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

"Wait a minute," she suddenly said.

Shen Zhaoshu's eyes flickered slightly. With his back to her, his gaze was unfathomable. He lowered his eyelids and asked, "Is there anything else, Master?"

Ni Qing casually got off the bed, her inner garment was snow-white, but her exposed skin was even whiter. She walked to his side and made a hand seal.

Although the male protagonist is generally not in mortal danger, it's still best to keep an eye on him just in case.

"Master?" The boy's voice was confused, clear and deep. He suddenly turned around, as if to see what she was doing. Ni Qing was caught off guard, and the distance between them suddenly shrank.

Shen Zhaoshu had a tall and straight figure with broad shoulders and long legs, which made the woman in white look particularly petite. At first glance, one might think she was nestled in his arms.

She looked up in surprise, seeing the boy lazily lowering his head. Before she noticed, Shen Zhaoshu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he curled his lips as he looked at Ni Qing.

Ni Qing couldn't see his face, and since he didn't do anything outrageous, she could only step back.

"What are you shouting for?" she said calmly.

Shen Zhaoshu remained silent, his deep eyes fixed on her for a long time before he slowly asked, "When will Master come to see me?"

Ni Qing frowned, returned to the couch, and asked, puzzled, "Look at you? Why should I look at you?"

The boy tilted his head, somewhat disappointed: "But aren't you my master? When will you teach me immortal arts?"

“Disciple understands. Master is very busy and has no time to teach me.” Seeing that Ni Qing did not speak, he nodded to himself, as if he had made up his mind. “Disciple, shall we go down the mountain?”

After saying that, Shen Zhaoshu turned to leave.

Ni Qing hadn't figured out what to say yet, but she absolutely couldn't let him go down the mountain. In her haste, she could only step forward and grab the black sleeve of his robe, but her tone remained calm: "Wait a moment."

The boy had his back to her, his eyes slightly lowered, his face expressionless. No one would save someone from an enemy tribe for no reason, unless there was something in it for them.

It seems this Immortal Venerable Wangyue also has some ulterior motive. A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips. Since that's the case, then he'll play along!

He turned his head in confusion: "What's wrong, Immortal Venerable?"

Good heavens, they've even changed how they address you. A dark line seemed to appear on Ni Qing's face; her expression turned ashen, and she was extremely displeased.

"I don't mean to withhold your immortal arts, it's just that you're still recovering from your serious injuries, and there are too many people around here, it's not suitable for you to rest and recuperate," she explained coldly.

But Shen Zhaoshu still withdrew his sleeve, seemingly giving a bitter smile: "Immortal Venerable, I'd better go down the mountain. I'm just a cripple, not worth your time, and I haven't even practiced fasting..."

Ni Qing said with a blank face, "That's true. There really isn't anything to eat on Wangyue Peak. If you don't mind, you can continue to stay here. I'll have someone repair your house. If you still mind, then you should go down the mountain."

Her goal was to keep him alive until he grew up and then kill him; naturally, she didn't want him to slip away right under her nose.

As soon as the words were spoken, the boy's surprised voice rang out: "Really, Master? You're willing to let me stay here? Wouldn't that be too much of a bother for you?"

Ni Qing seemed to sense something was amiss and hesitated for a moment before saying, "No." Anyway, she rarely stayed here; she was usually in seclusion. If he wanted to stay, she would let him.

Shen Zhaoshu smiled happily and couldn't resist hugging her tightly again. Before Ni Qing could react, he quickly pulled back, his voice hesitant, "I'm sorry, Master, I forgot again. You don't mind, do you?"

Ni Qing inexplicably felt that there was something amiss.

The boy's smile seemed genuine, indicating that there was something about him that attracted this immortal named Ni Qing, and that it had a significant influence on him.

He didn't dare to push his luck any further, so he knew when to stop, obediently retreated, lightly flew up to a tree branch, and leisurely lay down to rest.

The moon disappeared silently, and countless rays of sunlight pierced through the lush trees. The sky was just beginning to brighten, and a misty haze hung in the air. Even my clothes were damp with dew.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, climbed down the tree, walked to the front of the house, and knocked on the door.

There was no sound from inside, so he simply pushed the door open and went in. The incense and candles had completely burned out, leaving a layer of ash on the table. The bed was cold and empty.

I don't know when they went out.

He was deep in thought.

He couldn't see the Immortal Venerable for a while, so he thought back to the Immortal Clan disciples from yesterday, took the cleaning tools from outside, and began cleaning inside and out.

When the disciples returned, the courtyard was already clean and tidy.

"It's you. What are you doing here?" The leading disciple looked at the prince from the demon race with an unfriendly tone.

The boy stood in the middle of the courtyard, holding a broom in his hand. His black clothes stood out from the others, and he exuded a bloody aura.

He was exceptionally handsome, and just by standing there, his aura was far superior to theirs.

He glanced at them absentmindedly and said sarcastically, "Why can't I be here?"

Those people were furious, but they still rationally looked around to make sure that Immortal Venerable Wangyue was not there before looking at him with disdain.

"None of you demons are good. I don't know what methods you used to make Immortal Venerable Wangyue look at you differently."

"That's right, if you know what's good for you, you'd better leave as soon as possible. We can't afford to accommodate someone as important as you here."

"How can such a cold-blooded race exist in this world, only knowing how to cultivate through crooked and evil methods, utterly shameless!"

Shen Zhaoshu glanced at him, slightly raised his chin, exuding an air of noble aloofness, and said disdainfully, "What? Are you envious?"

The people who were speaking choked up.

"Who's envious? Stop spouting nonsense." The leading disciple, his face flushed, retorted with a string of curses. The disciples behind him were displeased: "Senior Brother, don't waste your breath on him."

"That's right. Since Immortal Venerable Wangyue isn't here anyway, why not teach him a lesson?"

A hint of boldness flashed in everyone's eyes.

That's right. Immortal Venerable Wangyue isn't here right now, and Shen Zhaoshu is already injured. As long as they don't use magic, they can teach him a lesson without him even noticing.

They instantly understood, and aggressively surrounded him, wielding cleaning tools. Without any mercy, they kicked Shen Zhaoshu to the ground and swung brooms at him.

The boy fell heavily to the ground, letting out a muffled groan.

The immortal disciples seemed pleased and said disdainfully, "They can only indulge in empty talk."

"I thought someone as arrogant as you must be incredibly powerful, but it turns out you're just a useless good-for-nothing. How could the Immortal Venerable be so blind as to take you in?"

They showed no mercy, raining blows upon him. The boy curled up silently, his eyes closed, seemingly in great pain.

Soon, bluish-purple marks appeared on the skin beneath the robes.

"Stop! What are you doing?" A delicate yet angry shout rang out.