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

With his slick gaze and frivolous movements, he was instantly blasted away by the surging immortal power surrounding Ni Qing, retreating several meters.

"What are you?!" She rubbed her lips in disgust, the icy touch seeming to linger.

He said slowly, "I like you too. Please don't be with His Highness, okay? He will never have anyone he truly loves. I know him better than anyone else."

Ni Qing couldn't help but say, "You can't just look at someone's appearance if you like them."

He nodded to himself, "I know."

"You should also take a look at your appearance."

Xuanzhu: "?"

What's wrong with his appearance? The selection process was a bit hasty, but he's still considered decent-looking, right?

As soon as the words were spoken, the door was suddenly shaken open, and the demon youth stood on the threshold with a gloomy expression, staring intently at Xuan Zhu, his killing intent surging and restless.

Xuanzhu smiled and said, "Oh, are you angry?"

Shen Zhaoshu didn't speak, but the demonic energy suddenly surged forth, sending Xuanzhu flying.

Xuanzhu fell heavily to the ground, coughing up blood. The vibrant color added a touch of wickedness to his otherwise pale appearance.

Immediately afterwards, attacks of all sizes came in succession. Xuanzhu gritted her teeth and fought back with all her might, but she was still no match for them.

Ni Qing saw that he was almost dead, so she should stop him.

She slowly stepped forward, and with a wave of her hand, blocked an attack for him: "Shen Zhaoshu, he's about to die."

Xuanzhu still had the energy to be defiant. He swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth and said, "If you have the guts, then kill me. You don't dare, do you?"

Ni Qing clicked his tongue. His brain was damaged too. Was this a new symptom or a long-term problem?

She stepped forward lightly, her tone full of pity: "Don't be too angry. Even if you get beaten, you'll only die. It's not a big deal."

Xuanzhu glanced at her with a half-smile: "Do you really think that nothing else matters if I die?"

Ni Qing thought for a moment, wondering what else could happen: "There were people playing the suona, some crying and some laughing, and some even sharing food." Did he want to die in a more modern way?

Xuanzhu: "..."

Although Shen Zhaoshu didn't understand what Ni Qing was talking about, he couldn't help but smile, and the gloom between his brows and eyes dissipated somewhat.

He said indifferently, "Someone, take Xuanzhu away and let her rest properly." The next second, the demonic cultivators filed in and dragged the seriously injured Xuanzhu away.

His Highness the Crown Prince looked rather unwell. Unusually, he didn't say much and hurriedly left. Once outside the main hall and no one was around, he leaned against the wall and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His expression was weaker than ever before.

For several days in a row, he did not appear before his subordinates or Ni Qing.

Ni Qing also noticed the anomaly, because the barrier was getting weaker and weaker. She could easily break the barrier, but that would be too hasty and alert the enemy.

After much thought, I decided to send a spell to the immortals as a token of my appreciation.

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"Still haven't found any trace of Wang Yue? What are you all good for? You're always told to cultivate properly, but you don't. Now that something's gone wrong, not a single one of you is helping!"

The Immortal Clan's main hall had been cursing countless times.

The immortal elders looked haggard, with dark circles under their eyes, clearly indicating they hadn't had a proper rest. What would happen to the immortal race if Wang Yue truly perished? What could they possibly do to contend with the powerful demon race?

The disciples, young and old, huddled below like quails, not daring to utter a sound.

They've been scolded countless times already; they're almost used to it.

"Elders, we can't blame them. Even when we joined forces, we couldn't accurately pinpoint her whereabouts. We don't know how the demons managed to hide their tracks and make a living person disappear into thin air."

Xiu Chen waved his hand and said.

In the past, when the elders and immortals personally went out to investigate the movements of the demons, they could still find a clue. But now, they couldn't even find a trace of them.

"It's really strange, we can't even find a single hair of Ni Qing's," Bodhi Immortal Venerable muttered in distress.

Not long after, the communication talisman on his body suddenly lit up.

He glanced down absentmindedly, and was shocked to see the sorcerer: "It's a strand of hair! No, it's the Immortal Venerable Wangyue!"

"She sent a message." He was so excited that he almost jumped for joy.

This was undoubtedly the best news they had received in days. The elders instantly perked up and stood up from their seats: "Really? Where is she?"

Bodhi looked puzzled and hesitated for a moment: "It's behind a forest not far away. To get there, you have to go through the forest first."

Xiu Chen had clearly also noticed the oddity: "We've scanned that place with our divine senses more than once, but we haven't found any newly built palace!"

Could it be because they've never been to a forest?

They had no time to waste, so they immediately gathered their disciples with decent cultivation levels and prepared to head to the forest.

Once they reached the forest above where the message was sent, they put away their spells and dismounted neatly from their swords.

"This must be the place."

"That's strange. How can you not see the leaves in a forest? You can't even see the path."

They could only see some branches and leaves on the outside, but not what lay beyond. People are often afraid of the unknown, and the immortal disciples became increasingly timid.

Xiu Chen and Bodhi remained calm: "It's alright, there's just a bit more miasma. Stay close behind me and don't fall behind."

After saying that, he cautiously entered the forest.

The surroundings were still shrouded in black mist, so thick that they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces. They took out a moonstone, which was enough to allow them to move forward.

The calmer it is, the more eerie it seems. Although the immortals aren't particularly powerful, their intuition is still quite accurate.

None of them relaxed; they were all on edge.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, they finally saw a faint light ahead. They breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that there was really nothing there.

They quickened their pace and finally emerged from the forest.

Ahead stood a magnificent palace, clearly marked with the words "Palace of Yearning." Its construction rivaled that of a human royal palace, both grand and opulent.

The only strange thing was that everything, big and small, was wrapped in red silk, making it look exceptionally festive. Even the demonic cultivators patrolling around were relaxed, happily drinking their wine.

The originally black robes were changed to a festive deep red.

"What's going on? Is the Demon Clan celebrating a grand occasion today? Is Shen Zhaoshu getting married?"

The immortal disciples and the immortal venerable were dumbfounded.

Before long, a procession appeared, beating drums and gongs. At the head of the procession, the demon prince rode leisurely on his horse, wearing a silver mask and dressed in fiery red.

The sedan chair bearers following behind carried the bridal sedan chair in a proper and orderly manner.

Bodhi and Xiu Chen made a hand seal to ensure they could conceal the presence of all the disciples, and then swaggered off after them.

They all wore eerie smiles as they walked deeper into the main hall before the sedan chair bearers finally lowered the sedan chair.

The immortal disciples saw Shen Zhaoshu dismount and personally receive his new bride.

She wore a phoenix coronet and a wedding gown, with a deep red lining, and casually draped a robe embroidered with gold thread patterns, looking gorgeous and noble. She held a small fan in her slender hands, partially obscuring her face.

But Bodhi, Xiuchen, and everyone else saw what she looked like.

It turned out to be the Immortal Venerable Wangyue, Ni Qing, whom they had been searching for all along.