooth.

The hand wrapped around his wrist was not a Buddhist rosary, nor was it his hand; rather, it was a hand that was somewhere between a man's and a woman's.

It possesses both the slender strength of a man and the delicate beauty of a woman.

Shiga immediately realized that his soul had been pulled into this body.

And this body must be the hiding place of evil thoughts in the human world.

Shiga frowned slightly and slowly lowered his hand.

His magical powers had not fully recovered, only partially, but his empathy returned.

The evil thought must have been sensed, which is why it took advantage of the shared connection to pull his soul in.

Shiga did not know why he did this, but simply closed his eyes again and tried to sense his own body.

However, this time, he could not sense anything.

His magical powers were not what they used to be, which gave evil intentions an opportunity to take advantage.

As things stand, the fact that evil thoughts could pull his soul into this body means that his cultivation level is currently above his own, and Shiga has no way to escape from here for the time being.

He raised his eyelids and calmly accepted the exchange of their souls.

However, now that he has been placed in this body, the meditation techniques he previously practiced no longer work.

That figure inevitably appeared in his mind again.

Shiga accepted his appearance expressionlessly, and when his eyes were lowered, his long eyelashes seemed to tremble almost imperceptibly for a moment.

However, the feeling that this memory brought to Shiga was very contradictory.

It felt both familiar and strange.

……

At this moment, Jiang Xiyu, who entered the Buddhist cave, was not hindered by the aura of Shiga.

Those scents seemed to transform into a gentle breeze, becoming increasingly tender as Jiang Xiyu drew closer to the Zen cave.

All around was silent, and a light gradually appeared.

Jiang Xiyu quickened his pace and entered the meditation cave, but as soon as he arrived, his eyes widened in surprise.

The person who had been sitting cross-legged was now lying on the ground.

A faint glimmer of light swept by, and Jiang Xiyu's human form appeared.

He flashed over and arrived in front of Shiga in an instant, kneeling down to help him up.

Jiang Xiyu hugged him, remembering that Jinglian had called him in, and seeing him lying on the ground, she thought something had happened to Shijia, and her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Master, Master... what's wrong..."

Worried whispers filled the Buddhist cave, echoing several times, but no one responded.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to use magic to summon someone, the eyelashes of the person leaning against him suddenly trembled.

Jiang Xiyu's hand, which was casting the spell, stopped.

The person in his arms slowly raised their eyes, and in an instant, a faint red light seemed to flash across their pupils.