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

Shen Zhaoshu looked delighted, her starry eyes sparkling, and she hurriedly put away the medicine bottle.

Ye Lai stared blankly for a while before whispering, "Junior Brother Shen, why don't you join our team? That way, we can look out for each other."

Ni Qing also had the same idea, "That's excellent." It was no secret that Shen Zhaoshu was the Crown Prince of the Demon Clan. Judging from the elders' hatred for the Demon Clan, it was unknown how the disciples would react.

It's perfect that I'm paired with the female lead, so I don't end up in the awkward situation of having no one to team up with.

The boy's expression remained unchanged, but he sighed with regret in his heart: he was about to be separated from his master again. She was always busy with important matters and never took her disciples seriously. She came and went in a hurry, making it impossible for him to hold on to her.

If only my master could stay by my side forever.

if--

Is it possible for Master to only look after him?

His mind was churning with malice, thick malice spreading unchecked, and a pleasant yet eerie laugh involuntarily escaped his throat.

Ni Qing remained expressionless. It seemed the male lead was also quite excited. Good thing she was no longer involved. This world was much more relaxed than usual.

She vanished in an instant, leaving Ye Lai standing there completely bewildered.

She saw that her junior brother Shen, who had been smiling and obedient just moments before, now seemed to have changed completely.

Shen Zhaoshu had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a face as white as jade. He glanced at her coldly with his long, narrow eyes, as if looking at an inanimate object, his pupils icy.

Her dark hair was tied up with a hair crown, making everything else pale in comparison.

He curled his lips into a wicked and eerie smile, his demonic nature kicking in: "Didn't I tell you not to bother your master? Or did I..." He didn't finish his sentence.

He merely glanced at her casually, seemingly considering where to strike. Ye Lai shivered and instinctively lowered her head: "I just wanted to see you... My encounter with the Immortal Venerable was purely coincidental."

For some reason, in Ye Lai's eyes, his demeanor seemed to imply that he meant what he said. Why was he so kind and gentle to Immortal Venerable Wangyue, yet so cold and aloof towards her?

She felt extremely wronged.

Which one truly represents the nature of a young person? She unconsciously leaned towards the latter.

Ultimately, she was a demon, and she left dejectedly.

After Ye Lai left, Shen Zhaoshu felt the air was much fresher. He looked down and saw a delicate white porcelain bottle lying quietly in his palm, filled with a rich fragrance—truly a divine item.

Its cold bottle had long been warmed by the warmth. The boy stared at it intently, then suddenly raised his hand and kissed the bottle with a mixture of obsession and wickedness.

Thank you, my beautiful master.

Before they knew it, the day arrived for the immortal disciples to descend the mountain for training.

There were about a hundred people in the group, each traveling light, carrying only a small bundle and a few taels of silver.

When Ni Qing arrived, Qi Mingjue and the others were fawning over Ye Lai.

Upon seeing the out-of-place black-clad youth, everyone instantly fell silent, staring at Shen Zhaoshu with hatred and disgust.

The boy remained indifferent, seemingly oblivious to these stares.

Ni Qing gestured for him to come over, and he slowly and reluctantly walked up to Ye Lai. As soon as he stopped, he saw Qi Mingjue take a step forward and protect Ye Lai behind him.

"What are you going to do?" He looked a little guilty, afraid that the bullying he had done to Shen Zhaoshu these past few days would be discovered by Immortal Venerable Wangyue, so his tone was slightly weaker.

"Is this the Crown Prince?"

"Are all demonic cultivators this good-looking?"

"What good is good looks? Don't be fooled. Does he really intend to go down the mountain with us for training?"

Whispers circulated around them, each word conveying a deep sense of shunning Shen Zhaoshu.

Ni Qing kept a straight face. She couldn't interfere, so she could only watch the female lead and wait for Ye Lai to speak up and resolve the situation.

But Ye Lai seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at Shen Zhaoshu, showing no intention of asking him to join her team.

The white-robed immortal frowned. What's wrong with this female lead? Wasn't she supposed to be forming a team?

The boy's meek and submissive demeanor made him appear like a down-on-his-luck dog to everyone else.

The girl in the pale yellow dress suddenly met Shen Zhaoshu's gaze and lowered her head guiltily. It wasn't that she didn't want him to join her team.

She had clearly helped him that day, but he showed no gratitude whatsoever. If it were any other fellow disciples, they would have been calling her "little senior sister" long ago.

She even felt resentful towards Immortal Venerable Wangyue; the master and disciple were cut from the same cloth. She was a princess of the human race, how dare they treat her like this?

So it's not unreasonable to make him lose face this time and teach him a lesson, right?

"Ye Lai, stop fooling around!" Ni Qing was truly angry this time, and the pressure of a powerful figure completely overwhelmed her.

The disciples' faces turned deathly pale instantly, but Ye Lai stubbornly glared at her.

Just as she was getting angry, her sleeve was suddenly tugged. She looked up at her side. Shen Zhaoshu looked puzzled, seemingly a little sad: "Master, do they not like me?"

Or you shouldn't make me go at all.

He didn't want to team up with anyone.

Ni Qing's eyes were full of complicated emotions. Don't you know the difference between right and wrong? What are you pretending for?

Ye Lai gritted her teeth and said, "I don't want to team up with him."

Ni Qing almost fainted from exhaustion.

"Since you're unwilling, is there anyone else who is?" Her indifferent gaze swept over everyone, and the disciples huddled in the corner like quails.

The experts at the Mahayana stage were not to be trifled with. Before long, one team raised their hands, their faces pale: "We are willing." In any case, their team's aptitude was quite poor, so adding one more demonic cultivator wouldn't make much difference.

Everyone could feel that the oppressive aura had been removed in that instant, and they immediately felt relaxed.

"Isn't what Immortal Venerable Wangyue is doing a bit inappropriate?" Immortal Venerable Bodhi's voice suddenly rang out. "Forcing others is not the behavior of an immortal."

He arrived riding on a sword, and although he was also wearing a white robe, he was not on the same level as Immortal Venerable Wangyue. Perhaps that was the difference in appearance.

Shen Zhaoshu seemed to be deep in thought, and he glanced at Ni Qing out of the corner of his eye.

The white-robed immortal, resembling a young girl, was aloof and elegant. Her light brown pupils seemed calm and undisturbed, but her brows were furrowed, and her delicate face remained devoid of any smile.

He stared intently at Ni Qing, his possessiveness surging like a raging sea, as if he had never seen his master smile before.

He was incredibly excited to see what that face would look like when it smiled.

Just as Immortal Venerable Xiuchen caught up with Bodhi, he heard the woman's clear, cold voice: "I forced you, so what?" Domineering, nonchalant, arrogant, truly worthy of being called Immortal Venerable Wangyue.

The disciples lowered their heads, silently making up stories in their minds.

Bodhi's eyes widened: "You, you, you..." After a long pause, he finally blurted out indignantly, "You're being unreasonable!"

Ni Qing chuckled.

A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. Ye Lai, a princess, went back on her word, setting her and Shen Zhaoshu up in the middle, leaving her bewildered for a long time.

Immortal Venerable Xiuchen hurriedly advised, "Alright, alright, don't miss the auspicious time. It's getting late, we should be on our way."

Ni Qing: "..." What an unlucky mouth.