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

The person in his arms was slender and light, held tightly. His usually indifferent expression was momentarily filled with panic, completely unprepared for such a thing.

Her narrow eyes suddenly widened, revealing a slightly rounded appearance, creating a stark contrast. It was Ye Lai's angry shout that brought Ni Qing back to her senses.

"What are you doing, you little clown!" She glared at him fiercely, then with a slight flick of her wrist, she cast a spell.

Shen Zhaoshu was already seriously injured, and before he knew it, he was knocked away and fell into a coma.

"This, this..." She glanced at Ni Qing somewhat guiltily.

The latter, with a hint of anger, said, "Ye Lai! Go to the back mountain and lock yourself up. You are not allowed to come out without my order."

Ye Lai gritted her teeth, glared at Shen Zhaoshu resentfully, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Ni Qing rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache. She stepped forward and used magic to heal him. Not long after, he slowly woke up.

Shen Zhaoshu was caught off guard again and hugged Ni Qing tightly, like a leech, but his voice was muffled: "Master, I thought I was going to die."

Ni Qing: "..."

This time she was much calmer. She forcefully pried his fingers apart, her face displeased: "What kind of behavior is this, hugging and cuddling? Don't do this again."

The boy lowered his head, his dejection radiating from the criticism he had received.

"Your body needs rest now, so I won't let anyone disturb you. I'll be leaving now." She turned and stood up, about to leave.

Shen Zhaoshu hurriedly caught up, but dared not hug her directly. With no other option, he could only follow Ni Qing all the way.

"Why are you following me?" She turned around impatiently, her disgust obvious.

The boy lowered his eyes slightly and said quietly, "I want to follow Master. I'm scared to be alone on the mountain, and besides, I haven't eaten for several days."

Ni Qing paused, thinking to herself, "I don't believe you for a second. This isn't some pitiful little thing at all; it's clearly a cunning fox."

But seeing his thin and frail appearance, he remembered that there was indeed nothing to eat on that empty mountain, so he said listlessly, "Then you can come along."

After saying that, he didn't care whether the other could keep up and continued walking. From the mountaintop, only two shadows, one black and one white, could be seen.

Ni Qing doesn't live on this mountain. She has a rather simple courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Cultivators don't care about these material possessions; as long as they have a place to sleep, that's enough.

The disciples were still joking and playing around while cleaning the entrance, but they immediately fell silent when they saw the newcomer, only daring to steal glances at her with amazement and caution.

"Immortal Venerable Wangyue." They bowed, their eyes filled with excitement and respect. But when they saw that there was another person following behind them, their expressions changed instantly.

They had also heard that the Immortal Venerable Wangyue had taken a demonic cultivator as a disciple, and they thought it was just idle gossip, but they didn't expect it to be true.

They inherently hated demonic cultivators, so their contempt was undisguised.

Shen Zhaoshu acted as if he hadn't seen it.

"Step back," the woman in white robes said casually.

They then looked away, and as they passed him, they bumped into him hard, and you could vaguely hear words like "disgusting."

Ni Qing turned around and cast a cleansing spell on him.

The boy's true appearance was finally revealed. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, with superior bone structure and beautiful features. His nose was straight and prominent, but his eyes seemed to be shrouded in black mist, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

Her thin lips were slightly pursed, devoid of color, yet they made her appear even more aloof and otherworldly.

Although he didn't know if his face was good-looking or not, he was relieved to see the other person's reaction; it seemed that he was not bad-looking.

Ni Qing was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses: "I don't have any food here either, but there are pheasants and rabbits in the back mountain. If you are hungry, you can catch them and eat them yourself."

She didn't care at all that Shen Zhaoshu was still injured.

They went straight into the house and closed the door, shutting him out. Their rejection was very clear, telling him to finish his meal and get out.

It wasn't until night fell, and the big, round moon climbed above the treetops, casting swaying shadows, that she prepared to go out for her cultivation.

As soon as I opened the door, I almost tripped over a dark shadow on the ground.

After she saw what it was, she couldn't help but twitch her lips: "What are you doing sleeping here?"

Shen Zhaoshu rested one hand behind his head, his face up, his sleeping posture elegant and noble, and one could vaguely see the shadow of His Highness the Crown Prince. Because it was night, he didn't bother to feign any expression.

His cold eyes stared at her, like those of a cold-blooded viper, yet his tone was extremely respectful and obedient, sending chills down her spine: "Does Master mean for me to go inside and sleep?"

Ni Qing: "..." There's no need to overinterpret it.

"What I mean is, why haven't you gone back yet?" she asked, her head aching.

Shen Zhaoshu curled his lips into a smile, the moonlight casting a somewhat sinister glow on his face: "Wherever Master is, I will be there."

"Whatever." Immortal Venerable Wangyue closed the door with a cold face, even stopping his cultivation.

The young man nimbly rose and found a pond. By the moonlight, he revealed a wronged expression. His eyes flickered, his brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of his eyes lowered, making him look utterly dejected.

He soon found himself laughing. This expression was something he'd never seen before, and it was rather strange.

Then his expression returned to its initial deathly stillness, with demonic energy swirling between his brows and eyes, making him extremely gloomy.

He moved like a ghost, silently arriving at the courtyard gate, holding his breath as he entered. The room was pitch black; he couldn't see the furnishings, only the scent of incense and candles wafting through the air.

He had smelled this scent on Immortal Venerable Wangyue before, so it must be from this.

He walked casually to her bedside.

She was wearing a white undergarment and sleeping peacefully. Her usual aloofness had been softened, making her appear gentle and charming.

He tilted his head, his gaze fixed on her like a child eyeing a toy, and slowly moved his long, slender, white fingertips to her face.

Slowly and ambiguously, he traced her forehead from a distance to the tip of her delicate nose, then paused at her lips, his gaze suddenly turning strange.

Suddenly, my fingertips were grabbed.

Ni Qing had already opened her eyes. She had noticed him the moment he entered, and she had remained silent simply to see what tricks he was up to.

She glared at Shen Zhaoshu, but because of his injuries, she could only shove him and yell, "How dare you!"

The boy timidly stepped back, completely different from before: "Master, Master."

"What are you doing?" Her indifference deepened.

He blinked and said softly, "I thought I was in my own room."

Ni Qing chuckled. "Do you think I'd believe that? It's only been a short time, and you're already trying to get rid of her?"

She said coldly, "Get out of here and go back to your own mountain. If you don't, you can come down the mountain on your own tomorrow."

The boy remained silent for a long while before saying in a hoarse voice, "Then this disciple will go back first."