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

Shen Zhaoshu lowered his head, looking weak and timid: "But I don't need any beast cores... I have no cultivation at all, so they won't be of much use to me."

Qi Mingjue's expression turned cold, but he still forced a smile and put his arm around his shoulder: "It's me who needs the beast core. I want to give it to my junior sister as a gift. After all, she's someone I've liked since I was young. Doesn't my junior brother have someone he likes yet?"

"The person you like?" Shen Zhaoshu suddenly looked up, his timid and self-conscious demeanor vanishing instantly, as if he had become a different person. His dark eyes stared at him intently, excited and curious.

Seeing him like this, Qi Mingjue felt a chill run down his spine and looked at him strangely: "You're so old, don't you have a girl you like yet?"

Shen Zhaoshu seemed thoughtful, but still spoke with some difficulty: "What is 'liking'? Is it like what you and Ye Lai are like?"

The tone was blatantly disdainful and unbearable to look at.

Qi Mingjue gave a vague answer: "More or less."

The boy in black suddenly relaxed, a bright smile spreading across his face: "Then I don't have a woman I like." Does liking someone mean losing your intelligence? How terrifying. A huge weight was lifted from his heart in an instant.

Qi Ming couldn't believe it and tentatively asked hesitantly, "Tell me honestly, are you impotent?"

Shen Zhaoshu: "? Are you sick?" He couldn't keep up the act any longer and retorted coldly.

The other person thought he had hit a nerve: "If you weren't impotent, how could you not have someone you like? Don't you have any desire for beautiful women?"

The boy blinked, and a white-clad figure inexplicably appeared in his mind. She stood there quietly, indifferent and aloof.

He smiled and said, "I still have desires." Ni Qing was his desire.

Qi Mingjue nodded, then suddenly remembered his purpose, and said with a hint of threat, "Are you going or not? If you help me today, I'll help you with beast cores when you need them."

No way, today is your death day.

Shen Zhaoshu surprisingly agreed.

Qi Ming didn't think much of it and led the way. If he glanced back even slightly, he would see that the Demon Prince had a playful expression on his face, showing no sign of fear, as if he knew exactly what was about to happen.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and there were few people traveling. To avoid arousing suspicion, Qi Mingjue took Shen Zhaoshu and flew away on his sword.

The Gale Forest is the largest forest in the vicinity, with brightly colored plants that are highly poisonous; even the leaves of the large trees are black.

Looking down from above, it appears as a giant shadow floating in mid-air.

It was eerily quiet inside, without even a bird chirping.

Qi Ming had a bad feeling about his decision. Although he had reached the Golden Core stage, he was still not confident that he could escape unscathed from the siege of spirit beasts.

Or we could just throw him down there.

Thinking of this, his eyes instantly turned ruthless.

Just as he was about to reach out to the boy in black, the spirit sword suddenly went out of control and began to shake.

"W-what's going on?" He was shocked and hurriedly activated his magic, but still couldn't maintain his balance. Shen Zhaoshu shook his head innocently, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Could it be that his cultivation level is too low, which is why he can't continue to control the sword?" he asked naively.

Qi Mingjue was furious and immediately sneered, "I am a Golden Core cultivator, how is my cultivation level low? You wouldn't understand even if I told you, you little piece of trash."

He completely shattered the facade of his previous amiable demeanor.

Just as they were talking, a gust of wind came from the wind, and the two of them lost their balance and fell down.

Falling from mid-air will either kill or cripple someone, especially for an ordinary person like Shen Zhaoshu who has no cultivation.

After much deliberation, the young man resolutely pulled Qi Mingjue over to be his scapegoat, despite Qi Mingjue's horrified and distorted gaze.

Qi Mingjue shouted out a sentence with extremely high "motherly" connotation in mid-air.

He tried to struggle, but Shen Zhaoshu's grip was incredibly strong, and he, as a Golden Core cultivator, was completely unable to resist.

He could only watch helplessly as he crashed to the ground in a sorry state, while Shen Zhaoshu, just before landing, suddenly flipped over, like a nimble black cat, lightly touching his back with her toes.

With one hand gripping the thick branch, he used the leverage to land gracefully and calmly on the branch.

Fortunately, Qi Mingjue was a cultivator; otherwise, this fall would have resulted in a severe injury.

Even so, he was badly hurt by the fall and actually passed out.

The black-robed youth knelt down and landed lightly on the ground. His eyes flickered as he looked at Qi Mingjue, who was lying unconscious on the ground, his face bruised and swollen.

He took out a poisoned dagger that he had prepared beforehand and walked over slowly.

He was no longer the innocent and naive man he once was; his handsome, well-defined features seemed to be covered with frost, exuding a strong and direct killing intent.

He raised the dagger high and stabbed it towards Qi Mingjue's heart.

Just as the knife tip pierced the fabric and broke through the skin, the roar of a wild beast suddenly echoed from the depths of the forest.

It sounds like a big guy.

He couldn't help but recall what Qi Mingjue had said earlier.

Take the demon pill and give it to your beloved.

He hesitated for a moment, glancing at the bruised and unconscious Qi Mingjue, before finally standing up. The tip of his blade contained a potent poison specially made by the demon race; even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.

Shen Zhaoshu tightened his grip on the dagger at his side, his expression ambiguous, and began to walk deeper into the forest.

Along the way, there were quite a few weak spirit beasts, but very few of them could form a demon core. He took one out, glanced at it, and then threw it into the ground with disdain.

They're all things that can't be presented in public.

He frowned in distress.

His eyes lit up when a lake of blood appeared ahead. The water was becoming increasingly concentrated, meaning many spirit beasts had died there. Could the spirit beast he was looking for be among them?

He was so excited.

He strode to the lakeside, and with audacity, leaped into the water. The bloody lake water filled his mouth and nose. He held his breath and continued swimming deeper into the lake.

A huge, dark shadow was lurking at the bottom of the lake.

It was a dark blue python, with a waist a meter thick and an unknown length. Its tail was silver, with sharp barbs that gleamed coldly.

It seemed to have just finished eating and was about to take a nap when it suddenly sensed an intruder entering its territory. It immediately opened its snake eyes and looked at Shen Zhaoshu with a cold and menacing gaze.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp silver tail lashed out. Even without cultivation, the black-robed youth remained as agile as ever in the gravity-filled water.

He tried to get closer, but was attacked by the snake's tail and could not get near it.

If only I had some cultivation.

He thought to himself as he hid.

When the second wave of snake tails swept over again, he remained floating in the water, letting the snake tails fling him several meters away.

Crimson blood oozed from inside his lips.

The python initially became increasingly nervous when it realized it couldn't hit him, but upon seeing this, it instantly relaxed, coiled around, and brought the man to its mouth.

The barbs suddenly attacked Shen Zhaoshu from behind, piercing his abdomen without mercy.

At the same time, Ni Qing on Wangyue Peak suddenly opened her eyes.