Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

Immortal Lord Qingyu calmly analyzed, "Have Lingfeng Hall send out another small team of disciples who are skilled in tracking and gathering information and act cautiously, to secretly search along the route the disciples infiltrated, trying to find clues they left behind and determine their approximate location."

Meanwhile, increase the number of guards around the sect, but keep a low profile to avoid attracting too much attention. Also, secretly discuss countermeasures with several elders and make initial defensive preparations.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yang's expression softened slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Yes, this arrangement might be more appropriate. I hope we can find the missing disciple as soon as possible, obtain information about the Netherworld Valley, and ensure the safety of my Qingyun Sect."

Hearing their discussion, Shen Ying pondered to herself: Could Qingyu Immortal Lord be behind all these events?

If that were the case, wouldn't she fail the mission and be eliminated by the system? Thinking of this, Shen Ying's face instantly turned into a bitter expression.

However, Shen Ying quickly came to a realization. She was still alive, and optimistically thought that as long as she was alive, even if Qingyu Xianjun was indeed involved in this matter, it was not entirely irreversible.

She now had to pull herself together and find a way to persuade Immortal Lord Qingyu to abandon his betrayal of the Qingyun Sect.

But why would Immortal Lord Qingyu betray Qingyun Sect? She couldn't see any dissatisfaction from Immortal Lord Qingyu regarding the sect.

Thinking it over carefully, Shen Ying suddenly had a flash of inspiration: Could it be due to work pressure? Either perish in silence or erupt in silence?

Qingyu Xianjun holds a high position in the sect, is highly respected, and has no shortage of resources and power. Logically, he shouldn't betray the sect because of work pressure.

Could there be some hidden secret? Perhaps someone has leverage over him? Or maybe he's been bewitched? No, it seems we need to investigate more deeply, find out the real reason, stop his betrayal, and complete the mission.

Before leaving, Mo Yang suddenly remembered that he had recently acquired a wondrous magical artifact.

This magical artifact is like a dreamlike flower in bloom, its petals as light as gauze, displaying dreamlike colors that gradually change from light pink to deep blue, and then transition to mysterious purple. Each petal shimmers with starlight, as if it contains countless tiny stars.

A round, bright pearl is set in the center of the flower, radiating a soft and charming halo, like moonlight shining on a tranquil lake.

Mo Yang smiled and handed the magic artifact to Shen Ying, saying, "This magic artifact may not be very useful, but it's quite fun. It can make people have a wonderful dream where their wishes come true. Consider it a small gift."

A look of amazement flashed in Shen Ying's eyes, and she subconsciously glanced at Immortal Lord Qingyu beside her. Seeing that Shen Ying seemed to like the magical artifact and after confirming that it posed no danger, Immortal Lord Qingyu allowed Shen Ying to accept it.

That night, Shen Ying activated the magical artifact as instructed by Mo Yang, and then fell asleep filled with anticipation and curiosity.

In her dream, she saw a tall, slender figure whose features she couldn't make out. Around him lay people, their blood staining the ground—a truly bizarre scene. Fragmented images flashed by, making her heart race, and fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Just then, an unknown force surged forth, carrying an overwhelming pressure, seemingly intent on ruthlessly obliterating her. Shen Ying felt utterly small and helpless before this terrifying power, struggling desperately but unable to break free.

This nightmare seemed endless, constantly replaying in her mind, and Shen Ying was almost driven to despair. She didn't know how much time had passed, but just as she felt her life was about to end, a gentle force slowly approached, like the warm sun of spring, dispelling the endless darkness and fear.

Shen Ying slowly opened her eyes and found herself being held in Qingyu Immortal Lord's arms. Qingyu Immortal Lord looked worried; his brows were furrowed on his elegant and refined face, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and panic.

Her frail appearance was reflected in his deep blue eyes. His thin lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he seemed to have some deep hesitation, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out. He just stared at her with his eyes full of complex emotions.

"What's wrong with me?" Shen Ying's voice was a little hoarse. She had forgotten everything in her dream and only felt endless fatigue and weakness washing over her like a tide.

"It's all over now, go to sleep." Qingyu Immortal Lord's voice was as gentle as water. As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Ying uncontrollably drifted into a dream.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell onto the ground. Right there, the magnificent magical artifacts of the day were now shattered into dust.

The next day, Shen Ying, looking radiant, had completely forgotten what happened the night before, and she also seemed to have forgotten the magical artifact that Mo Yang had given her.

In the quiet and serene courtyard, Shen Ying walked with light steps. The courtyard was full of blooming flowers and shady trees. On the stone table in the center of the courtyard, a series of carefully prepared delicacies were laid out, exuding an enticing aroma.

Immortal Lord Qingyu was standing by the table, dressed in white, his face softened with a gentle smile the moment he saw Shen Ying. The smile seemed to melt ice and snow. “Come here.”

Shen Ying stepped forward and sat down at Qingyu Xianjun's gesture. She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of delicate pastry, and put it in her mouth; the sweet taste instantly spread across her tongue. Qingyu Xianjun smiled at her, his eyes gentle.

Shen Ying took a few bites, paused briefly, and said casually, "Immortal Lord, there have been many sect affairs lately. Are you still able to handle them?" Immortal Lord Qingyu smiled slightly and replied calmly, "They are just ordinary affairs and are not difficult for me."

Shen Ying then picked up another piece of food with her chopsticks and asked while eating, "I've heard about the many disturbances outside. I wonder how the Immortal Lord views the situation of our Qingyun Sect in the midst of it all?"

Immortal Lord Qingyu remained gentle as ever, and his tone was steady: "Qingyun Sect has stood for many years and should therefore uphold the righteous path and be unafraid of the storms of the outside world."

Shen Ying put down her chopsticks, rested her chin on her hands, looked at Qingyu Immortal Lord, and tentatively asked, "But if someone within the sect shakes the foundation of the sect, what choice will the Immortal Lord make?" Qingyu Immortal Lord frowned slightly and said, "Of course, the interests of the sect will be the priority."

Hearing Qingyu Immortal Lord's reply, Shen Ying became even more confused. From his words and actions, she could not see any sign that he had betrayed his sect.

Shen Ying felt powerless. What should she do next? Or should she just confront Qingyu Immortal Lord directly? Then she wouldn't even have to wait for the system to eliminate her, right? Waaah~

After much deliberation, Shen Ying decided to remain inactive for the time being and continue to secretly observe Qingyu Immortal Lord's every move.

As time passed, Shen Ying felt increasingly like she was groping in the fog. Qingyu Immortal Lord seemed to have noticed Shen Ying's unusual state and showed her even more concern, but he didn't ask any further questions.

On this day, sunlight streamed through the study window, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Alone in the quiet study, Shen Ying aimlessly flipped through various books and picture albums. Her fingers lightly traced the spines of the books, some new, some old, her gaze sometimes focused, sometimes wandering.

As she was flipping through the pages, a slightly yellowed book lying quietly in the corner caught her attention. The cover of the book seemed to bear the marks of time, with some wear and tear on the edges, and the paper appeared somewhat fragile. Filled with curiosity and anticipation, Shen Ying carefully opened it.