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

The next day, Ni Qing led Shen Zhaoshu to the sacred cultivation ground in the back mountain.

At first, she was able to walk slowly ahead, but from some point onwards, the demon boy behind her was getting closer and closer, and the distance between them was unconsciously shrinking.

Soon the two were side by side.

"What realm did you reach before?" Ni Qing hadn't noticed, and as soon as she turned around after arriving at her destination, she was startled by the tall, black-clad youth.

She raised her eyes. Shen Zhaoshu was much taller than her, and even when he looked down at her, there was a sense of superiority about him, and an inexplicable sense of oppression came over her.

She subtly stepped back, creating distance between herself and the outside world.

Shen Zhaoshu seemed unaware of this action and smiled: "Not very high, just the Golden Core stage. But now I can't even reach the Qi Refining stage."

His true cultivation level was at the Integration Stage, almost on par with Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen. However, to conceal his true abilities, he was forcibly suppressed to the Golden Core Stage by the Demon Venerable and Demon Queen.

That's not wrong.

Ni Qing remained silent, his expression unreadable. He casually took out a sword from his storage pouch and said, "Practice swordsmanship first. There's no rush to refine your Qi."

Her robes fluttered, her black hair flew, and she executed a beautiful swordplay in the bamboo forest. The silver sword moved like a water snake, its movements fluid, graceful, and swift.

Shen Zhaoshu's gaze was deep, but his eyes remained fixed on her cool and delicate face as he openly admired her.

He did not look away until the white-robed immortal stopped.

"Did you see it clearly?" Ni Qing first taught the first five moves, then looked at Shen Zhaoshu, thinking that he was indeed eager to learn, his eyes were practically glued to the screen.

Shen Zhaoshu calmly said, "I saw it clearly." He took the spirit sword from Ni Qing's hand, his movements light and swift, the whole process as beautiful as a white-robed immortal.

He executed moves 1-4 perfectly, until the fifth move when he revealed a clear flaw. Ni Qing frowned and said, "This is not right."

Shen Zhaoshu's obsidian-like pupils looked over again, his lips slightly pursed, seemingly somewhat restrained and uneasy under Ni Qing's strict tutelage.

Ni Qing took out another sword and demonstrated it once more.

Shen Zhaoshu stared intently, and at the same time, he also began to practice tentatively.

The lush bamboo forest rustled in the breeze, and the fine fallen leaves fluttered down like a gentle rain, softly and slowly landing on the shoulders of the woman in white and the boy in black.

Ni Qing was still glancing at Shen Zhaoshu's progress when she suddenly noticed that his swordsmanship was becoming increasingly sharp.

Her swordsmanship was gentle and simple, but in the boy's hands, it became incredibly sharp, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, filled with cold-bloodedness and gloom. It was more like a demon's swordsmanship than a celestial one.

For a moment, Shen Zhaoshu visibly paused. Ni Qing looked over in confusion, only to see the other's sword suddenly attack her, still sharp and fierce, but without the slightest hint of killing intent.

Ni Qing cooperated by raising her spirit sword and exchanging blows with him. At first, she could casually go through the motions, but she only became serious when the attacks became faster and faster.

In the end, Shen Zhaoshu suddenly switched to an unheard-of sword technique, coldly stabbing towards her neck.

Ni Qing's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment she forgot to react.

The boy's sword stopped abruptly before piercing his skin; the cold tip of the sword gleamed with a chilling light, and even from a distance, one could feel the menacing malice emanating from it.

His eyes flickered with emotion, and suddenly he raised his hand, the other end of the sword hilt lifting the white-robed immortal's chin without warning.

Caught off guard, the girl's smooth, beautiful jawline was revealed. The heat of the sword tip radiated from her skin, like a venomous snake coiled around her neck, ready to bite through her at any moment.

The celestial being, who had just been so fair and handsome, now looked bewildered.

Ni Qing: "???"

The black-clad youth's eyes darkened instantly, and he sheathed his sword the next second, looking extremely worried: "Is Master injured?"

He strode forward, tossed the spirit sword into the leaves without hesitation, then stroked her cheek with his long, slender fingertips, lifted her chin again, and carefully lowered her eyelids.

Immediately afterwards, Ni Qing felt warm fingertips seemingly caressing her chin.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a low, displeased voice, forced to look up at the boy who was standing right in front of her.

The two were extremely close; she could even smell the boy's cool fragrance wafting from the tip of her nose. His innocent, melodious voice softly rang out: "Disciple wanted to see if Master was injured..."

Shen Zhaoshu's eyes were unfathomable. The girl's skin was porcelain white, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes were red with anger. Even her usually calm light brown pupils seemed to warm up.

Then he openly touched it.

Ni Qing closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stepped back: "Your level is not enough to hurt me." The moves he used just now were unpredictable and varied, most likely demonic swordsmanship.

She just hadn't expected the male lead to attack her so blatantly.

Before Shen Zhaoshu could say anything, his gaze suddenly fell on what was behind her.

Ni Qing instantly had a bad feeling.

She turned her head stiffly and saw Xiu Chen and Bodhi staring in disbelief.

She asked in a hoarse voice, "Is there something you need?"

Xiu Chen seemed terrified, pointing at Ni Qing for a long time: "You...you...what are you doing?"

The white-robed immortal replied aloofly, "Are you blind? Can't you see it when I'm practicing swordsmanship?"

"Who practices swordsmanship in such a lewd way? It's practically flirting," Bodhi muttered incessantly. If he had spoken more quietly, Ni Qing wouldn't have cared.

but--

She glared at her fiercely, her light-colored eyes wide with anger: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Fearing that Bodhi would be thrown off the mountain by Ni Qing, Xiu Chen immediately tried to help: "Didn't Shen Zhaoshu go on a training trip with everyone a few days ago? How come he's in your Wangyue Peak now?"

It seems the elders' suggestion was indeed necessary; Wang Yue has even started keeping a mistress.

Shen Zhaoshu stood obediently in place, showing no trace of his arrogance.

Ni Qing said coldly, "He was seriously injured not long after, so I brought him back for treatment. What brings you here?"

"Didn't you receive our message by carrier pigeon while you were in seclusion?" Xiu Chen produced a folding fan out of nowhere, looking extremely dashing.

Ni Qing thought back for a moment and realized that there was a pigeon that was shot down that day and used to make soup for Shen Zhaoshu as a tonic. So that was their flying pigeon?

No wonder she's so outgoing.

She said reservedly, "I saw it."

"So, you agree?" Bodhi looked at Ni Qing in surprise.

The girl was extremely conflicted, but she still forced a smile and mumbled, "Um... I guess so?"

"That's good. Be sure to arrive on time for the Dao Couple Gathering in three days." The two Immortal Venerables breathed a sigh of relief, unaware of Ni Qing and Shen Zhaoshu's stunned expressions.