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

Is he really that important to you?

After a faint sigh, the person before him always answered with silence.

For Shiga, such silence was tacit agreement; the other party had tacitly accepted everything that Shiga was unwilling to accept, whether it was the affection or the choice he had given her.

Between Buddhism and worldly life, between himself and evil thoughts, this person will always choose the latter.

Shiga was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The oppression of divinity pierced his heart, until the pain became almost numbing.

Shiga looked at the person so close to him and gently rubbed his fingertips together.

It seems like a depiction, yet also like something reluctant to part with.

After a long while, he closed his eyes, as if he had finally run out of options, or as if he were saying to himself, "That's enough, that's enough..."

"Since you are unwilling, why should I force you?"

As Shiga spoke, he released Jiang Xiyu's shackles.

The warmth on his face and the breath that enveloped him vanished abruptly, and Jiang Xiyu suddenly looked up, his eyes reddening.

There was some distance between them.

Shiga remained calm, so calm that it seemed as if all the words and interactions he had just exchanged were illusions created by Jiang Xiyu in her grief.

His eyes were like stagnant water that was gradually drying up; Jiang Xiyu could no longer see her own reflection in them.

Jiang Xiyu called out softly, lost in thought, "Master..."

Shiga's aura was solemn and cold, and the mark on his forehead glowed with a faint golden light, like a restriction. His eyes were indifferent and distant, carrying an intimidating presence that did not allow anyone to desecrate him.

He looked away, his gaze drifting into the thick darkness of the night, seemingly unfocused.

Much later, Jiang Xiyu heard him speak.

He said, "You've been married to him for many years, so there are some things I need to ask you."

Jiang Xiyu was slightly taken aback, somewhat puzzled, but still nodded and said, "Please speak, Master."

Shiga gazed silently into the distance, his tone calm: "When did you meet him? When did you become inseparable?"

"After coming to my side, have you hidden anything else?"

When did you find out his identity?

"Were you aware of or involved in the two acts of calamity committed by the human race?"

"Never speak falsehoods before the Buddha."

Every question was utterly devoid of emotion.

Jiang Xiyu pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then told the whole story of how he met Yuejia, including the questions Shijia asked later. When he answered, he told the whole truth.

Aside from his identity and the matter of Yuejia, he no longer concealed anything else.

As for when he learned of Yuejia's identity, Jiang Xiyu could only say that it was when he first saw Shijia at the Immortal Cultivation Sect that he felt they looked too alike. It was only after Shijia told him about the evil thoughts that he figured it out on his own.

Jiang Xiyu was indeed unaware of the chaos involving the human race, nor did he participate in it. However, regardless of the circumstances, it is true that he hindered Shiga and protected Yuejia when they returned to the demon realm later. Jiang Xiyu was honest about this.

However, as he spoke, his voice gradually weakened.

For some reason, the more he talked about Yuejia, the more his heart trembled. After finishing, Jiang Xiyu subconsciously said, "Master, please forgive me..."

Shiga listened quietly, seemingly with a calm and composed mind.

Since you did not participate, you have not been tainted by sin.

Since it was caused by him, he should ultimately be the one to understand it.

Shiga withdrew his gaze and quietly focused on Jiang Xiyu.

He stared into Jiang Xiyu's golden eyes for a long while before speaking coldly, "You have made your choice. Since you will not join my Buddhist sect, then return to where you... belong..."

In the daze that the words had just left his mouth, Jiang Xiyu felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

He stood there, stunned, as if he hadn't reacted yet, or as if he couldn't believe what he had heard, and dared not try to fathom the meaning behind Shiga's words.

Should we send him back to where he belongs?

What does it mean?

He had planned to leave the Compassion Temple once Shiga regained his magical powers and returned to their former state. But he never imagined that these words would one day come from Shiga's mouth.

But why not?

If he is unwilling to become Shiga's disciple, what right does he have to stay here?

A sharp pain suddenly spread through Jiang Xiyu's heart. He stared blankly at Shijia, somewhat at a loss, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Shiga didn't look at him, a barely perceptible bitter smile playing on his lips.

He said softly, "Didn't you already plan to leave?"

In the moment of empathy, he promised his body, and the evil thoughts that were taking over his body, that he would leave after everything here was over, and stay with 'him' forever.

Now, he has made his choice.

Shiga repeatedly reminded himself: things in this world cannot be forced.

I will no longer force you to stay...

He feared that if he insisted on staying, he might become so consumed by lust that he would do things that hurt him or even possess him.

He now appears to have regained his magical powers, with a golden body and no perception of anything, but that is merely a temporary state of calm he maintains.

On the surface, it was as calm as still water, but beneath, undercurrents were already surging.

In fact, his forced restoration of himself was merely an attempt to suppress himself by using the golden body.

Because of his worldly desires, he developed the seven emotions and six desires. Because of empathy, he also developed the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, and he also had feelings for Yuejia in his heart. Therefore, his current greed for the person in front of him and his greed for love are like a fire burning in the forest.

Those dark emotions sprouted and spread rapidly like wildfire, causing indescribable harm to himself and to those he sought.

If this person continues to stay by his side, as his obsession deepens, he will find it increasingly difficult to let go.

When the time comes for the other person to leave him, he worries that he might not be able to let him go because of these overwhelming emotions, or even prevent him from ever leaving him again.

If he's willing...

But in the end, he still refused.

Throughout his long life in Shiga, he has witnessed too many unfulfilled desires. Now, he too is suffering because of these four words, and is even more miserable than ever before.

No matter what struggles he was going through at that moment, his heart remained still.

He knew perfectly well that this person's heart and feelings were devoted to evil.

He doesn't belong to him, and he isn't 'him' either.

Jiang Xiyu shook her head; her emotions were too intense, causing her physical discomfort.

He had just woken up from the Buddhist prayer beads and hadn't fully recovered yet; he felt pain all over his body.

However, he couldn't care less about anything else; all he wanted to do was explain to Shiga.

But after opening his mouth for a long time, he found his words extremely inadequate, so Jiang Xiyu wanted to step forward and grab his sleeve.

Shiga indifferently avoided his outstretched hand and took a step back.

The floating clouds had dispersed at some point, and the moonlight illuminated his icy profile.

Shiga gripped his prayer beads tightly, his tone turning cold: "You may leave. There's no need for you to stay here any longer."

He paused for a moment, then closed his eyes slightly, his voice as light as falling snow: "If you are unwilling to become my disciple, then... our fate ends here."