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

Ni Qing gestured for Ye Lai to stand aside. As a cultivator at the Mahayana realm, Ye Lai's strength was not to be underestimated. She picked up her sword and walked over.

Shen Zhaoshu remained motionless, her exposed eyelashes drooping, her dark pupils reflecting the white-robed immortal venerable approaching with his sword. He watched her walk over quietly.

The young man in the black and gold robes was unlike he was a year ago. Now, he was sharp and ruthless, exuding a murderous aura and chilling presence from a blood-soaked battle. Shen Zhaoshu twitched the corner of his mouth: "Master?"

Immortal Venerable Wangyue was still wearing his bamboo hat, so his expression was not visible. He interrupted her coldly, saying, "Now that you have betrayed your sect, I am no longer your master."

After saying that, she charged forward with sword energy imbued with magic.

She used half her strength.

Shen Zhaoshu calmly dodged, summoning the sword Ni Qing had given him earlier, and parried all the attacks. The black and white swords clashed back and forth, neither appearing to be using their full strength.

The black-robed youth seemed not to have heard Ni Qing's words, and even had time to reply, "Master, is my swordsmanship better than that of your immortal race?"

Ni Qing did not answer, her sword aura becoming even more ferocious. The young man circulated his inner demonic power, easily suppressing her immortal technique. He remained silent, and Ye Lai could see that Immortal Venerable Wangyue had clearly fallen short.

Shen Zhaoshou remained expressionless, his sword aura tinged with a dark blue-green, aimed directly at her face. Ni Qing was caught off guard; her white bamboo hat was knocked off, and her light veil fluttered in the wind.

The girl in white had black hair, red lips, and fair skin. Her dark hair was disheveled and danced in the breeze. Her light brown eyes revealed a look of surprise.

Along with that conspicuous white jade hairpin.

The young man in black robes smiled faintly and approached again, causing Ni Jing to retreat step by step.

Ye Lai bit her lip and angrily retorted, "Shen Zhaoshu, you are no longer a disciple of my Immortal Clan. What right do you have to call her Master?"

The boy in black glanced at her impatiently with cold eyes, and sneered, "If I'm not worthy, then you are?"

"Of course I have!" Ye Lai glared at him triumphantly. "Before Immortal Venerable Wangyue went down the mountain, she promised me that as long as I went down the mountain with her, she would take me as her disciple when she returned."

Shen Zhaoshu abruptly stopped moving. Ni Qing was caught off guard and could only watch helplessly as the tip of the sword, which she couldn't control in time, pierced his shoulder.

The black fabric was soaked with blood, leaving a dark stain that wasn't very noticeable.

The demon boy seemed impervious to pain, appearing before her in an instant. He looked at Ye Lai with a fearful expression and whispered, "Is what you said true?"

He seemed genuinely curious when he asked, and the next second he unleashed a full ten percent of his magic power.

"It's time to find an opportunity for both sides to suffer heavy losses," Ni Qing thought to herself. She suddenly erupted, instantly appearing in front of Ye Lai, intending to take the blow.

Shen Zhaoshu raised his eyelids slightly, his body remaining unchanged, and actually managed to block the attack.

In a short while, the young man raised his sword again.

Ni Qing couldn't help but close her eyes and silently endure the beating.

The expected pain did not come; instead, the body was pushed to the ground as if weightless, causing ripples to spread across the withered yellow leaves.

She opened her eyes in an instant. The young man in black and gold robes wore a silver mask, and his lips were slightly smiling. He was leaning over her, and the blade of his sword was held against her fair and slender neck.

He gripped the sword hilt with one hand and rested the other on the side of her hair, leaning down to affectionately nuzzle the tip of her nose.

The white-robed immortal was pinned to the ground, bewildered. His cold and ruthless expression vanished without a trace, leaving only astonishment and surprise, followed by disgust.

She tried to raise her hand, but her wrist was firmly gripped. The wicked boy smiled coldly: "Master is angry already? How about this then?"

He suddenly released the sword hilt, his cold, white fingers lifting her chin and biting down on the white-robed immortal's lips.

Ni Qing winced in pain and smelled the rusty scent on her nose, which meant she must have bitten through the skin.

Her fair skin flushed red, whether from embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell.

"Shen Zhaoshu!" Ye Lai shouted, charging forward with her sword drawn. "How dare you offend my master! You are committing treason and deserve to die!"

Before they even got close, they were blasted away by the surging, powerful demonic energy.

The boy licked the blood from his lips, looking at Ye Lai lying on the ground like a vengeful ghost: "Senior sister is talking nonsense again. Master will not accept you as a disciple."

He lowered his head, reached out and removed the silver mask, revealing exquisitely cold eyes and brows, his eyelashes drooping, his forehead touching that of the white-robed immortal: "Master, don't you think so?"

He smiled sinisterly and whispered in my ear, "Perhaps, I can also call you Ni Qing. Which name do you prefer?"

Ni Qing gritted her teeth in anger, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Shen Zhaoshu smiled gently, and the men in black around him reappeared like ghosts, kneeling silently on the ground: "Your Highness!"

His Highness the Crown Prince casually rose and said with a smile, "Bring my master to the Palace of Yearning." He had founded the Palace of Yearning of the Demon Clan half a year ago.

He looked at Ye Lai with obvious killing intent, but in the end he withdrew his gaze and disappeared from the spot.

Ye Lai was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, covered in sweat. She still felt lingering fear from what she had just witnessed. She forced herself to stand up and flew away on her sword, returning to the Immortal Clan.

She rushed into the main hall looking disheveled. Bodhi Immortal Venerable and Xiu Chen Immortal Venerable were still drinking tea and discussing the situation. When they saw Ye Lai enter, they were immediately surprised: "Ye Lai, you're back so soon? Where is Wang Yue Immortal Venerable?"

They assumed that Immortal Venerable Wangyue's journey would be smooth sailing, and that he would kill that demon prince.

Ye Lai shook her head and said, "Immortal Venerable Wangyue was taken away by that demon, it seems to be to some Siqing Palace! What should we do?"

Xiu Chen and Bodhi were instantly stunned, never expecting such an outcome: "What did you say? Wang Yue has been captured? How is that possible? She is the person who is closest to the Tribulation Transcending Realm. How could she be taken away by Shen Zhaoshu so easily?"

Just how powerful has this demon prince become? His rapid and terrifying growth in just one year is astounding.

Bodhi was no longer as nonchalant as before: "What kind of place is the Palace of Longing? Shall we attack it together again? We can destroy the demon race once, and we can destroy the demon race a second time."

Xiu Chen pondered for a moment before saying to Ye Lai, "Go and invite all the elders over, and also gather the disciples in the Nascent Soul stage."

Now that things have come to this, it's no longer feasible to do so. After all, Ni Qing is the most powerful backbone of the Immortal Clan. If she dies, the entire Immortal Clan will be in a passive position.

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Everything was pitch black, and her consciousness was hazy. She could only faintly hear creaking sounds. Ni Qing pinched her palm hard before she could barely open her eyes.

All she could see was red, and that's when she realized she was sitting in a sedan chair. The creaking sound she'd heard earlier was from the chair moving.

She wore a fiery red wedding dress, and beneath the bright red veil was an exquisite and magnificent phoenix crown, making her look like a bride.