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

Just as she closed her eyes to rest, the spell she had cast on Shen Zhaoshu suddenly broke a little, which meant that his life was in danger.

Good grief, is he going to kill himself?

That was the worst male lead she had ever mentored.

Ni Qing immediately tensed up, moved slightly, and disappeared into the room in an instant.

On the other side, Shen Zhaoshu looked extremely pale, with blood gushing out continuously, mixing with the blood. He weakly closed his eyes, seemingly resigned to waiting for death.

The python was overjoyed and immediately began measuring his height, preparing to eat him.

Just then, the boy, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his sharp dagger, and slashed down fiercely.

The hard snake tail was cut in half.

Caught off guard, the python immediately roared angrily, its barbs retracting at that moment.

Very good, we've gotten close.

He curled his lips into a smile. Where is the beast core located?

He glanced around, then focused his gaze on the thickest part of the snake's scales, and swiftly thrust it forward.

The ferocious python spirit beast was instantly enraged and swung its torn tail at them.

The boy seemed oblivious, his hands continuing their movements as he forcefully chopped down.

The snake scales were too thick to cut, but he remained unfazed, raising and lowering the blades as they slapped against his back.

The young man in the black robe swallowed the blood in his throat, feeling somewhat short of breath. Thinking of this, he raised his dagger once more and stabbed down.

It became.

The python roared in agony, thrashing and writhing in the middle of the lake. Shen Zhaoshu reached out and probed into the wound, rummaging through the flesh and blood, finally finding a round object.

He smiled, took out the beast core, put it inside his clothes, and swam upwards.

His vision was tinged red by the lake water. He suddenly popped his head out of the water and gasped for fresh air, like a dying fish.

The next second, his gaze froze.

A female cultivator in white robes stood silently by the lake. Her features were exquisite, exuding a coldness, and she looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a cold voice.

Shen Zhaoshu didn't speak, but climbed ashore on his own. Only then did he look intently at his master, his voice filled with longing: "Master, why are you here?"

Ni Qingxin is thinking, "Damn, you're here taking a bath?"

She glanced at his abdomen casually, then suddenly stopped.

"Why were you injured?" She looked up at him.

Shen Zhaoshu remained silent, then stepped forward quietly, his tone affectionate: "Master, I..."

The boy's slender figure stiffened for a moment, and before Ni Qing's wide eyes, he fell straight down.

He fell on her without missing a beat.

The snow-white robe was stained red.

Before falling into a coma, Shen Zhaoshu suddenly said something out of the blue.

"Master looks better in red."

Ni Qing: "..." so?

She struggled to support the unconscious boy, her weak breaths brushing against his neck, sending shivers down her spine.

She made a hand seal and appeared on Wangyue Peak the next second.

Ni Qing placed him on the soft couch, and decisively took off his outer robe, revealing the young man's lean waist and a bloody hole in his pale abdomen.

How did this injury happen?

Ni Qing frowned and pulled out a large pile of bottles and jars from behind the screen.

Both powdered and pill medicines were available, but they were all in uniform porcelain bottles without any labels.

Ni Qing sighed deeply: "How do you think the original owner used these medicines? Could she even tell them apart?"

103 knew she was muttering to herself again: "Maybe it's the formula for the medicine."

The girl in white robes scoffed disdainfully, uncorked the bottle, and poured the powder onto the wound. After that, she switched to a bottle of golden powder and poured that down as well.

"What are you doing..." 103 heard his own hoarse and labored voice.

Ni Qing said aloofly, "Do you know what the protagonist's halo is?" The next second, she quickly scratched her hair in annoyance and lost her composure, "Who cares? I'm not afraid of boiling water."

She roughly wrapped the bandage around her neck, even managing to tie a disastrous bow with an elegant touch.

Shen, the dead pig, frowned deeply as he read the book in a coma.

103 shook his head immediately after seeing this and complained to Ni Qing: "What an ugly move."

Ni Qing: "..." Shut up, you little cutie.

As it turns out, whether it was a case of fools having good luck or the protagonist's halo, Shen Zhaoshu's complexion gradually improved.

Ni Qing said smugly, "Believe it or not, if I were lying here, I would have given up long ago."

103 immediately agreed: "I believe it."

The gauze bled during the procedure, and it had to be changed several times before the bleeding finally stopped. By the time I came to my senses, it was already getting late.

The boy on the bed trembled slightly, his eyes filled with the bewilderment of just waking up. He blinked, about to get up, when he saw the ugly bow on his abdomen and fell into deep thought.

What the hell is this?

Before he could even process what was happening, a figure in white robes appeared in his peripheral vision.

Ni Qing raised her chin and said succinctly, "Awake?"

Shen Zhaoshu nodded obediently.

In the original story, the male lead wasn't injured to the point of almost dying, right? Ni Qing was questioning her life, but on the surface, she still calmly said, "Although I don't know why you were injured, it seems you can't go down the mountain for training now."

In the boy's suddenly bright eyes, her tone even subtly revealed a hint of disappointment: "Then you should get some rest."

She turned to leave, but her sleeve was suddenly grabbed.

Shen Zhaoshu's face was pale, and he asked cautiously, "When will Master teach me immortal techniques? These past few days, I have felt powerless because I have no cultivation, and I am always ridiculed by my senior and junior brothers."

"Another day," she replied dismissively, as always.

The original plot won't be included, dear.

"Sigh, life is so meaningless... like a useless person."

Shen Zhaoshu's sigh came from behind.

He then sighed repeatedly, saying, "I'd rather be dead."

Ni Qing forced a smile and gritted her teeth: "Wait until you're healed."

Shen Zhaoshu burst into laughter instantly.

What if he commits suicide if I don't teach him magic? I need help urgently, but there's no use being anxious.

Ni Qing walked out with a deadpan expression.

Ever since the day she said she would teach him, Shen Zhaoshu has been full of energy and focused on recovering from his injury. Even the bow on his abdomen had to be bandaged by Ni Qing herself.

"Don't you have hands?"

Ni Qing curses once a day.

Shen Zhaoshu blinked innocently and said, "It has grown, but I think Master bandaged it exceptionally well."

Ni Qing: "..." Really?

She stared at the freshly tied bow, a confident look in her eyes.

103: "The master and apprentice really have heavy tastes."

Day after day, Shen Zhaoshu's health improved and he was no longer so thin. He made recuperating his injuries his top priority.

So when Ni Qing came out of seclusion, she saw a stubborn pillar standing at the door.

Ni Qing: "?"

He smiled broadly under the gaze of the Immortal Venerable Wangyue: "Master, I am healed now, may you teach me immortal techniques?"