Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Thunder rumbled wildly in the dark clouds, the howling wind blocked out the sunlight, and the weak saplings were snapped in half and sent flying, while dust rose from the muddy ground.

The sand and stones are dazzling.

About two miles from this forest, the once grand and magnificent Nianxie Palace is now dilapidated, its gilded characters smashed to pieces, lying quietly on the ground.

It is clear that the atmosphere and environment were anything but simple.

The corpses of the black-robed demon cultivators were scattered all over the ground, their blood meandering and converging together like a red stream.

Their wounds were either on their necks or their hearts; some died with their eyes wide open, their pupils still filled with hatred.

"Is everything cleared?" In mid-air, a white-robed cultivator stood atop a spirit sword, his robes fluttering and his hair flying. The man at the head of the group had a gentlemanly appearance, with a jade pendant at his waist, exuding an extraordinary air.

The cultivators replied in unison, "Reporting to Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen, the demons have all been dealt with, and the corpses of the Demon Lord and Demon Queen have been stored in our storage pouches, but..."

The speaker looked surprised and uncertain, and hesitated a bit.

"But what?" He shifted his sharp gaze over there.

The disciple trembled and said hesitantly, "The body of a demon prince has not yet been found..."

This world is divided into three realms: immortals, demons, and humans. Humans are the most vulnerable race, while the other two races live to be a hundred years old and remain eternally youthful. Since ancient times, good and evil have been irreconcilable enemies.

For many years, the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm have been locked in a fierce struggle, with the Immortal Realm constantly being outmaneuvered. The Demons have greatly increased their cultivation through the alchemy they have refined and the unspeakable secret techniques, while the Immortal Realm has followed the rules and sought stability.

They, the demonic cultivators, are inherently licentious and despicable, often committing murder and arson, and harming living beings. If it weren't for the fact that the Demon Lord and Demon Queen were seriously injured some time ago, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly today.

The dark clouds were still churning, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

“In my opinion, we should find and kill them immediately to avoid any future troubles,” another Bodhi Immortal Venerable beside him suggested.

Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen's expression softened before he slowly said, "That's exactly what I was thinking too. Someone, find the remnants of the Demon Clan. When the rain falls, I want to see Shen Zhaoshu's corpse."

At a command, the group flew fiercely on their swords and searched the ruins.

The boy not far away was wearing a black robe, with phoenixes and flying luan embroidered in gold thread, lifelike and ready to take flight. But he was in a terrible state at the moment, with the thread torn and covered in wounds.

His pale face was covered in dirt, obscuring his features, but his prominent brow bone suggested he must have had exceptionally good skin. Hiding in the rubble, he appeared to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old.

Who could tell that he was actually Prince Shen Zhaoshu of the Demon Clan? In fact, he was already 145 years old, but in the Demon Realm, he was still considered a child.

The boy's hand was cut by something, and blood was slowly seeping out.

His gaze was fixed intently on the cultivators and immortals in mid-air, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Today, his entire clan was wiped out, leaving him the sole survivor. But he didn't want to die, so he didn't show himself, watching helplessly as the self-proclaimed righteous spirit sword pierced his parents' hearts.

He was indifferent by nature and not sad, but just glad that he had survived, even though he might be found again.

He gritted his teeth and tried to turn around and run into the depths of the forest, but the oppressive force in mid-air made him unable to move.

Is this the power of a celestial being? He struggled with all his might to break free, while casually thinking, "It's nothing special."

They were right about one thing: demons are shallow in emotion and cold-blooded.

The demonic cultivator beside him was covered in blood, yet he was still breathing heavily. He looked at His Highness the Crown Prince, his fingers twitching slightly, and he struggled to speak, hoping that Shen Zhaoshu would save him.

Shen Zhao remained unfazed, though cold sweat beaded on his forehead from the oppressive aura. He laboriously wiped away the sweat, a black halo gathering in his palm, and mercilessly struck the man's heart again.

Only after the man had completely stopped breathing did he wipe his hands and slowly lift them up.

However, this action was far too obvious, especially in front of a pile of inanimate objects; even the slightest movement could not escape the eyes of the immortals.

"He's here!"

"Help! Shen Zhaoshu is here—"

Excited exclamations came from the cultivators. Ironically, to kill a young demon clan member, there were more than a dozen adult cultivators. This was the difference in strength.

Shen Zhaoshu paused for a moment, then coldly raised his head, meeting the gazes of the two immortal venerables without any fear.

They had all witnessed the boy's ruthless methods; he was even capable of harming his own confidants. The demon race truly was a cold-blooded monster.

They were filled with fear, but thankfully, the demon race is destined to be wiped out today.

When Bodhi Immortal saw him come out, he smiled and said, "If you kneel down before us, we might consider sparing your life."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the boy knelt down with a thud, his meaning crystal clear. Even Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen shook his head: "He has no pride."

Shen Zhaoshu could only laugh. What was pride? Was life more important? Although he might still not escape death today, he still chose to give it a try.

Immortal Venerable Xiuchen shook his head and sighed again, but his tone was very firm. He slightly flipped his hand, and the huge fluctuation of spiritual power made everyone present show awe.

The masters of the entire Immortal Realm can be counted on one hand: one is Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen, who enjoys music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs; and the other is Immortal Venerable Bodhi, who is carefree and irresponsible.

And the most powerful, the most aloof and ruthless Immortal Venerable Wangyue.

She is incredibly powerful and renowned throughout the Three Realms. She is single-minded in her cultivation, and even two Immortal Venerables combined might not be able to defeat her.

She was extremely dedicated to cultivation, even at her strongest, she would still exert all her strength, thus requiring her to go into seclusion from time to time. However, she disliked fighting and killing, so she did not participate in the recent extermination of the demon clan.

"Your Highness, we are seeing you off on your journey," Xiu Chen said gently and politely, remaining composed and mature even when uttering the most terrifying words.

Shen Zhaoshu stared at the immense spiritual power without blinking. He wasn't afraid of death; he simply didn't want to die.

The young boy showed not a trace of fear, which I found regrettable.

The spiritual energy surged forth, carrying the destructive power of thunder, and its killing intent was particularly evident.

He closed his eyes, using all his magic power to resist at the last moment. The collision and friction between the white spiritual energy and the black magic power almost blinded those present.

What's frightening is that, even though he is still young, he has a faint but palpable aura of confrontation with the Celestial Venerable's half-power.

Xiu Chen's eyes darkened: "This person is even more outstanding than his parents." He exerted his strength, using eighty percent of his power.

The force exploded instantly, and Shen Zhaoshu was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood unexpectedly.

"He's still not dead. Looks like Xiu Chen's been slacking off lately," Bodhi joked.

"That's right. I found a good book the other day. I'll show it to you another day," Xiu Chen said gently.

Bodhi retreated as if he had seen a poisonous snake: "I am not worthy of such a sight."

The two were chatting so casually that any outsider who saw them would surely be astonished. The Demon Prince was seriously injured and lying on the ground, yet they were indifferent, making them seem more like demonic cultivators.

"Let me do it," Bodhi said with a grin, as he unleashed a tremendous surge of spiritual energy towards the dying boy.

Shen Zhaoshu was prepared to die and was in a state of confusion.

At this critical moment, a white jade hairpin, imbued with unstoppable spiritual power, shot out diagonally, easily neutralizing the attack.

The woman's voice was indifferent.

"stop."