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

In the still of the night, the words seemed to stretch out infinitely, and the cool breath lingering on the neck seemed to pause for a moment.

The next moment, Shiga slightly withdrew, but his hand inexplicably tightened.

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head under that gaze that seemed to hold pity.

Are you sad?

So that's what sadness is.

Shiga remained silent, and the hand on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder seemed to have been forgotten to be withdrawn.

Jiang Xiyu waited, silently meeting his gaze.

They didn't know how much time had passed, so long that they felt everything around them had faded away, so long that it seemed as if only they existed in the world.

In the midst of the silence, Jiang Xiyu suddenly heard a sentence that made his mind tremble.

"Become my disciple."

Jiang Xiyu looked up in astonishment, somewhat unable to believe what she had just heard.

"Mage?"

Shiga withdrew his hand calmly.

Faced with the shocked and astonished look in the eyes of the person before him, Shiga remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the man's face. Then, with utmost patience, he repeated himself, his tone seemingly devoid of emotion, yet tinged with a soft sigh: "Are you willing to become my disciple?"

It's as if what he asked wasn't just a simple question: "Are you willing to become my disciple?"

That day he knelt before the Buddha, praying for an answer.

However, since the Buddha could not provide it, Nashika resolved to seek it himself.

He forcibly restored his magical power and forcibly reshaped his golden body, only thinking that after leaving the Buddhist cave, he would personally ask him for an answer.

However, on the day he left the Buddhist cave, he was not seen outside the cave.

In that instant, he felt as if even the wind was laughing at his delusional fantasies.

They laughed at him for taking it seriously, for actually believing the claim that he would be waiting for them outside the Buddhist cave.

He thought this person had deceived him once again.

Therefore, he did not want to think about his words, nor did he want to look for his whereabouts.

As night fell, longing pierced through the golden body.

Its countless threads could no longer be contained as they seeped through the cracks.

It revealed the truth to Shiga and brought that person back to his side.

But he hesitated to go in; separated by an open door, he was unwilling to come in.

Shiga then went out.

So, the moment I saw him, it was just one glance.

He understood what greed was.

In the past, when he was protecting the human race, he had seen men and women who were crazy in love.

Even though they had already been destined to be together in this life, they still greedily prayed before the Buddha for the next life.

Now, Shiga finally understood why they were so greedy.

He used to think that the best ending for the two of them was to forget each other after their love in the human world. He would be content if the Buddha could just glance at him through his eyes after he returned to the Buddhist realm.

However, as time went by and their feelings deepened, he secretly thought that if he could treat me the same way I treated him, he would be happy even if he were to be trapped in this mortal world forever.

But when he saw him, his pity and heartache moved him so deeply that his suppressed selfishness was rekindled.

He secretly wanted an answer.

Now, the answer has finally been revealed in the other person's words of concern and in their pitying eyes.

It parted the fog, clearly revealing the deepest part of its heart to Shiga.

Ignoring the suppression of divinity and the coldness of the golden body, she clearly told him: You want to keep him.

You actually still want to keep this person.

No matter where it takes, whether it's to heaven or earth, no matter how many thousands of years, I just want to keep him by my side forever...

As thoughts arose and fell, the faint halo surrounding him seemed to flicker with his thoughts, as if some idea was clamoring within him, demanding that he keep this person even though he was bound by countless shackles.

Shiga lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed, as if trying to see into Jiang Xiyu's heart.

His eyes became as deep and dark as the night, as if, for a fleeting moment, they reflected the image of the person before him.

Shiga held his prayer beads, his tone carrying a hint of something he himself was unaware of.

He said softly, "Cat... take me as your master."

Since this is our predestined fate, I will guide you through the mortal world and lead you to my refuge.

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly into his eyes, feeling as if she had seen the entire world through his gaze.

The shadows of the trees were desolate, yet the night breeze was inexplicably gentle.

As the breeze swept over him, Jiang Xiyu shuddered.

His throat bobbed, and after a long while, his gaze lowered, as if he could no longer find his own voice.

Jiang Xiyu opened her lips, letting out a soft murmur: "I..."

Even if he did initially want to become Shiga's disciple, after experiencing so much, not only had Shiga deceived him, but he had also accumulated sins and found it difficult to sever his worldly attachments.

In particular, tonight he vaguely sensed a most important reason.

This reason made him hesitate and reluctant to sever ties.

How could someone like him, someone who even felt unworthy of himself, truly become a disciple of Shigatse, and enter this pure Buddhist gate?

Jiang Xiyu said with difficulty, "Master, I am a demon."

Shika replied, "The Buddha has no discriminating mind."

Whether human or demon, ant or dust, all are living beings. As long as one has good intentions, one can enter the Buddhist path.

Jiang Xiyu continued, "Master, you now know my identity. I am the Demon Emperor, and I must be responsible for all the demons in the demon realm."

The human race and the demon race are constantly at odds.

He must be there in order to maintain harmony between the two races and to subdue the demons.

Shiga said, "The Buddha will also protect the demon race."

His purpose in coming to the mortal realm was to protect humanity.

Since the Buddha has no discriminating mind, he can also protect the demon race.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a long time, seemingly remembering something of utmost importance. He stared at Shijia for a long time, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to.

Shiga was not in a hurry; he simply watched him quietly.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly: "Master, I, I..."

I have married your evil thoughts.

He tried many times to say those words, but he just couldn't bring himself to say them.

I always felt that if I said it, I would hurt Shiga's feelings.

Although he himself was not sure whether the person in front of him, after regaining his magical powers, still had a heart.

Shiga, however, seemed to see through his unspeakable secret and remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu fell silent, thinking that the person in front of her would wait for her to speak, but she was caught off guard and heard a clear, cold sound, like ice and snow shattering.

Shiga's gaze turned slightly cold as he spoke in a low voice, "You've always known, haven't you? Your wife was nothing more than a wisp of evil thought that I stripped away when I attained Buddhahood."

"The reason I have stayed in this world is simply to wait for an opportunity to subdue my evil thoughts."

Shiga stared at Jiang Xiyu's face, watching his trembling long eyelashes, unwilling to miss any expression on his face.

After a moment of silence, he told him earnestly, "I will definitely take him away."

"The bond between you and him is short-lived."

"To stay together is to go our separate ways..."

The person in front of him refused to look up.

Shiga slowly raised his hand, his fingertips icy cold, and lifted his chin.

"Let go, and you will find freedom."

His voice was flat, as if he were simply using Buddhist teachings to persuade him and lead him to Buddhism.

However, the moment their eyes met, the moonlight poured down, and it seemed as if an invisible cage, restricting only their presence, bound them together.

Shiga was completely unaware; he simply wanted to see himself in the other's eyes. Every bit of restraint between their gazes seemed to be entangled in an inseparable emotion, yet also seemed to be entangled in nothing at all.

Only when his cold pupils reflected the other person's handsome appearance so closely did he finally agree to show him a way out.

He looked into Jiang Xiyu's eyes and, seemingly without any ulterior motives, advised, "Since our paths diverge, then convert to Buddhism..."

I take refuge in the Buddha, I take refuge in me...