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

When he woke up, there was no one around. He could only silently pray that Shen Zhaoshu had died at the hands of the spirit beast. But from that day on, every time he cultivated, he felt like his body was a funnel.

The spell he was casting vanished silently, unable to coalesce again. The strange wound on his chest told him that this matter was definitely related to that useless demon.

"It must have been a spirit sword, yes, it was a spirit sword that stabbed me. If you don't believe me, I can show you." He was already starting to feel uneasy, and the next second he tugged at his clothes, wanting to show the scabbed wound.

This time, even without Ni Qing's intervention, the other two Immortal Venerables couldn't sit still.

"Ugh! This is an insult to civility!"

"It's affecting the city's appearance!"

Qi Mingjue: "..."

Ni Qing: "This is really an eyesore."

Shen Zhaoshu glanced sideways, looking panicked, but still mustered the courage to ask, "How could a Golden Core cultivator like you be injured by a piece of trash like me with no cultivation?"

Ni Qing originally wanted to continue questioning, but seeing that someone had answered before her, she was extremely satisfied.

Unsure whether he should continue undressing, Qi Mingjue suddenly flew into a rage. His ordinary face turned bright red, but he couldn't find a reason to refute her, and could only say weakly, "You ambushed me."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhaoshu suddenly stepped forward and knelt heavily in front of Ni Qing, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, his voice filled with suppressed sorrow: "Since Senior Brother has already determined that Junior Brother was the one who did it, then I have nothing more to say."

"If he wants it to be me, then it's me."

His thin body was curled up on the ground, looking very weak and helpless.

Ni Qing took a sip of tea without making a sound. Hmm... it's a bit strong.

Upon hearing this, even Immortal Venerable Xiuchen and Bodhi were somewhat at a loss for words. They felt that the master and disciple were playing a game of cat and mouse, yet there was a strange truth to it.

Ni Qingyi retorted righteously, "Insolence! If you didn't do it, then speak frankly. I believe the other two Immortal Venerables will respect the facts." She turned to look at those beside her and asked earnestly, "Isn't that right, you two Immortal Venerables?"

Bodhi Immortal Venerable\u0026 Xiu Chen Immortal Venerable: "..."

Just say yes.

In the end, the matter was left unresolved. Qi Mingjue, as the senior disciple, had lost all his cultivation and could no longer practice, and his status was not as good as before.

Ye Lai felt that they were all favoring Junior Brother Shen, and privately comforted Qi Mingjue in every way: "Senior Brother, it's okay, I believe what you said."

Before Qi Mingjue could even feel happy, she said again, "Take good care of yourself these days, I'll come see you another day."

His expression instantly turned ashen. Indeed, Ye Lai adored strong individuals, which was why she relentlessly pursued Immortal Venerable Wang Yue, trying to persuade him to take her as his disciple.

"Another day" is a long way off.

Ye Lai harbored a grudge, still blaming Shen Zhaoshu for leaving the group without informing her. She immediately went to the residence of Immortal Venerable Wangyue, but found no trace of the boy.

She stood at the door, hesitant, staring blankly at the door of Immortal Venerable Wangyue.

Not long after, she pushed open the door as if possessed. Since the Immortal Venerable had reached the Mahayana realm at such a young age, could it be that he was hiding some peerless secret manual?

She cautiously stepped into the house, looked around at the shabby surroundings, and felt somewhat disgusted.

"Just as monotonous as people," she thought, pursing her lips.

Ye Lai stepped forward and thoroughly examined the bed, but found nothing. After all that fuss, she grew impatient and was about to leave when her gaze fell on the desk.

There was an inconspicuous book over there, which looked very old and was hidden among the other books.

All the other ancient books were covered in dust, but that one was clean and spotless.

She couldn't help but step forward and reach out to pull it out.

I turned to the folded page, but before I could get a good look at it, a cold snort suddenly came from the doorway.

The boy in black stood coldly in the doorway, holding a broom that seemed out of place with the atmosphere. He stared unblinkingly at Ye Lai: "Why are you here!"

Startled, Ye Lai's hand trembled, and the book slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

She hurriedly turned around, but when she saw it was Shen Zhaoshu, she breathed a sigh of relief and said arrogantly, "As a princess, there is no place in the world I cannot go, let alone this is just a small bedroom."

She even seemed somewhat self-righteous, her mind still a complete mess. As she carefully recalled the contents of the book, it seemed to be some kind of magic pill.

The boy gritted his teeth: "You stole something?"

Ye Lai instantly turned cold and looked at him: "What do you mean by 'steal'? Why use such harsh language? I came here to see you!"

She frowned slightly as she raised her eyebrows: "Why did you leave without saying goodbye that day?"

Shen Zhaoshu blinked, expressionless: "I thought Master had already made it very clear that day. I was seriously injured and returned to the mountain to recuperate. Why should I explain such a thing to you?"

“Besides,” he continued, “you’re just a minor Foundation Establishment cultivator, don’t meddle too much.”

Ye Lai retorted, "I am already a Golden Core cultivator." She had been working hard for the past three months and finally broke through to the Golden Core stage not long ago.

Shen Zhaoshu still looked at her with a mixture of pity and disdain.

Ye Lai was furious, but knowing she was in the wrong, she casually said something and hurriedly left.

Shen Zhao walked to the desk without changing his expression. The book was still open, lying there casually. The boy bent down and picked up the fallen book.

Then his gaze paused, lingering on that page of small print:

If one wishes to quickly improve their cultivation, there is another method, unknown to the world—truly strange. One should find a high-ranking and powerful demon, cut open his abdomen, and extract his demon core to aid in cultivation.

Only then can one achieve success and ascend to higher realms.

His eyes were fixed on the small print on that page, which also had illustrations and instructions on how to cultivate the Demon Core.

His long, slender, pale fingers gripped the page tightly, turning slightly white. He tried to force a stiff smile, his mind seemingly blank.

He stood there stiffly, like a corpse, breathing slowly. He dared not blink, keeping his eyes open until they reddened.

He felt ice-cold all over and struggled to turn the page; the method of extracting the demon pill was cruel and cold-blooded.

So that was her purpose? He will be an adult in a few days. When that happens, will his master come to kill him with a sword drawn, his eyes filled with disgust and coldness?

If it really comes to that, will he resist?

The boy in black finally managed a forced smile. What could he do? It seemed he could only wait to die.

He was like a dazed puppet, his mind a jumble of thoughts. When he came to his senses, he realized he had arrived at his bamboo hut.

He bent down and slowly and laboriously reached his hand under the bed, touched it briefly, and then pulled it out.

An exquisite wooden box was taken out. He unlocked it, and the contents were finally revealed, seeing the light of day again.

It was an unremarkable white jade hairpin.