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

Ni Qing refused to believe it and dragged Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen to Wangyue Peak.

Her brows furrowed tightly, and her tone was unfriendly: "Come here, take a look!"

Xiu Chen produced another folding fan, casually waved it, and looked quite elegant: "I saw it, so what?" This attitude almost made Ni Qing laugh out loud.

She turned her head sharply and called out to the white-robed disciple not far away, "Xia Qian, come here!"

The boy, who was usually as still as a stagnant pool, looked over anxiously at this moment.

Ni Qing: "?"

He slowly approached, still feeling somewhat uneasy because of the unfriendly tone of the Immortal Venerable Wangyue. He hesitated before speaking, not daring to meet her gaze: "Immortal...Immortal Venerable? Has this disciple committed a mistake?"

He appeared slightly flustered, but still tried to remain calm.

Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen curled his lips and looked at Ni Qing with a face full of disappointment. His eyes clearly said: See? He will stop at nothing to frame me.

Ni Qing: "???" No, Xia Qian looked like this before? Was he possessed?

Unable to defend herself, the Immortal Venerable Wangyue could only swallow her anger. But she remained relentlessly focused on Xia Qian, trying to find a flaw in his defenses.

But the other person was completely different from before; he was kind and honest, and really looked like a reliable person. Even the gloom in his eyes had been replaced by a somewhat dim-witted foolishness.

Ni Qing began to doubt the meaning of life.

Xiu Chen sighed, looked at her as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally left without saying anything, fanning himself with his fan.

Ni Qing was still bewildered, but decided to personally subject him to severe torture. She turned around and said, "You—"

Suddenly, I was met with a deadpan expression.

Xia Qian's eyes were lifeless, as if what he had just seen was an illusion.

Ni Qing: "..." Good grief, are you playing Cardcaptor Sakura with me? You could pretend when it was Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen, but when it came to her, she immediately showed her true colors.

"Your Excellency, Immortal Venerable," he uttered stiffly, as if it were a pre-programmed script, "please give your orders."

Her smile was somewhat distorted: "Go down, it's alright now..."

He didn't say much, picked up the broom and started sweeping for the nth time, his gaze always seemingly casually sweeping towards Ni Qing, blatantly so.

Ni Qing didn't want to get involved anymore and planned to send him to another peak in the future.

Ever since the two immortal venerables realized the gap between themselves and the demon race, they have been urging their disciples to cultivate day and night. They also understand that the current situation is indeed severe, so they have also focused on their studies.

But in Ni Qing's view, all of this was just a case of locking the barn door after the horse has bolted.

One day during group training, they gathered on the back mountain and began practicing swordsmanship again.

Their white robes stood out starkly against the verdant mountaintop. They were impeccably dressed, looking majestic and imposing. Xiu Chen and Bodhi stood solemnly atop the highest point, looking down at them.

"I'm exhausted. If I had known I should have trained harder back then, I wouldn't be panting like this after just swinging a sword."

"While I understand the elders and immortals' determination to annihilate the demon race, will making us practice swordsmanship repeatedly really be of any use?"

"Moreover, the demons have been quiet these past few days. I don't know why they're being so strict."

"Immortal Venerables naturally have their reasons. Being personally taught by them is a kind of luck. I really want to be taught by Immortal Venerable Wangyue!"

"Come on, 'Immortal Venerable of the Moonlit Delusion,' will it come down to looks or swordsmanship, hahaha!"

The disciples below still had time to whisper among themselves.

Ye Lai stood at the front practicing her sword. She was about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, which was no longer considered mediocre at her age.

She was full of pride, and her sword swings were crisp and clean, but she lacked presence.

"Still have the leisure to talk! The demons are many times stronger than you. If you don't work hard today, you'll be trampled underfoot tomorrow," Xiu Chen and Bodhi scolded from above.

The sound was imbued with magic, enough to carry it to every corner of the back mountain. The disciples' ears hurt from the shock, and their eyes blurred for a moment. They immediately stopped their playful banter and began to practice diligently.

As the sun began to set, they had sweated quite a bit, and Xiu Chen, seeing that they had had enough, prepared to let them stop and rest.

However, an uninvited guest arrived.

A mocking, cold-blooded laugh came from the tree: "You've been given a month, and this is all you've managed to get to this point?"

Everyone was startled and quickly looked towards the source of the sound. Ye Lai was no exception; she looked at the boy who had spoken and secretly bit her lip.

The demon boy, dressed in a black robe, lay listlessly on a tree, a blade of grass of unknown origin dangling from his mouth.

His once pale complexion was now radiant. He wore a silver mask, revealing cold, dark eyes and a superior jawline, and looked down at them with mocking laughter.

"Shen Zhaoshu! How dare you come to our Immortal Clan's territory!" someone shouted.

Xiu Chen pursed his lips in displeasure, and immediately launched a spell filled with killing intent after he spoke.

The boy neither dodged nor evaded; when hit by the spell, he simply dissipated into black mist, which condensed again in less than three seconds and transformed once more.

This is not his true form.

Ye Lai thought to herself.

Xiu Chen appeared cold and aloof, but his back was actually drenched in cold sweat. However, he couldn't show his weakness in front of the disciples.

"We immortals do not welcome you, Your Highness of the Demon Clan!"

The black-robed youth smiled and said, "We demons have always been shameless. You told me not to come, but I'm here anyway." He glanced around casually, as if looking for someone.

These days, he has been relying almost entirely on the puppet Black Mist Xia Qian to learn about Ni Qing's every move. Not long ago, the puppet was driven out by his master, who could no longer tolerate it, so he had no choice but to come in person.

Bodhi gave a cryptic sneer: "Looking for Immortal Venerable Wangyue? She doesn't want to see you."

He withdrew his gaze, speaking casually, "I've come to tell you that I will be attacking the Immortal Clan in three days. Please be prepared."

This is undoubtedly a case of fortunes changing.

The immortals launched a surprise attack on the demons while they were off guard, but the demons came openly to wage war and even gave them precise timing.

Bodhi and Xiu Chen were secretly alarmed. With Shen Zhaoshu's terrifying cultivation speed, even the Immortal Venerable Wangyue could not defeat him, so how could they possibly have any chance of winning?

He was flawless, seemingly immortal, and their magical attacks were like tickling him.

Can such a person really be killed? I'm afraid that only he himself could kill him; no one else could.

"How dare you! Shen Zhaoshu, you can't treat us like this. No matter what, we're brothers in the same martial arts world. How can you be so heartless!" Ye Lai glared at Shen Zhaoshu high above, somewhat annoyed.

The demon boy ignored her completely, sitting motionless on the tree. He merely curled the corner of his lips into a smile, and the next second he vanished into black mist.

They came without a trace and went without a trace. The tree's branches swayed in the wind, as if the whole thing was just an illusion, leaving no trace.

There is someone in the world who could kill him, but he would do it willingly.