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

The crowd stopped punching and kicking and turned to look. A pale yellow figure slowly appeared, holy magic gathering in her palm, which knocked the crowd back a few steps.

She only took a few steps, which shows that her cultivation level was indeed average.

"Junior Sister?" The disciples' eyes widened instantly when they saw Ye Lai. Ye Lai was of noble birth, with a beautiful and charming appearance, and always had a spoiled and aloof air, making her quite adorable.

She's the darling of the group, especially popular among the immortals. The other two immortal venerables also have plans to take her as their disciple, but Ye Lai declares that only the strongest are qualified to be her master.

"Is this how the ancestral teachings passed down through generations of the Immortal Clan have educated you? Qi Mingjue, you and these disciples are bullying an unarmed wounded person. You are shameless."

These people usually obeyed her every word, so she could curse them without any restraint and they wouldn't argue back.

Although she disliked this clown, he was, after all, her future master's disciple, and logically, she should probably call him senior brother.

Qi Mingjue was the senior brother they had just mentioned. He had admired Ye Lai since childhood, but still had no chance of winning her over. He immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry, junior sister. We were just joking around and sparring. We didn't mean to bully this junior brother. Please don't be angry."

Ye Lai actually believed such a clumsy excuse. She asked suspiciously, "Really?"

Qi Mingjue nodded repeatedly: "Of course it's true, you can ask him if you don't believe me." He grabbed Shen Zhaoshu by the collar and said fiercely, "Quickly tell Junior Sister the truth."

Shen Zhaoshu did not answer, but remained silent with his head down.

Ye Lai, feeling agitated, waved her hand and said, "I misunderstood. Since that's the case, you should all leave here quickly. Master hates too many people talking at once, so don't disturb the peace here."

They were unwilling to give up, but they were afraid of upsetting their junior sister, so they gritted their teeth and left anyway.

Ye Lai then stepped forward lightly: "You little clown, you—" But when she saw Shen Zhaoshu's appearance, her voice stopped abruptly.

The boy looked somewhat disheveled, but his eyes remained clear and calm. A speck of dust clung to his straight nose, making him appear a little comical. His skin was fair and his features exquisite, his eyebrows and eyes like those of a landscape painting with blurred background.

So handsome.

Ye Lai stared wide-eyed in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, unable to look away.

Only when he saw the hint of contempt in her eyes did she snap back to reality. Her porcelain-white skin flushed red, and she couldn't hide her shyness. She seemed to have forgotten the initial unpleasantness and stammered, "Are you alright? Little..."

She instinctively wanted to say "little clown," but looking at the other person's appearance, she couldn't bring herself to say it. She looked at Shen Zhaoshu hesitantly and said, "I still don't know your name."

Shen Zhaoshu suddenly seemed like a different person, her starry eyes clear and bright: "My name is Shen Zhaoshu..."

Shen Zhaoshu… She murmured the name to herself with joy, her heart fluttering with the stirrings of first love, and smiled brightly: “Immortal Venerable Wangyue will take me as his disciple sooner or later, so why don’t I call you Junior Brother for now?”

Shen Zhaoshu remained silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned close to her ear, his expression indifferent, his tone chilling: "No, she will only have me as her disciple. If you continue to pester her, I will kill you."

His sudden approach caused the girl's face to flush red. Before she could even smile, it froze on her lips as if she had been doused with ice water.

"Wh-what?" she asked incredulously.

Shen Zhaoshu's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at the white-clad woman hiding not far away.

Ye Lai was momentarily stunned, and it took her a while to realize that the person in front of her was a weak and helpless remnant of the demon race. She stood up aggressively, her face full of anger: "What do you mean by this?"

Ni Qing had been secretly observing from a distance. Everything was fine at first, so why did the female lead suddenly turn hostile? What did Shen Zhaoshu whisper in her ear that made Ye Lai so furious?

Lost in thought, the boy smiled at her from afar and obediently called out, "Master!"

Ni Qing: "..." That little rascal has sharp eyes.

She immediately got into character, taking a step forward with feigned aloofness, and in a moment she was already in front of the two of them, like a white shadow.

"What are you doing?" she asked, forcing herself to speak.

Ye Lai leaned closer, looking aggrieved: "I tried to help my junior brother out of a tight spot with kind words, but he showed no mercy and even threatened to kill me."

Ni Qing then turned her gaze to the innocent-looking Shen Zhaoshu: "What are you trying to help out of?"

The boy's eyes brightened: "I helped Master clean the courtyard, and when they saw me, they insisted I was a demon, and then they started beating me." His eyes narrowed slightly, his mood low: "Master? Am I really a demon? Why don't I have any memories of it?"

Ye Lai muttered to herself, "Naturally, the Immortal Venerable sealed my memories."

But Ni Qing didn't think so. She looked coldly at the cunning fox in front of her, thinking to herself, "You're just pretending."

"You are not a demon, but just a mortal. I don't want to hear the word 'demon' from your mouth again." Her tone was disgusted, as if she hated demons to the extreme.

She had no intention of standing up for him when the boy mentioned the bullying among his fellow disciples.

Shen Zhaoshu lowered his head silently and said with a somber tone, "Yes, Master."

He was overwhelmed by indescribable emotions and felt extremely annoyed. In the blink of an eye, Ni Qing spoke again, but not to the boy, but to Ye Lai, who was wearing a pale yellow dress.

"Ye Lai, you've been learning magic from the Immortal Clan since you were young. Logically, you should call him Junior Brother. With your mediocre talent, why don't you even understand such a simple principle?"

Ye Lai retorted inwardly, "Of course I said that because I want to become your disciple!"

Before she could answer, she heard the white-robed immortal's slightly displeased voice: "Didn't I punish you by sending you to the back mountain for confinement? Why are you here?"

Ye Lai knew things were going badly, and after stammering for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a reason.

On the other hand, Shen Zhaoshu, who had been downcast just moments before, now wore an enigmatic smile, seemingly in a good mood.

When Ni Qing's gaze returned.

He frowned slightly, pressed his chest, his lips were pale, and said weakly, "Master, I'm in so much pain." Ni Qing immediately became anxious.

Could it be that the old injury has recurred?

She touched his forehead with her fingertip, and a faint silver beam of light appeared. After a while, she was slightly speechless: "It's just a superficial injury. If you can't even endure this little bit of suffering, how will you learn immortal arts in the future?"

Shen Zhaoshu remained expressionless, but his eyes were fixed on Ni Qing with an almost obsessive gaze, like a wild beast eyeing its favorite prey, filled with a sinister aura.

His eyes seemed to turn into cold, light-colored vertical pupils in that instant.

"Master's teachings are correct," he murmured in reply.

Ye Lai gritted her teeth in anger, snorted coldly, and stomped away.