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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 489


Chapter 489 – Return – Waiting for the Rabbit (02)


Bai Tang’s journey north went fairly smoothly.

From time to time, he spotted groups of people flying overhead, but each time he transformed back into a little squirrel and successfully avoided them.

After all, this was the wilderness, where animals and plants were everywhere.

When the Heavenly soldiers had first encountered Qiu’er and Xiao A, both systems had been in their human forms. Now, even if they happened to see two puppies and a little squirrel together, they would never associate them with the fugitives they were searching for. Unable to find any trace of their targets, the Heavenly soldiers naturally moved on to search elsewhere.

Despite a few close calls, Bai Tang reached the northern forest safely.

For some reason, however, the place felt strangely familiar.

It was clearly his first time here, yet he somehow knew which fork in the path led to a water source and which one was home to dangerous beasts that should never be provoked.

Could it be that I’ve been here before?

Bai Tang recalled what Xiao A had said—that they were currently in a period from the past preserved within the Memory Secret Realm.

Maybe I came here long ago and simply forgot after so much time had passed.

Since he couldn’t remember, he decided not to dwell on it.

Right now, the most urgent priority was finding food before they starved.

When he had left the cultivation world, he had believed he was going to die. Before leaving, he had transferred almost everything from his small storage pouch into the pocket dimension for Pei Boyi—food, medicinal pills, rare treasures, priceless artifacts—practically everything.

As a result, there wasn’t much left in his storage pouch now. It only contained a few blankets, clothes, and other daily necessities.

But blankets and clothes couldn’t fill an empty stomach.

Besides, he still had two systems to take care of.

After setting his short-term goal, Bai Tang found a hollow tree.

It wasn’t very spacious, but it was large enough to accommodate Qiu’er, Xiao A, and himself while he was in his squirrel form.

“Xiao A, stay here with Qiu’er. I’m going to look for something to eat.”

Xiao A instinctively wanted to object.

“No. Let’s go together. We can look out for each other. We don’t know what’s happening outside. It’s too dangerous for you to go alone, Host.”

Just then, Qiu’er suddenly pounced on Xiao A and said weakly,

“I… I don’t feel very well.”

Bai Tang immediately examined Qiu’er once again, but the result was the same as before—nothing appeared to be wrong.

“I’m familiar with this forest,” Bai Tang reassured them. “I’ll be fine on my own. Xiao A, stay here and take care of Qiu’er. I’ll be back soon. If I run into any danger, I’ll contact you immediately.”

Moving together made them a much larger target.

Acting alone would make it far easier to conceal his whereabouts.

Xiao A understood that as well.

On one side was his host.

On the other was Qiu’er.

He couldn’t bring himself to abandon either of them.

In the end, Qiu’er’s weak groans tipped the scales.

Looking apologetically at Bai Tang, he said,

“Then I’ll stay behind and look after Qiu’er. Host, come back as soon as you can. If you run into danger, run immediately. Don’t try to be a hero.”

“Got it.”

Bai Tang smiled reassuringly.

“Don’t worry. Just stay inside the tree hollow and don’t wander off. Wait for me to come back.”

The little squirrel jumped down from the tree hollow.

Xiao A moved to the entrance of the hollow and watched as the yellowish-brown figure gradually disappeared into the dense undergrowth.

He let out a quiet sigh before turning to Qiu’er.

“Qiu’er, why did you pretend to be sick?”

Qiu’er’s acting might have fooled Bai Tang, but it couldn’t fool the one who knew him best.

Xiao A was familiar with all of Qiu’er’s habits. Whenever Qiu’er lied, his eyes would unconsciously dart around.

“Qiu’er, you deliberately sent our host away. Do you know something?” Xiao A asked gently. “You can tell me. I’ll cooperate with you.”

He wasn’t blaming Qiu’er.

He simply didn’t like being kept in the dark.

Qiu’er let out a few soft whines.

“Woof… woof…”

Lowering his head, he didn’t dare meet Xiao A’s eyes after being so accurately exposed.

“You can’t tell me?” Xiao A murmured dejectedly. “Or… you just don’t want to tell me?”

He lowered his gaze.

“I thought we were the closest people to each other. But I suppose that’s only natural. You were born in the highest plane, while I’m just a system from one of the higher-ranked worlds in the lower realms…”

“Our statuses were never comparable to begin with.”

“N-No, it’s not like that!” Qiu’er hurriedly denied, flustered. “I’ve never thought that!”

He had never looked down on Xiao A.

He simply wanted his master to find Tang Tang as soon as possible so they could all return together.

Qiu’er rushed over and hugged Xiao A tightly.

“I… I just can’t tell you yet. Ever since we got together, I’ve never once thought about leaving you.”

“My master is a really good person. He’ll definitely let you stay. And even if he doesn’t… then I’ll leave with you.”

Qiu’er’s heartfelt confession deeply moved Xiao A.

But the act had already begun.

He couldn’t stop now.

So Xiao A casually continued probing.

“The master you keep talking about… who exactly is he?”

Qiu’er shook his head.

“I can’t tell you my master’s name yet. But I can tell you this—he’s incredibly powerful. He governs the lands bordering the Netherworld, overseeing it and preventing its inhabitants from causing chaos.”

When they had first arrived in the Upper Realm, Xiao A had known absolutely nothing about it. Qiu’er had even shown him reference materials about the realm before.

Combining everything Qiu’er had said with the Netherworld Aura on Bai Tang’s body, as well as Qiu’er’s attitude toward the male lead in the later stages, Xiao A gradually formed a vague suspicion about his master’s identity.

His master’s true identity was probably…

Still, since Qiu’er had said it couldn’t be revealed, Xiao A decided to keep his speculation to himself for the time being.

By borrowing the pitiful, downcast expression he had learned from watching the male lead, Xiao A successfully coaxed information about the male lead’s identity out of Qiu’er.

Meanwhile, poor Qiu’er remained completely oblivious that he had practically exposed his master’s background himself. Instead, he was still racking his brain, trying to figure out how to convince Xiao A to stay.

Knowing not to push his luck, Xiao A decided he’d already learned more than enough.

He stopped pressing Qiu’er and gently patted him on the back.

“I was overthinking things.”

“I know you’re not someone who values status or wealth, Qiu’er.”

“Even if your master doesn’t want me to stay, I’ve already come to the Upper Realm. I’m not going back.”

“At worst, I’ll find a mountain to settle on and cultivate diligently until I can establish myself here.”

“Then… I’ll be with you again.”

“Xiao A, you’re the best~”

The simple-minded Qiu’er had practically sold himself without realizing it, and still thought the buyer was a good person. He threw himself into Xiao A’s arms with a silly grin, tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes.

“As long as you don’t give up on me, I’ll never leave you.”

Xiao A gently stroked Qiu’er’s back and murmured so quietly that only he could hear it.

“After all… I’ve been looking for you for a very long time, you little fool.”

Meanwhile, in the forest, Bai Tang relied on his inexplicable familiarity with the surroundings.

Wandering through the woods felt as natural as strolling through his own backyard.

As he climbed a tree to pick fruit, a rabbit suddenly dashed straight into the trunk with a loud thud.

Bai Tang blinked.

This rabbit seems even clumsier than I am.

Before he could climb down to collect the unexpected prize, another surprise followed.

A chicken came flapping over and slammed headfirst into the very same spot on the tree trunk where the rabbit had crashed.

Bai Tang was stunned.

This forest is so strange.

The animals living here don’t seem very bright…

Having learned from the first incident, he decided not to climb down immediately.

Instead, he stayed in the tree, curious to see whether any more “free meals” would come knocking.

Apparently, only those two had been that foolish.

He waited until dusk, but no other animals showed up.

Only then did he climb down, picking up the rabbit and the chicken.

After examining them more closely—their sturdy builds, glossy fur and feathers, and overall appearance—he realized they weren’t wild animals at all.

They were domesticated.

No wonder they were dumb enough to run headfirst into a tree.

With that level of survival instinct, they probably wouldn’t last long in the wild.

As night fell, the air grew pleasantly cool.

Thinking about Qiu’er and Xiao A waiting for him, Bai Tang hurried back with the day’s unexpected harvest.

Not long after he left, a handsome man with an air of unquestionable nobility appeared beneath the very tree where Bai Tang had been.

Watching the young man’s retreating figure, a gentle smile spread across his lips.

What an adorable little fellow.

This was the Northern Forest.

Beyond its northern edge lay a bottomless chasm leading directly to the dreaded Netherworld.

The master of the Northern Forest was the Northern Emperor, Jiang Liangwu, whose duty was to guard the border and prevent the Netherworld from descending into chaos.

Today, as part of his routine patrol, Jiang Liangwu had unexpectedly come across a charming young man climbing a tree to pick fruit.

The trees here were all centuries—if not millennia—old. Looking up at them, they seemed to pierce the clouds themselves.

The young man had climbed remarkably high.

The moment Jiang Liangwu first saw him, he couldn’t help but worry that the youth might fall.

But after taking a closer look, he immediately recognized the young man’s true form.

A squirrel.

No wonder he was so comfortable climbing that high.

As the young man picked fruit, he chatted to himself the whole time.

“Fruit isn’t filling enough…”

“Qiu’er and Xiao A need something more nutritious…”

“It’d be great if I could find some meat…”

Jiang Liangwu found the sight irresistibly amusing.

On a whim, he caught a few domesticated animals and quietly drove them toward the tree, making them crash into the trunk so the young man could take them home for a proper meal.

Unfortunately…

He had been a little too enthusiastic.

The young man was obviously suspicious and refused to come down from the tree.

Jiang Liangwu could only stand off to the side and watch, not daring to interfere again for fear of frightening the timid little squirrel.

Only when the sky was nearly dark did the squirrel-like youth finally dare climb down, pick up the effortlessly acquired prey, and head home.

The young man left with a smile on his face, clearly in an excellent mood.

“I’m so lucky. I can find things just by going out…” Bai Tang muttered to himself, feeling that his luck was unusually good.

But as he walked, he suddenly stopped.

Behind him, the Northern Emperor’s heart skipped a beat.

Have I been discovered?

Instead, the young man frowned thoughtfully and said,

“But why are there domesticated animals in the middle of a forest? That doesn’t make any sense. If they’re domesticated, someone must be raising them nearby. Doesn’t that mean I’ve taken someone else’s property?”

“!!!”

Bai Tang immediately grew uneasy.

He patted his chest and tried to comfort himself.

“They ran into me on their own, so… that probably doesn’t count as stealing, right?”

“No, no. I still took someone else’s belongings without the owner’s permission.”

“How about tomorrow I come back and see if anyone lives nearby? If I find the owner, I’ll compensate them.”

Having made up his mind, Bai Tang rummaged through his small storage pouch.

Most of his gold, silver, and valuable treasures were gone, but he still had a few pieces of jewelry and other small valuables.

Buying two domesticated animals shouldn’t be a problem.

Having found a solution, the young man let out a relieved sigh and happily carried the rabbit and chicken toward the tree hollow.

Along the way, he didn’t forget to gather a bundle of dry branches.

“Tonight we’ll have roast chicken and rabbit soup. Too bad there’s no goat’s milk. That would’ve made the meal even better…”

Jiang Liangwu watched the young man disappear into the distance, happily discussing tonight’s menu with himself.

This time, he didn’t follow.

Instead, he casually pointed a finger at a small wildflower growing by the roadside.

A soft green glow surrounded it, and a crisp, childlike voice rang out.

“Greetings, Northern Emperor.”

“Follow that little squirrel,” Jiang Liangwu instructed. “If he comes back tomorrow, notify me immediately.”

“Yes! Little Flower will complete the mission!”

The Northern Forest never lacked flowers or plants.

Jiang Liangwu had granted this little flower sentience, and out of gratitude, it enthusiastically rallied the surrounding plants to keep watch over the young man.

Anyone important enough to catch the Northern Emperor’s attention can’t possibly be an ordinary person.

We have to take this seriously. Very seriously. We absolutely can’t make any mistakes, Little Flower repeatedly reminded its companions.

Back at the tree hollow, Qiu’er and Xiao A stared anxiously at the darkening sky, worrying about Bai Tang.

They had just begun talking about him when a familiar, soft, youthful voice sounded from outside.

“I’m back!”

“Tonight we’re having meat and soup~”


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 488


Chapter 488 – Return – The Truth That Couldn’t Be Told (01)


Bai Tang woke to the damp sensation on his face. The moment he opened his eyes, a black-and-white puppy happily rushed over to him. The golden retriever wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic, but it was obvious that it had finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Woof, woof, woof…” Tang Tang, you’re finally awake.

In the cultivation world, Bai Tang had staked everything on one final gamble, trading his own death for a chance at survival for all living beings.

Although the Three Thousand Worlds were separate from one another, they were also closely connected. Moved by his sacrifice, the Heavenly Dao joined forces with the Heavenly Daos of the other worlds to bless him and bestow immense amounts of energy.

As a result, Qiu’er and Xiao A were able to shed their original forms, reconstruct their bodies, and even take human shape. However, neither system had yet adapted to their human forms. Besides, human appearances were far more conspicuous, and as newcomers unfamiliar with the Upper Realm, they wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble. So, for the time being, they continued to appear as dogs.

This was the highest plane that the Announcement System had mentioned—the Upper Realm.

The spiritual energy here was richer than in any of the lower Three Thousand Worlds. Bai Tang felt as though every pore in his body had opened, greedily absorbing the pure spiritual energy. It was indescribably refreshing.

“I’m so glad you’re awake, Host.”

A little girl’s voice came from his chest.

“Hm?”

Bai Tang looked down in surprise. At some point, a teardrop-shaped jade pendant had appeared around his neck, and the voice was coming from inside it.

“That’s Bobao,” Qiu’er explained. “After you completed your mission, we all received an enormous amount of energy. The Bobao evolved as well.”

As the system upgraded, it became increasingly human-like.

There was a saying: When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

The Xiao Bobao had now broken free from its cold, mechanical programming. Just as Qiu’er and Xiao A could transform into humans, the Xiao Bobao had become the jade spirit residing within the pendant.

All three systems had evolved, yet their connection with Bai Tang remained intact. He immediately recognized that this was the same Xiao Bobao from before, and his eyes curved into a warm smile.

Extending his consciousness into the pendant, he saw a delicate little girl, as adorable as a carved jade doll, sitting on a swing.

Using his spiritual sense, Bai Tang gently patted her head before taking out the cultivation manuals he had collected in the cultivation world. After selecting one suitable for her, he handed it over.

“Practice diligently. Try to condense a physical body as soon as possible, and then we’ll go have fun together.”

“Okay! Okay!”

Xiao Bobao was overjoyed.

She felt incredibly lucky to have ended up with such an amazing host.

Thinking back to the previous world, all of Bai Tang’s memories had returned as he left the cultivation world.

A Yi was the Child of Destiny. With the Keystone and the True Dragon’s Aura, he should be able to successfully ascend and become an immortal.

Qiu’er had originally wanted to show Bai Tang his human form, but when he arrived with Xiao A, he found the young man wearing a lonely expression.

He knew.

Tang Tang was thinking about his master again.

Speaking of his master…

Qiu’er felt it was finally time to tell Tang Tang the truth.

“Tang Tang, let me tell you… the male lead is—”

The young man shook his head and forced a smile.

“I know. My mission is over. I’ll never see him again.”

“No, that’s not what I was trying to say…”

“I already said goodbye to A Yi. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“That’s not it. The male lead is actually—”

“Enough, I’m really fine.” Bai Tang smiled reassuringly. “See? I’m perfectly okay. By the way, how are you and Xiao A recovering? Your bodies are fine now, right?”

He picked up Qiu’er and Xiao A. They had only been apart for one world, yet both puppies had gained a noticeable amount of weight. Fortunately, they didn’t seem to have any lingering injuries, and they looked to be in excellent condition.

Every time Qiu’er tried to tell Bai Tang the male lead’s true identity, he was interrupted. In the end, the conversation was steered onto another topic altogether.

“We’re doing well. Both of us can take human form now. This is the Upper Realm, but it’s a little different from what we expected. We’ve stayed in one place for too long—we should walk while we talk,” Xiao A said in his usual calm manner.

The moment Xiao A spoke, Qiu’er suddenly remembered something important.

Bai Tang was still carrying the Aura of the Netherworld. The immortals of the Heavenly Realm were searching everywhere for anyone tainted with Netherworld Aura. They absolutely couldn’t let Bai Tang be discovered.

Before Bai Tang had awakened, the two of them had already encountered a pair of immortals from the Heavenly Realm. Fortunately, they had escaped in time, carrying Bai Tang into the Memory Secret Realm to temporarily evade the search. But if they stayed in one place for too long, it was only a matter of time before they were found.

“Right, right! Let’s explain everything as we walk,” Qiu’er agreed, grabbing Bai Tang’s clothes with his teeth and tugging him toward the exit.

“I can walk on my own. You’ll hurt your teeth.”

Bai Tang picked up the two puppies and headed off in a random direction.

If both Qiu’er and Xiao A considered the situation dangerous, then it couldn’t be anything trivial. They had lived and died alongside him through countless trials. Bai Tang trusted them completely—neither of them would ever harm him.

“Here’s what happened…” Qiu’er began, explaining in detail everything that had occurred after Bai Tang left the cultivation world.

That day, Bai Tang had nearly been devoured by the Evil God. Risking being struck by Pei Boyi’s Heavenly Tribulation lightning, Xiao Bobao used temporal-spatial teleportation to take Bai Tang away.

Her abilities were limited. She had no idea where they would end up, or whether they might simply escape one deadly place only to arrive in another. But if they hadn’t left at that moment, Bai Tang would certainly have died.

At the same time, because Bai Tang had completed his mission and helped the male lead ascend, the Heavenly Daos of the various worlds bestowed their blessings and immense amounts of energy upon him. Qiu’er and Xiao A absorbed that energy, allowing them to awaken just in time to escort Bai Tang and the Xiao Bobao through the barrier between worlds and into the Upper Realm.

Fortunately, Bai Tang had always been in the habit of stockpiling supplies. His small storage pouch contained just about everything imaginable, including clothing for every age group and style.

As they entered the Upper Realm, the Main System’s storage space transformed back into energy and returned to Bai Tang’s body. Thankfully, because of the clothes Bai Tang had stored away, Qiu’er and Xiao A had something to wear after taking human form instead of running around naked in the wilderness.

Not long after they arrived, dark storm clouds suddenly gathered across the sky. Beasts throughout the world let out thunderous roars.

A certain Heavenly Emperor’s divine soul had returned to the Heavenly Realm.

Before the welcoming ceremony had even concluded, they encountered a group of immortals from the Heavenly Realm. The immortals immediately sensed the Netherworld Aura lingering on Bai Tang and, without asking any questions, attempted to capture and kill them on the spot.

Xiao A might have been able to hold his own in a fight, but their opponents were no pushovers. Although Xiao A was powerful, he had only just ascended from the Three Thousand Worlds, so his strength still couldn’t compare to that of the Heavenly Realm immortals.

Qiu’er, on the other hand, wasn’t a fighter. All he could do was protect Bai Tang while desperately dodging their attacks. With Xiao A forced to fight while also looking after both Qiu’er and Bai Tang, the battle became even more difficult.

When you can’t win, you run.

Seeing that Qiu’er did nothing but dodge instead of fighting back, the Heavenly Realm soldiers assumed he was weak and lowered their guard. Seizing the opportunity, Qiu’er threw down a smoke bomb, grabbed Bai Tang and Xiao A, and fled.

The pursuers refused to give up. Left with no other choice, Qiu’er and Xiao A forcibly opened the entrance to a secret realm and brought Bai Tang inside, using it to shake off their pursuers.

The secret realm had been forced open using raw energy, so it would only remain open for a limited time. Qiu’er hadn’t had the luxury of carefully choosing one—he simply opened whichever secret realm had the strongest energy.

Even the Heavenly soldiers couldn’t casually open a secret realm without the ruler’s permission. Every time one was opened, it brought corresponding consequences. Those consequences could be beneficial… or disastrous.

Qiu’er knew that better than anyone.

But at the time, he couldn’t afford to worry about any of that. Even if it cost him his life, he would protect Tang Tang.

Several days had passed since they entered the secret realm and Bai Tang finally woke up. Qiu’er feared that the Heavenly soldiers might obtain permission from their superiors to enter the secret realm as well. To avoid being tracked down, the three of them had no choice but to keep moving from place to place.

After hearing the explanation, Bai Tang was still somewhat confused.

He understood that righteousness and evil could never coexist, but what exactly was the Aura of the Netherworld? Could it be the demonic aura he had acquired after falling into demonic cultivation in the previous world?

“Tang Tang,” Qiu’er said seriously, “the most important thing right now is to wait. Before my master finds us, we just have to stay alive. As long as my master arrives, we’ll be completely safe.”

Xiao A had already noticed that Qiu’er had mentioned his master several times.

“Qiu’er, who exactly is your master? And what does he have to do with our host?”

The conversation had finally come full circle.

Bai Tang also looked at Qiu’er expectantly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

The sight moved Qiu’er to the verge of tears.

I finally have the chance to explain everything to Tang Tang! Wuwuwu… This is so touching. No, wait—not touching… system-touching!

“My master is the one who awakened my consciousness and gave me my powers. My mission is to protect Tang Tang and bring him back safely. My master is the wisest and mightiest person in all the world, unmatched under heaven, elegant, heroic, extraordinary, noble, graceful—”

Qiu’er rattled off a long string of glowing compliments.

But just as he was about to say his master’s name…

His voice suddenly disappeared.

He froze.

Panic filled Qiu’er’s face. He opened his mouth wide, trying desperately to speak, but all that came out were meaningless sounds.

“Ah… Ah… Ah…”

Bai Tang and Xiao A exchanged bewildered looks.

“???”

“Qiu’er, are you okay?”

Noticing something was clearly wrong, Bai Tang immediately activated his healing ability to examine him.

To his surprise, he found nothing unusual at all.

According to the results, Qiu’er was perfectly healthy.

Xiao A was experienced and well-informed. He quickly calmed down and said,

“If there’s nothing physically wrong with him, then the only explanation is that the time isn’t right yet. Qiu’er simply isn’t allowed to reveal the truth.”

Suddenly, a thought struck him.

“Wait… you said this is the Memory Secret Realm. Does that mean it’s a secret realm connected to memories?”

Unable to speak, Qiu’er could only nod to confirm that Xiao A was correct.

Xiao A continued,

“I think I understand what’s going on. Since it’s called the Memory Secret Realm, it’s obviously related to memories—events that have already happened in the past. I don’t know exactly which point in time we’re in, but it should be before Qiu’er gained sentience.”

“Back then, before his consciousness awakened, Qiu’er wouldn’t have known anything. If he didn’t know something at that point in time, then naturally he can’t reveal it now.”

After Xiao A finished explaining, Qiu’er suddenly spoke again.

“So that’s what it is.”

“Huh? I can talk again!”

His eyes lit up with delight.

The fact that Qiu’er had regained his voice only further confirmed Xiao A’s theory.

Still unwilling to give up, Qiu’er tried once more to “reveal” the future by telling Bai Tang the truth.

The instant he attempted it, he lost his voice again.

He tried writing it down instead, but his paws immediately cramped up, making it impossible to hold a pen.

Then he attempted to communicate with Bai Tang through their mental link.

He fainted on the spot.

Bai Tang wove a bamboo basket, lined the bottom with dry straw, and carefully placed the unconscious Qiu’er inside together with the still-awake Xiao A.

“If you can’t say it, then don’t.”

He smiled gently at Xiao A.

“Keep an eye on Qiu’er. Once he wakes up, don’t let him try to tell me the truth anymore. I’ll learn it sooner or later. There’s no need for him to sacrifice his health just to reveal a truth that can’t be changed anyway.”

The young man’s voice was soft and gentle.

He slung the bamboo basket onto his back and set off once again in search of a new hiding place.

According to the map Qiu’er had provided, there was a forest to the north.

A forest…

That was familiar territory for Bai Tang.

If the Heavenly soldiers caught up with them, he could use the terrain to his advantage. In a place he knew well, escaping would be much easier.

Having decided on their destination, the young man set off toward the northern forest with the two puppies in tow.


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 487


Chapter 487 – My Master Is Not Human – He Is Still Here (33) END


“Squeak, squeak, squeak—” Here, eat it. Eat it.

The little squirrel cupped the glowing orbs in his tiny paws and held them out to Pei Boyi, looking completely determined not to back down until he watched him eat every last one.

The orbs were undoubtedly precious treasures.

Even though they had just been spit out by the little squirrel, Pei Boyi didn’t mind in the slightest. One by one, he swallowed each orb of power.

“Thank you, Tang Tang.”

The little squirrel immediately beamed with happiness.

The power began to merge within him.

A warm current spread from Pei Boyi’s dantian throughout his entire body, filling every corner with a force that was both completely unfamiliar and strangely familiar at the same time.

Before he had time to figure out why this power felt so intimately connected to him, his expression suddenly changed.

A sharp pain exploded from his dantian, quickly spreading through all four limbs. His current body simply could not withstand such overwhelming power. His cultivation surged wildly. His body burst into flames, like a phoenix being reborn through fire.

The little squirrel had never witnessed anything like this before. He immediately panicked. Pei Boyi no longer had the attention to spare for the Evil God above them. The protective barrier vanished, and a terrifying suction force began pulling both him and the little squirrel toward it.

“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak—!”

The little squirrel floated helplessly through the air. His fluffy fur puffed out in every direction, making him look like a little round ball. The closer he drifted toward the enormous mouth, the stronger the foul stench became.

Every inch of Pei Boyi’s body was being tortured.

Heat.

Pain.

An immense flood of memories was forcibly crammed into his mind, leaving him in such agony that he almost wished for death. Yet despite the unbearable suffering, just as the little squirrel was about to be swallowed by the Evil God, Pei Boyi managed to grab hold of his tail.

“Tang… Tang…”

The story of this world was about to come to an end.

Everything was about to be reset.

A trace of confusion flashed through the little squirrel’s eyes before they quickly became clear once more.

In the same soft, sweet voice that had captivated him from the very beginning, he said, “A-Yi, you’ve had many names… but I’ve always loved you. Thank you… for always spoiling me and loving me.”

A stream of power flowed from the squirrel’s tail, through Pei Boyi’s arm, and into his body.

Pei Boyi looked at Bai Tang in stunned disbelief.

But Bai Tang was smiling.

“Hudson… goodbye.”

Bai Tang transferred all of his cultivation to Pei Boyi.

Then he slipped free from Pei Boyi’s grasp and was swallowed by the Evil God’s gaping mouth.

Another mass of heavy storm clouds churned across the sky.

Heavenly thunder roared.

Pei Boyi’s cultivation broke through into the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, but the remaining power still refused to fully merge, raging uncontrollably inside his body.

“His tribulation has begun.”

The lightning tribulation was the most righteous force in heaven and earth.

The vengeful spirits feared the heavenly lightning and no longer dared to entangle themselves with the cultivators. They scattered in all directions, desperately searching for places to hide.

But escaping would not be so easy.

Pei Boyi’s tribulation lightning was unlike any ordinary lightning tribulation. He possessed the True Dragon’s Aura, the power of the Keystones, and the cultivation Bai Tang had given him—a cultivation infused with demonic qi. Righteous and demonic energies were born in opposition, restraining and relying on each other while never truly coexisting peacefully. Because of this, the lightning he faced was far more terrifying than the tribulation lightning of an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.

If he succeeded, the demonic qi would be purged from his body, the void would be torn open, and he would ascend to immortality.

If he failed, he would be completely erased—his body, soul, and even the chance of reincarnation gone forever.

The first bolt of lightning struck, and the world became as bright as day.

The second bolt fell, stirring violent winds and torrential rain.

The third bolt descended… and then another, and another.

The Evil God, a being of dark attributes, had fled the moment the first heavenly bolt descended. It was not truly afraid of the lightning, but the aura of heavenly thunder made it deeply uncomfortable. Besides, it had just swallowed a small creature, only for that creature to vanish the instant it entered its mouth. The Evil God hated variables beyond its control. The unexpected disappearance of its prey left it furious, and it intended to investigate what had happened.

The lightning gave Pei Boyi no chance to catch his breath. One bolt followed another relentlessly, as though heaven would not rest until it had struck him dead. Yet even when his body was battered into a blood-soaked ruin, Pei Boyi remained standing. His eyes shone brightly, and his posture remained unyielding.

No cultivator had undergone a lightning tribulation for hundreds of years. This spectacle left everyone utterly stunned.

All eyes were fixed on the unfolding scene. The catastrophe itself seemed frozen in place. The flowing lava stopped advancing, and the surviving commoners fell to their knees, praying for the immortals to show mercy and save their lives.

Tang Tang, wait for me.

Eighty-one bolts.

The final bolt was the most terrifying of all.

Heaven and earth seemed to split apart. Mountains trembled and the ground shook violently. Pei Boyi gripped the storage space Bai Tang had left him and roared toward the heavens. Countless rays of golden light burst from his body, so brilliant that no one could keep their eyes open.

The golden light protected Pei Boyi as it clashed against the heavenly lightning. Not only did the lightning fail to kill him, but its power was gradually absorbed by him instead. The final bolt had already fallen. With no more means left to strike him, the lightning could only retreat unwillingly.

When the golden radiance finally faded, Pei Boyi was gone.

“Did he… successfully ascend?”

Fu Maiwen stood there in shock, unable to recover his senses for a long while.

Crack—!

Crash—!

Trees collapsed. Wind and rain raged once more.

Time, which had seemed frozen, began moving again. The lava continued to consume the land, and the cries of the people filled the air.

The mastermind behind the disaster was dead, but the disaster itself had not ended. This was not the time to let down their guard.

At that moment, a hunched old woman slowly approached them, leaning heavily on her cane. Sect Master Siyuan and the others immediately became alert. When the old woman drew closer and they saw what she was carrying, their vigilance rose to its highest level.

“A demonic cultivator,” someone said grimly. “And not a weak one either.”

Daoist Jiayi had passed all of his cultivation to Zhenzhen. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to use it. The cultivation merely sustained her life, keeping her alive for the time being.

“I am Zhenzhen, daughter of Daoist Jiayi and the Sect Master of the Dianxing Sect. My father asked me to bring this to you.”

The elderly woman knew she was neither welcome nor trusted.

She gently placed the black crystal on the ground before retreating dozens of steps, stopping only after she had put a safe distance between herself and the others.

With a wave of his hand, Wen Leng retrieved the black crystal from afar.

It was none other than the Asura Ice that Wang Cheng had stolen—the very source of this catastrophe.

Although Wang Cheng was dead, the only person capable of controlling the Asura Ice had not perished.

Wen Leng immediately asked Yin Chun to bring Demon Saint Biguang over.

Overjoyed, Demon Saint Biguang said, “With this as a vessel to control the Asura Ice, we can reclaim the demonic qi that has spread throughout the world and seal it away once more.”

Everyone divided the work among themselves, scattering in different directions to protect the people and recover the escaping demonic qi.

Zhenzhen did not join them.

She remained where she stood as rain streamed down her face.

Or perhaps they were tears.

Maybe both.

Who could have imagined that a single reckless decision would not only ruin her own life, but also destroy her sect, kill her father, and bring disaster upon the entire world?

Now that a solution had been found, peace quickly returned to the world.

Homes had been destroyed, but as long as people remained alive, they could always rebuild.

The righteous and demonic factions searched the world over, again and again, but neither Bai Tang nor Pei Boyi could be found.

Perhaps one had died while the other had ascended.

Perhaps they had both ascended.

But the most likely possibility was that they had both died.

After all, soul-bound cultivation partners were never meant to have only one survive.

The great war had inflicted devastating losses on both the righteous and demonic factions.

Neither side had any desire to ignite another conflict.

If another war broke out, there truly might be nothing left.

The Le’an Immortal Sect stood once more, shrouded in drifting immortal mist, tranquil and dignified.

The spiritual flowers and herbs planted outside the Medicine Peak’s main hall flourished with vibrant life, their lush growth a testament to the care they had received.

A young woman in green robes carried a watering can, carefully tending each spirit flower and herb. Beside her crouched a little girl of about five. Watching a flower bud slowly bloom, the child exclaimed excitedly, “Senior Sister Yin Chun! It bloomed! It bloomed!”

The little girl’s innocent voice overlapped with the memory of another youthful voice from long ago. For a moment, Yin Chun seemed to see Daoist Heyi once again.

She remembered how he had carefully shielded her from the wind with his cloak, how he would carry her back to Sword Peak from the library time and time again.

Afraid that she would become so absorbed in cultivation that she’d forget to eat, he would split sweet pastries with her and repeatedly remind her,

“Don’t let my little disciple, Pei Boyi, find out.”

“Senior Sister… why are you crying?”

The little girl happily turned to show Yin Chun the beautiful flower, only to discover tears streaming down her face.

“Are you tired? I can help! Senior Sister, let me do it.”

Another memory surfaced.

The refined young man had smiled gently as he told her,

“Don’t rush your cultivation. You’ll achieve twice the results with half the effort if you balance work and rest. If you’re tired or there’s anything you don’t understand, you can always come to me. I’ll help you.”

“It’s nothing.”

Yin Chun wiped away her tears and smiled softly at the little girl.

“The wind was a bit strong just now. Some sand got into my eyes.”

“This flower only blooms once every hundred years. You must take good care of it so its blossoms will last as long as possible.”

“Wow~”

The little girl was instantly captivated by the words “once every hundred years.”

“I’ll take really good care of it~”

“Being diligent is a good thing, but you also have to take good care of yourself.”

The young man’s gentle words beneath the bamboo grove on Sword Peak echoed once more in Yin Chun’s mind.

Yin Chun set down the watering can and took a seat in the pavilion, quietly admiring the flowers and herbs.

She now cultivated both the Sword and Medicine Paths.

Back when everyone had been searching for Bai Tang, she had been one of the most determined. Yet despite all her efforts, she never found even the slightest trace of him.

When Sect Master Siyuan finally announced that Daoist Heyi had fallen, she broke down in tears.

“If I don’t see him alive, or see his body after death, I refuse to believe it.”

Her master, Wen Leng, had only said to her, “Your heart has yet to find peace, and your emotional ties remain unbroken. Perhaps the path of the sword is no longer suited to you.”

From then on, Wen Leng spent most of his time in secluded cultivation.

Although he never asked her to leave Sword Peak, it was clear he believed she was no longer suited to pursue the Sword Dao through killing.

With the Sect Master’s approval, Yin Chun moved to Medicine Peak.

She built a small cottage not far from the main hall and devoted her days to caring for the spirit flowers and medicinal herbs.

Her wood spiritual root was exceptionally compatible with herbal cultivation.

As time passed, the bottleneck that had long held back her cultivation finally began to loosen. Her cultivation advanced rapidly, and after Pei Boyi, she became the Le’an Immortal Sect’s second cultivation prodigy to master both the Sword and Medicine Paths.

Every time Wen Leng emerged from seclusion, he would come to Medicine Peak to sit with her for a while.

The two would drink tea, play a game of Go, spend half the day together, and then he would return to seclusion.

Sect Master Siyuan was occupied with the countless affairs of the Le’an Immortal Sect, but he still made a point of visiting Medicine Peak once every three months.

Today happened to be one of those days.

Yin Chun had prepared tea early and was already waiting for him.

“Hello, Sect Master~”

The little girl wasn’t shy at all. Seeing the Sect Master, she greeted him politely.

She was a rabbit spirit.

After the great battle, she had, through a stroke of fate, taken human form. Having only recently gained sentience, she understood nothing about the world.

While searching for Bai Tang, the Sect Master had happened to meet her.

She reminded him of Bai Tang when he had first arrived at the sect, so he brought her back.

“Sect Master, please have a seat.”

With her slender hands, Yin Chun poured tea for the Sect Master seated across from her.

Looking over the flourishing medicinal garden, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

“If Xiao Tang were still here, seeing that his favorite flower has finally bloomed… he would be overjoyed.”

“Yes.”

“The spirit tea leaves in the back are ready to be harvested as well. We can make Daoist Heyi’s favorite pan-fried pine nuts again.”

“One little flower… two little flowers… three little flowers…”

The little girl was soon distracted by the brightly colored blossoms nearby, happily counting them in her soft, childlike voice.

Everything in the main hall of Medicine Peak remained exactly as it had always been.

Only one question lingered—

When would its long-absent master finally come home?


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 486


Chapter 486 – My Master Is Not Human – Despair and Rebirth (32)


“So, whose death day is it, exactly? We don’t know that yet.” Bai Tang stepped forward with puffed cheeks. This was the person who had been framing both him and A-Yi all this time. What a despicable bastard.

During the earlier confrontation, Wang Cheng’s hood had been knocked off, revealing an unbelievably hideous face.

His original appearance had never been particularly handsome, but neither had it been ugly. His current grotesque appearance was the result of recklessly pursuing power through cultivation.

The skin on the right side of Wang Cheng’s face was as wrinkled as the bark of an ancient tree. The left side was covered with dense, unknown patterns that spread across his features. His facial proportions were completely distorted—his face was far too large while his features were too small, making him look like a flattened pancake, the moldy kind that’s long past its expiration date.

Bai Tang couldn’t imagine how Wang Cheng’s subordinates managed to work under him while looking at that face. As for Bai Tang himself, he found it utterly revolting.

“Blegh… Ugh…”

Bai Tang bent over and gagged. Raising a hand to stop Wang Cheng, he stammered, “D-Don’t come any closer.”

Pei Boyi gently rubbed Bai Tang’s back before taking out his favorite lemon-citrus candy—the homemade snack Bai Tang always liked whenever he felt nauseous.

“Tang Tang, open your mouth.”

“Ahhh—”

“A-Yi… he’s so ugly,” Bai Tang mumbled around the candy his husband had lovingly made for him.

Pei Boyi coaxed him gently, “Be good. We won’t look at him anymore. Ugly people aren’t worth looking at. I’m better-looking—look at me instead.”

“A-Yi, you’re the best~”

Wang Cheng nearly choked with rage.

What the hell is this?!

As the greatest villain, he was supposed to be the most imposing man on the battlefield. Yet Bai Tang and Pei Boyi ignored him so completely that he might as well not exist.

Every humiliation he had ever suffered came flooding back.

It had all started because of them.

If they had shown him just a little more tolerance back then, he never would have ended up like this. His family… those cultivators who had died resisting… they had all died because of them.

“Cherish this last chance to flaunt your love,” Wang Cheng sneered, letting out a sinister cackle. “You won’t have another.”

“You should cover your face again.”

Without warning, Bai Tang struck first.

He flicked the vine in his hand toward Wang Cheng.

Instinctively, Wang Cheng sidestepped to dodge. At that exact moment, a thick woolen cloth fluttered through the air and landed squarely over his face.

“That’s much better.”

Looking at the “headless” demonic cultivator standing before him, Bai Tang turned to Pei Boyi with an expression that practically screamed, Come on, praise me!

“Tang Tang is amazing. I think it’s much better too. I don’t feel sick anymore.”

Pei Boyi happily played along.

As long as Tang Tang was happy, nothing else mattered.

Bai Tang immediately beamed with satisfaction.

“Of course!”

Wang Cheng ripped the cloth from his face.

Seeing the two of them still chatting and laughing as though he weren’t even there made his teeth grind with fury.

Ignored again.

Did they really think he was still the powerless, inexperienced youth he had once been?

Enraged, Wang Cheng swiftly formed a series of hand seals and launched an attack at Pei Boyi.

Centered on Wang Cheng, a ring of fire erupted with a radius of ten meters, encircling everyone within it. The roaring flames surged to the height of a grown man.

Bai Tang’s expression immediately darkened.

All animals feared fire, and fluffy creatures like him were especially instinctively afraid of it.

Dark clouds gathered overhead as thunder rumbled across the sky.

Black qi and golden light poured from Wang Cheng’s body, intertwining into a dark golden aura. He had seized the True Dragon’s Aura for himself. The dragon’s aura, once a symbol of righteousness, had now become something evil—a source of Wang Cheng’s power.

“Tang Tang, stay behind me.”

Pei Boyi gently pushed Bai Tang behind him.

Summoning his longsword, he unsheathed it with a sharp ring. The flying sword hovered vertically in midair before splitting into ten identical swords, each attacking Wang Cheng from a different angle.

Wang Cheng remained completely unfazed.

With the protection of the True Dragon’s Aura, ordinary spells and techniques could not harm him at all.

The battle quickly mirrored Wang Cheng’s earlier fight against Yue Xiyin.

No matter how many techniques Pei Boyi unleashed, none of them could even touch Wang Cheng.

After exchanging more than a hundred moves, sweat covered Pei Boyi’s forehead. Anxiety was written all over his face, and beneath it lingered traces of fear and hesitation.

Judging that his opponent had run out of options, Wang Cheng burst into laughter.

“You’re out of tricks,” he mocked. “But I haven’t even used my full strength yet.”

Without warning, he hurled his giant wheel into the sky.

Drawing in bolts of lightning, the massive wheel began circling around Pei Boyi and Bai Tang. It spun faster and faster, while the ring it formed steadily shrank, threatening to crush them inside.

“Tang Tang, get out first.”

Pei Boyi shielded Bai Tang while desperately searching for a way to break through the encirclement.

“No! I’m not leaving!”

Bai Tang refused without hesitation.

“Wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be. Don’t even think about sending me away again.”

Again…?

In that instant, countless images flashed through Bai Tang’s mind like streaks of lightning.

Yet he couldn’t make out a single one clearly.

An overwhelming flood of memories surged toward him, causing a splitting headache that felt as though his head would burst apart.

“Tang Tang… trust me.”

Pei Boyi wrapped an arm around Bai Tang’s waist.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tiny white point.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he hurled his sword.

The flying sword tore open a narrow gap in the rapidly spinning ring of lightning.

Seizing the opportunity, Pei Boyi threw Bai Tang through the opening.

The sword could not hold the breach for long.

The instant Bai Tang escaped, the blade was violently snapped in two, and the ring of lightning continued to contract.

The air filled with the acrid smell of something burning.

“A-Yi—!”

Bai Tang turned around, but all he could see was the scorched smoke rising from the sphere of crackling lightning.

“Die… Die!”

Bathed in the firelight, Wang Cheng’s already hideous face twisted into an even more grotesque expression.

Just then, Sect Master Siyuan and the others arrived, bringing with them the demonic cultivators who had been besieging them.

The black-robed demonic cultivator dared not lift his head to face Wang Cheng.

His mission had failed.

Not only had he failed to seize the Sect Keystone, but he had also been captured and interrogated, revealing Wang Cheng’s location.

In truth, even if the black-robed cultivator had remained silent, Sect Master Siyuan would still have learned where Wang Cheng was.

The disciples who had escaped to gather at the main hall had already reported everything that had happened in exact detail.

Even so…

They were too late.

By the time they arrived, Yue Xiyin had been gravely wounded, Du Ting’s life hung by a thread, Bai Tang was crying out in despair…

And Pei Boyi was nowhere to be found.

There was only one explanation for the overwhelming despair radiating from Bai Tang—

Something had happened to Pei Boyi.

Pei Boyi’s personal sword lay broken in two, further confirming the grim truth that his chances of survival were slim.

The Fourteen-Star Alignment had arrived.

During the solar eclipse, the world’s righteous energy—the source of Heaven and Earth’s balance—was at its weakest. The Heavenly Dao’s power was also at its most fragile, making this the perfect moment to tear open the void.

The grand formation Wang Cheng had set up had finished absorbing the cultivators’ blood.

The Evil God from another dimension sensed the summons and was now battering against the barrier separating the two worlds.

Wang Cheng intended to use this opportunity to shatter the barrier from within and open a passage.

The earth trembled violently.

Mountains shook.

Volcanoes erupted, spewing molten lava.

Wherever the lava flowed, everything it touched melted instantly.

The mortal world had become a living hell.

Walking to the center of the formation, Wang Cheng extended a hand toward Sect Master Siyuan.

“Hand over the Keystone, and I’ll spare your lives.”

The True Dragon’s Aura would allow him to break through the dimensional barrier.

Once the barrier was breached, however, the aura would be exhausted.

After ascending to the Upper Realm, he would need the power stored within the Keystone to restore his strength.

Forty-eight Keystones had already been placed within the formation.

Only the Le’an Immortal Sect’s Keystone remained.

“You’ve turned the mortal world into a living hell. Do you really think I’d believe a single word you say?” Sect Master Siyuan refused without hesitation.

Wen Leng and the others also took up battle stances, ready to fight at any moment.

Wang Cheng smiled coldly.

“So you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit.”

Without warning, he made his move.

His figure blurred like a phantom as he instantly appeared beside Bai Tang, seized him by the throat, and dragged him back to the center of the formation.

“Since Sect Master Siyuan refuses to cooperate, then I’ll simply take Daoist Heyi with me. If I run into any trouble along the way, I’ll offer him as a sacrifice to the Evil God.”

Wang Cheng’s grip tightened mercilessly.

Bai Tang’s face quickly turned blue from lack of air.

He clawed desperately at Wang Cheng’s hand, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t pry those fingers loose.

“You insolent wretch! How dare you?!” Sect Master Siyuan’s expression changed drastically as he roared in fury.

“Let Xiao Tang go. If you do, I’ll spare your life.”

Fu Maiwen’s heart ached at the sight of Bai Tang’s suffering, and his hatred for Wang Cheng only deepened.

“What is there for me to fear?” Wang Cheng sneered. “Give me the Keystone, and I’ll return Daoist Heyi to you. So, Sect Master Siyuan… do we have a deal or not?”

The sky grew darker and darker.

Above the formation, a massive vortex slowly began to take shape.

With great difficulty, Bai Tang turned his head.

The sphere of crackling lightning had already disappeared.

A-Yi was dead.

Not even his body remained.

Bai Tang’s mind went completely blank.

Even his soul trembled as boundless grief engulfed his heart.

A-Yi… A-Yi…

Sect Master Siyuan took out the Keystone.

Hesitation filled his face, along with unmistakable guilt.

On one side stood all the lives under heaven.

On the other was his most beloved junior martial brother.

Between righteousness and personal attachment, there had never been a choice that could satisfy both.

A-Yi… avenge him!

Hatred consumed Bai Tang’s consciousness.

Inside the Main System’s space, the announcement system sounded an urgent warning.

[Warning! Warning! The host is about to lose control. Transferring the Power of the Heavenly Dao. Transfer successful. Conversion failed. Bzzzt—]

The announcement system had no idea what had gone wrong.

It only knew that Bai Tang absolutely could not lose control.

It had attempted to transfer the Power of the Heavenly Dao that had been gathered from previous mission worlds, hoping it would suppress his power.

The transfer had succeeded.

But instead of suppressing Bai Tang…

He absorbed it.

A tremendous surge of power suddenly erupted from Bai Tang’s body.

With a sharp crack, the hand gripping his throat shattered into pieces.

The resulting shockwave blasted Wang Cheng more than a dozen meters away.

Avenge him… avenge him…

Bai Tang transformed into a little squirrel.

Moving so fast that he became a blur, he snatched up the Keystones scattered on the ground and swallowed them whole.

Everyone felt only a sudden gust of wind.

Then, the Keystone in Sect Master Siyuan’s hand was gone as well.

The little squirrel had stolen it.

Gulp.

He swallowed it in one bite.

“No—!”

Watching the scene unfold, despair flooded Wang Cheng’s heart.

Within the vortex overhead, a gigantic crimson eye slowly opened, as though searching the world below for prey.

Wang Cheng knew exactly what it was.

It was the Evil God’s eye.

The Evil God had already broken through the dimensional barrier for him.

There was no more time.

Scrambling to his feet, he sprinted toward the center of the formation.

Pfft!

The formation was only a few steps away—within reach.

But Wang Cheng collapsed before he could enter it.

Turning around with difficulty, he saw Pei Boyi standing behind him.

No one knew when he had appeared.

His expression remained cold and indifferent as he slowly pulled a vine free from Wang Cheng’s body.

I refuse to accept this…

This isn’t how it was supposed to end.

It wasn’t…

Standing at the center of the formation, Bai Tang was bathed in dark golden light.

The True Dragon’s Aura flew out of Wang Cheng’s body and shot into the enormous crimson eye overhead.

At the same time, Bai Tang slowly rose into the air, carried upward by the golden radiance.

Avenge him… avenge him…

Wang Cheng was his enemy.

The Evil God was his enemy as well.

The aura surrounding Wang Cheng resembled the Evil God’s.

Anyone who possessed that kind of power was his enemy.

Violent winds howled as sand and stones filled the sky.

Countless vengeful spirits of those Wang Cheng had murdered surged through the air.

It’s all the cultivators’ fault.

When immortals fight, it’s ordinary people who suffer.

We only wanted peaceful lives.

Why couldn’t we have that?

Why were we the ones who had to die?

Why should they live?

If anyone has to die… then everyone should die together!

Sect Master Siyuan, Wen Leng, and the others fought desperately against the charging vengeful spirits, leaving them unable to approach the formation.

Bai Tang was about to touch the gigantic eye.

Stepping across the swarming spirits, Pei Boyi chased after him.

Just as the enormous eye transformed into a monstrous mouth, ready to swallow Bai Tang whole—

A pair of hands reached out and shielded the little squirrel.

“Tang Tang… don’t go.”

The familiar voice snapped the little squirrel back to his senses for a brief moment.

He turned around.

His beloved, whom he had believed to be dead, was looking at him with the same gentle gaze as always.

“Squeak…” A-Yi.

The man and the little squirrel hung suspended in midair. An invisible barrier separated them from the monstrous mouth. Unable to devour its prey, the giant mouth let out a furious roar.

Suddenly, the little squirrel’s body began to twitch. Then he started spitting things out. It was the power stored inside the Keystones.

The squirrel had digested the Keystones themselves—the vessels that contained the power—revealing the energy hidden within.

That power did not belong to this world. It came from a higher plane of existence. The very world that Wang Cheng had longed to reach.


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 485


Chapter 485 – My Master Is Not Human – His Plans Were Ruined Again (31)


As one major sect after another fell and the demonic cultivators sent to seize the Le’an Immortal Sect’s Keystone all failed, the time left for Wang Cheng was running out. At last, he could no longer hold back. Leading his subordinates personally, he launched a full-scale assault on the Le’an Immortal Sect.

Standing once again at the mountain gate of the Le’an Immortal Sect after so many years, Wang Cheng was filled with emotion. He had returned. And this time, he had returned in glory.

The mountain gate looked just as it had the day he first entered it years ago. Misty immortal energy drifted through the air, and spiritual energy remained abundant, as though the chaos raging outside had nothing to do with the Le’an Immortal Sect. The entire place exuded a peaceful serenity, detached from worldly conflicts.

But that peace would not last much longer.

Soon, this place would become a sea of blood.

Wang Cheng could already picture those lofty peak masters, who had once looked down on everyone with disdain, kneeling at his feet. To save their own lives, they would bow and scrape before him. Just imagining the scene filled him with delight. He could hardly wait to see it become reality.

“Reporting to the Sect Master! This is bad! The demonic cultivators have surrounded the mountain gate!” a gatekeeping disciple rushed in to report.

Sect Master Siyuan and the others immediately turned pale.

“Activate the Grand Protective Formation!” he shouted.

The demonic cultivators outside were most likely here for the Sect Keystone. Although they did not know what the enemy intended to do with it, under no circumstances could they allow it to fall into their hands.

The Demon Saint Biguang was quite curious about the mysterious figure who had been stirring up turmoil across both the righteous and demonic factions. He leisurely walked outside to have a look.

Bai Tang followed after him. He also wanted to find out who the person behind all the schemes against him really was.

The moment Bai Tang moved, Pei Boyi naturally followed as well.

When the group arrived at the mountain gate, they saw a dense ring of figures dressed in black hooded robes surrounding the entrance.

The lingering aura in the air felt familiar, though it was faint. It was identical to the aura that had once carried a divine sense to manipulate demonic qi and attack Tangtang. It seemed that the demonic cultivator responsible for that attack had come as well and had likely left only moments earlier.

Looking at the unfamiliar demonic cultivators, Demon Saint Biguang asked, “Who is your master?”

The leading demonic cultivator let out a cold laugh.

“Demon Saint Biguang, we still address you as ‘Demon Saint’ out of courtesy, yet you’ve chosen to consort with so-called righteous disciples. What right do you have to command us now? Who our master is has nothing to do with you. If you know what’s good for you, leave now, and our master may spare you from punishment. Otherwise, you can die together with them.”

“Hand over the Sect Keystone, and we’ll spare your lives. Refuse, and you’ll die without even a place to be buried.”

The black-robed cultivator leading the group was Wang Cheng’s most trusted subordinate. Having long understood the depth of Wang Cheng’s hatred toward the Le’an Immortal Sect, and possessing exceptional ability himself, he had earned Wang Cheng’s favor.

His master had promised him that once their plan succeeded, he would tear open the void and leave this world. And when that time came, he would become the ruler of this world.

“Such arrogance from someone so young.” Demon Saint Biguang was so angry he almost laughed. These days, it seemed anyone dared to throw their weight around in front of him, completely ignorant of the consequences.

Everyone had a temper, and Demon Saint Biguang’s was no exception. He usually kept his emotions in check so his tribulation would be easier to overcome. But now, someone had actually come to his doorstep and acted so brazenly. Who could possibly tolerate that?

The moment Demon Saint Biguang made his move, scores of demonic cultivators behind the black-robed leader dropped where they stood.

Pei Boyi covered Bai Tang’s eyes, refusing to let him watch.

A scene this bloody was better left unseen.

Although Bai Tang couldn’t see anything, he could still smell the thick scent of blood hanging in the air. It was unpleasant—foul enough to make him wrinkle his nose.

He turned around and buried himself in his husband’s arms, taking the opportunity to act a little spoiled.

With his vision blocked, his other senses became even sharper. Besides, Bai Tang had always possessed exceptionally keen hearing.

The vines beneath the earth emerged and informed him that the person who had been framing him was not far away. That person was slaughtering the Le’an Immortal Sect cultivators who had been rushing toward the main hall, using their blood to activate a formation.

Bai Tang pushed Pei Boyi away.

Pei Boyi’s expression immediately turned serious.

“They’re behind us?” he asked in a low voice.

Bai Tang nodded and grabbed Pei Boyi’s hand, pulling him as they ran toward Wang Cheng’s location.

After leading his group back toward the main hall, Yue Xiyin noticed that the number of people didn’t add up. He hurried off to investigate and, following a suspicious figure, arrived at the rear mountain.

There, he discovered Wang Cheng using the cultivators’ blood as a sacrifice to awaken the slumbering Evil God.

Without a word, Yue Xiyin charged forward with his magical treasure and attacked.

After exchanging more than a hundred moves, Yue Xiyin realized that Wang Cheng’s cultivation was no weaker than his own—they were almost evenly matched.

However, Wang Cheng seemed to be protected by some mysterious force. Whenever he was unable to evade one of Yue Xiyin’s attacks, an unknown golden light would appear and neutralize it. After this happened several times, the attacks even rebounded, injuring Yue Xiyin instead.

Struck by his own spell, Yue Xiyin faltered for a moment.

Wang Cheng immediately seized the opportunity and sent him crashing to the ground with a powerful kick.

Pfft!

Every attack Yue Xiyin had launched at Wang Cheng had been executed with his full strength. Now that the backlash had turned against him, the impact nearly shattered his heart meridians.

Wang Cheng would kill anyone who stood in his way, whether man or Buddha. Victory was within his grasp, and he would not allow anyone to ruin his plans again.

Now that Yue Xiyin no longer had the strength to fight back, Wang Cheng intended to finish him off.

Just as Du Ting arrived, he saw Wang Cheng about to drive a mass of demonic qi straight into Yue Xiyin’s chest.

“Master—!”

The young man’s heart-wrenching cry failed to stop Wang Cheng’s attack.

He hurled out his natal magical artifact. With a loud clang, it barely managed to block the fatal blow—but the artifact shattered in the process.

To a cultivator, a natal magical artifact was as important as their own life. It felt as though Du Ting’s soul had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His connection to the artifact was severed, and he suffered severe internal injuries as a result.

Even so, forcing his battered body to keep moving, he rushed to Yue Xiyin’s side. Using the last of the spiritual energy within him, he erected a protective barrier around the two of them.

As long as he still lived, that demonic cultivator would not lay another finger on his master.

“Du Ting… leave. Hurry…” Yue Xiyin said weakly.

“No. I’m not leaving. Wherever Master is, that’s where I’ll be.”

Du Ting was stubborn.

He couldn’t run, didn’t want to run, and knew he wouldn’t be able to escape anyway.

He could sense just how powerful the enemy was. There was no way he could defeat him. But if he could hold out for even a little longer…

His fellow disciples had already gone to notify the Sect Master.

As long as he could buy a little more time, once the Sect Master arrived, his master would be saved.

Only in the face of life and death could the true value of sincere feelings be revealed.

Until now, Yue Xiyin had believed that Du Ting was merely young and immature, that he didn’t truly understand love and had simply mistaken admiration and attachment for romantic feelings.

But now, seeing the tall young man standing before him, willing to stake his life to protect him, Yue Xiyin could no longer deceive himself.

His youngest disciple’s feelings for him were real.

Summoning the last of his strength, Yue Xiyin slowly sat up and took Du Ting’s hand.

“Master…”

Yue Xiyin’s spotless white robes were stained with dirt and blood, but he paid them no mind. He simply gave Du Ting a gentle smile.

“If we both survive… we can give us a chance.”

An overwhelming wave of joy washed over Du Ting.

He was ecstatic.

But the moment he moved, the agonizing pain from his shattered dantian pierced him to the bone, reminding him that he had little time left.

Du Ting smiled, tears shimmering in his eyes.

“Master… I’m so happy. Truly… happier than I’ve ever been…”

Every time Wang Cheng tried to kill someone, he was interrupted again and again—first by Bai Tang, and now by Yue Xiyin.

Humiliated and enraged, he launched one relentless attack after another against the protective barrier.

Having overdrawn his spiritual energy, Du Ting’s body deteriorated even faster.

Cracks spread across the barrier.

Du Ting’s face turned as pale as gold paper, and with every passing second, his complexion grew worse.

“Master… I… I don’t think… I can stay with you any longer. I-I’m sorry…”

When the barrier finally shattered, Du Ting exhausted the very last trace of his spiritual energy.

Unable to bear the strain any longer, he closed his eyes and collapsed.

“No! Du Ting! Du Ting, don’t die! Please don’t die…”

Yue Xiyin caught Du Ting in his arms.

His pale lips, deathly complexion, and faint, faltering breaths all told Yue Xiyin the same cruel truth—

Du Ting was dying.

For his sake.

Du Ting was dying to protect him.

“What touching devotion between master and disciple. No… I should say, such devotion between cultivation partners.”

Wang Cheng looked at Yue Xiyin, the once noble and elegant Peak Master of Le Peak. Now his eyes were vacant, his spirit utterly broken as he knelt there, diminished before him.

Suddenly, Wang Cheng no longer felt like killing him.

Killing him would only allow the two of them to become a pair of tragic lovers in death.

It would be far more satisfying if one lived while the other died—leaving the survivor to suffer every waking moment for the rest of his life.

That, to Wang Cheng, was the greatest form of revenge.

As if that weren’t enough, Wang Cheng maliciously prepared to inject demonic qi into Yue Xiyin’s body.

Hadn’t Yue Xiyin always looked down on demonic cultivators?

Then let him become one himself.

His beloved would die at the hands of a demonic cultivator, dying in his own arms. That agony would surely be magnified to its utmost.

Just as Wang Cheng gathered his power and was about to force the demonic qi into Yue Xiyin’s body, a soft, gentle voice called out,

“Stop.”

At the same moment, a flash of sword light swept past his hand.

Had he not withdrawn it quickly enough, the sword qi would have severed his hand.

Bai Tang summoned vines that wrapped around Wang Cheng, dragging him away.

Together with Pei Boyi, he rushed to Yue Xiyin’s side.

A tear rolled down Yue Xiyin’s face as memories of Du Ting clinging to him from childhood until now flashed through his mind.

“Master, I don’t understand this page.”

“Master, can you see if my fingering on the seven-string zither is correct?”

“Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me, Master. My wish is to stay by your side forever.”

“Xiyin, I like you. Stealing a kiss from you was wrong… but loving you wasn’t.”

Their years together replayed before his eyes like scenes from a lantern show.

So it turned out…

That drunken kiss had already stirred his heart.

Yue Xiyin gave Bai Tang a sorrowful smile.

“Tang Tang… Du Ting is dead.”

“He died for me.”

“I’m dying too. I couldn’t keep the promise I made while I was alive… When we’re gone, bury us together.”

“Senior Brother Yue…” Looking at the deathly pallor on Yue Xiyin’s face, Bai Tang felt an indescribable ache in his heart.

He hurriedly took out a medicinal pill.

“Senior Brother Yue, take this. Quickly.”

Pei Boyi checked Du Ting’s pulse.

Its weak beats were growing slower and slower, until a long time passed between each one.

Seeing the anxiety on Bai Tang’s face, Pei Boyi’s eyes darkened.

He quietly mobilized the power of his soul to protect Du Ting’s heart meridians, then stuffed several medicinal pills into his mouth.

“Du Ting won’t die. His recovery will take time, but he won’t die. Martial Uncle Yue, don’t lose hope. If you die while he survives, it will only become another tragic story.”

Pei Boyi’s words gradually restored the light to Yue Xiyin’s eyes.

Grabbing Pei Boyi’s hand, he asked urgently, “Are you certain?”

Taking advantage of the moment Yue Xiyin opened his mouth, Pei Boyi suddenly caught Bai Tang’s hand, popped a medicinal pill into Yue Xiyin’s mouth, and gave him a light pat to help him swallow it.

Caught completely off guard, Yue Xiyin nearly choked. However, as the medicinal pill replenished his spiritual energy, some color finally returned to his pale face.

“You…”

“You understand pulse diagnosis yourself, Martial Uncle. Check for yourself.”

With that, Pei Boyi moved both Du Ting and Yue Xiyin safely aside.

At that very moment, Wang Cheng broke free from the vines binding him.

The lush green vines shattered into countless fragments.

Gripping his massive natal weapon, he glared furiously at Pei Boyi and Bai Tang.

“Today… will be the day you die.”


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 484


Chapter 484 – My Master Is Not Human – Please Stop Showing Off Your Affection (30)


Before Sect Master Siyuan and the others could come up with a perfect strategy, Wang Cheng—now in possession of the True Dragon Aura—could no longer restrain himself and finally made his move.

With the True Dragon Aura in his hands, he believed the world already belonged to him.

The demonic cultivators who had pledged allegiance to Wang Cheng gathered their forces. This was no longer a series of small skirmishes.

This time, they launched an all-out assault on the righteous cultivators.

They killed anyone they encountered without mercy.

There was no longer any need to recruit more followers. Their ranks had already grown large enough. Besides, the righteous cultivators were nothing special—fragile, easily crushed with a single blow.

When the demonic army attacked the Dianxing Sect, Daoist Jiayi was inside, spending time with his long-lost daughter and making up for the years they had missed together.

The room was filled with warmth and laughter.

Outside, however, the sounds of slaughter echoed through the sect.

“Ahhh!”

“Sect Master, it’s an emergency! The demonic cultivators have broken through!”

“Run!”

“Senior Brother…”

The frantic cries came one after another.

Daoist Jiayi shot to his feet and glared at the demonic cultivators who had stormed inside.

“How dare you barge in here!”

The leading demonic cultivator sneered.

“Oh? I wondered who it was. Just a man who’s about to die. Since you’re at death’s door anyway, I’ll let you shout a few more times if you like.”

Daoist Jiayi’s expression immediately darkened.

He had cooperated with Wang Cheng. In exchange for finding Zhenzhen, he had planted spies in the sects allied with the Le’an Immortal Sect.

Now that everything had unfolded according to Wang Cheng’s wishes, was he planning to cross the river and destroy the bridge behind him?

“Father…”

Standing behind Daoist Jiayi, Zhenzhen clutched his arm anxiously, her voice filled with apparent worry.

“Don’t be afraid, Zhenzhen,” Daoist Jiayi said reassuringly, patting her hand. “As long as your father is here, none of them will lay a finger on you.”

Behind his back, where he could not see, there wasn’t a trace of fear on Zhenzhen’s face.

Instead, a cold light gleamed in her eyes.

“I knew from the very beginning that demonic cultivators couldn’t be trusted,” Daoist Jiayi said with a cold laugh. “Do you really think Wang Cheng can accomplish his grand plan without me?”

Daoist Jiayi had never been a simple man. Otherwise, he could never have so successfully helped the demonic cultivators infiltrate the righteous sects.

He summoned his natal magic treasure.

Silver light flashed through the room like dancing shadows, dazzling the eye.

The gap of a single cultivation realm was like the distance between heaven and earth.

Aside from a select few, every demonic cultivator present was slain by Daoist Jiayi.

The leader of the demonic cultivators spat out a mouthful of blood.

Supporting himself with one hand on his sword, he dropped to one knee.

“You… Lord Wang… won’t let you get away with this…”

Daoist Jiayi let out a scornful laugh.

“Wang Cheng? Then call him here. Don’t think he’s the only one capable of turning on his allies. Did you really think I wouldn’t prepare a contingency plan of my own?”

Facing a man who was about to die, Daoist Jiayi was patient enough to indulge him with a few extra words.

Yet before he could reveal what his so-called contingency plan was…

A sharp pain suddenly shot through his side.

A cold blade pierced his body.

Daoist Jiayi turned around in disbelief.

The person who had stabbed him was none other than…

his most beloved daughter.

“Why?” he demanded, pulling the dagger from his body. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Zhenzhen. “Wasn’t I good enough to you?”

Zhenzhen remained expressionless and offered no reply.

Coldly, she drew another dagger from her robes…

and stabbed him a second time.

“You… you’re not my daughter.”

Only then did Daoist Jiayi notice the aura of death in Zhenzhen’s eyes. No living person should possess such lifelessness.

Unfortunately, he realized it far too late.

Zhenzhen said calmly, “You’re very clever… but you’ve realized it too late.”

She drove the dagger in even deeper.

Bright red blood spread across the floor.

Daoist Jiayi tried to fight back, but he found that he couldn’t muster even the slightest strength. Nor could he circulate his spiritual qi.

The spiritual energy within his body was rapidly draining away.

Through his fading vision, he watched as Zhenzhen took the Keystone that symbolized the authority of the Dianxing Sect from his person.

His eyesight gradually blurred.

The leader of the demonic cultivators struggled to his feet and spat on Daoist Jiayi.

“So? How does it feel to be betrayed and wounded by someone you love most?”

He wasn’t actually interested in hearing an answer.

Looking at the dying old man, he found the scene utterly boring. Shaking his head, he turned and hurried after Zhenzhen.

The woman was indeed Zhenzhen…

but not the original Zhenzhen.

When she had fallen from the cliff, she had still been clinging to life. Wang Cheng had then used a soul-transference technique to exchange her soul with that of a female demonic cultivator whose body was already on the verge of death.

The real Zhenzhen now inhabited the frail body of an elderly woman.

Rushing back as quickly as that broken body allowed, she finally returned to the Dianxing Sect just before Daoist Jiayi drew his last breath.

“Father! Father!”

The old woman staggered forward.

Though she desperately wanted to reach her father as quickly as possible, her failing body simply wouldn’t cooperate.

“Father… how are you? Your daughter was unfilial. I came back too late…”

Hearing the familiar cries, Daoist Jiayi forced his eyes open with his remaining strength.

The first thing he saw was an old woman who looked even older than he did.

“You… you…”

“I’m Zhenzhen, Father. Don’t you recognize me?”

The elderly woman’s appearance was beyond recognition, and even her voice had become harsh and unpleasant.

But the way she spoke…

The concern in her voice…

Those belonged to his daughter, and no one else.

“Zhenzhen…”

Daoist Jiayi struggled to sit up and, with great effort, grasped her hand.

“How… how did you become like this? Who did this to you…?”

Tears streamed down Zhenzhen’s face.

“I don’t know. After I jumped off the cliff that day, a demonic cultivator saved me. I thought I had been rescued, but instead he coveted my body. He swapped my soul with someone else’s. This body is riddled with illness… I don’t have much time left. I’ve only caused you more worry, Father. It’s all my fault. I was an unfilial daughter…”

Daoist Jiayi was no fool.

After hearing her explanation, how could he possibly fail to understand what had happened?

“It’s not your fault…”

His voice trembled with regret.

“It’s mine. I… I chose the wrong path. I truly chose the wrong path…”

Overwhelmed with remorse, Daoist Jiayi finally understood the consequences of his choices.

Yet before his death, he had been reunited with his daughter.

And more importantly…

He still had one final chance to correct his mistake.

It wasn’t too late.

There was still time.

There had to be.

“Zhenzhen… Father doesn’t have much time left. Listen carefully. I’m going to pass all of my cultivation to you. Then go to my cultivation chamber. There’s a teleportation array there. Find the spirit stones…”

After giving his final instructions, Daoist Jiayi transferred all of his cultivation to Zhenzhen.

The moment the transfer was complete, his eyes remained wide open as he drew his last breath.

He died with his eyes open, unable to rest in peace.

“Don’t worry, Father. I’ll do everything you told me to do. I promise I will.”

Zhenzhen gently closed Daoist Jiayi’s eyes before hurrying toward his cultivation chamber.

Meanwhile, the fake “Zhenzhen” returned to Wang Cheng with the Keystone.

The table before Wang Cheng was already almost completely covered with Keystones—the symbolic tokens representing the various major sects.

Although these items appeared to be nothing more than tokens of identification, they actually contained the Power of the Righteous Path.

This so-called Power of the Righteous Path was a force recognized and sanctioned by the Heavenly Dao, allowing a sect to exist and flourish over the long term.

Not just any cultivator could establish a sect.

A sect that was not acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao would never survive for very long.

Wang Cheng was collecting these Keystones as a precaution.

If, for some reason, he failed to fully control the True Dragon Aura, he could still rely on the Power of the Righteous Path to tear open space itself.

Before long, several more demonic cultivators returned, each carrying another sect’s Keystone.

Wang Cheng placed them into the remaining spaces on the table.

Only one corner remained empty.

There was still one missing.

Frowning, he counted the sects represented by the Keystones one by one.

Which one was absent?

After counting them again, Wang Cheng ground his teeth together and slowly spat out a single name.

“Le…’an… Immortal… Sect.”

The group of demonic cultivators he had sent to seize the Le’an Immortal Sect’s Keystone had not only failed to return…

They had all been wiped out.

Sect Master Siyuan hadn’t even needed to lift a finger.

Bi Guang Demon Saint had personally exterminated them.

It was also his way of demonstrating his sincerity in cooperating with the Le’an Immortal Sect.

At present, the demonic cultivators had split into three factions.

The first faction was led by Wang Cheng. They had sworn to exterminate the righteous path and become the rulers of the world.

The second faction followed Bi Guang Demon Saint. It wasn’t that they had no desire to rule the world, but survival was far more important. They had already seen through Wang Cheng’s true objective. Only those who remained blinded by ambition continued to follow him foolishly. If Wang Cheng actually succeeded, this world itself would cease to exist.

The third faction remained neutral.

They lacked the strength to support any grand ambitions, and whichever side they joined, they would likely end up as expendable cannon fodder. So they simply stayed out of the conflict. With demonic qi now filling the world, they had little to lose. They found secluded places to cultivate instead, focusing solely on increasing their own strength.

“Why is he collecting the Keystones?”

Sect Master Siyuan murmured to himself, unable to make sense of Wang Cheng’s actions no matter how much he thought about them.

A faint sense of foreboding arose in Bai Tang’s heart.

He turned to Sect Master Siyuan and suggested, “Sect Master, we should gather all of the disciples here. Since the demonic cultivators were able to infiltrate the other major sects, there’s no guarantee they can’t infiltrate the Le’an Immortal Sect as well. We can’t afford to lose any more disciples.”

“What Xiao Tang says makes sense.”

Sect Leader Si Yuan looked at Le Xi Yin, the peak master of Le Feng. “Xiyin, go and bring all the disciples here. I’ll have to trouble you with this.”

Yue Xiyin was perceptive and meticulous. If anything seemed out of place, he would surely notice it, making him the ideal person for the task.

“Alright. I’ll go right away.”

Yue Xiyin glanced at Bai Tang. His lips parted slightly, as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent and turned to leave.

Du Ting hurried after him, no longer bothering to hide the affection in his eyes.

If Dao Lord He Yi can become Dao companions with his own disciple… then so can Master and I.

“Master.”

“Don’t call me that, you rebellious disciple.”

A flash of annoyance crossed Yue Xiyin’s face.

Du Ting had always been quiet and unassuming. Yue Xiyin had thought he was a good disciple.

Who would have guessed that he harbored such improper feelings toward his own master?

The last time, taking advantage of Yue Xiyin’s drunkenness, Du Ting had even stolen a kiss from him.

His first kiss had been taken just like that.

It was utterly infuriating.

Du Ting pressed his lips together before speaking with unwavering determination.

“No matter what you call me, I won’t leave. Master, I like you. Since Dao Lord He Yi and Pei Boyi can become Dao companions, then we can too. It doesn’t matter if you refuse me now. I’ll work hard to become the kind of person you like, until one day you fall in love with me.”

“Hmph.”

Yue Xiyin let out a cold snort, unwilling to continue the conversation.

What he failed to notice, however, was the slight upward curve at the corner of his own lips.

“Master, the Five Peaks are fairly far apart. If we split up, we’ll only give the demonic cultivators an opportunity to attack. We should stay together.”

“Master…”

Still chattering away, Du Ting followed Yue Xiyin as the two of them gradually disappeared into the distance.

Although they had already left the meeting hall, Bai Tang—whose hearing was exceptionally sharp—had heard every word.

He tugged gently on Pei Boyi’s sleeve.

Pei Boyi leaned closer, allowing Bai Tang to whisper the latest gossip into his ear.

“Senior Brother Yue and his disciple…” Bai Tang covered his mouth as he giggled. “Don’t you think Du Ting’s shameless persistence looks a lot like the way you used to cling to me without any shame?”

Pei Boyi: “…”

My dear, I don’t think Du Ting and I are comparable.

“I can be even more shameless than that.” Pei Boyi lowered his voice, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Would Tang Tang like to see just how shameless I can be… hmm?”

To everyone else, it looked like the two of them were simply whispering intimately to each other.

Then Bai Tang’s face flushed bright red, making him look even more irresistibly adorable.

“N-No!” the young man huffed. “You’re not sleeping in the bed tonight.”

Everyone present:

They really are talking about that kind of thing, aren’t they?

The great war is about to begin… could you two please stop showing off your affection?!


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 483


Chapter 483 – My Master Is Not Human – Great Chaos (29)


Only after leaving the cave abode did they realize that the situation outside was even worse than they had imagined.

Demonic qi ran rampant, spiritual qi had nearly dried up, and walking corpses wandered aimlessly through the villages.

And that was considered one of the better situations.

The imperial court had taken emergency measures, gathering the mutated civilians into isolated camps. However, they still couldn’t determine what had caused the rivers to turn black, the crops to stop growing, or the people to mutate. Worse still, the number of infected people continued to rise. The emperor and his officials were so overwhelmed with worry that they were practically pulling their hair out.

The air outside the protective barrier lacked the fresh, clean atmosphere of the cave abode.

The little squirrel rolled over in his sleep, mumbling something under his breath. Then a wave of foul stench hit him, making it impossible to keep sleeping. He sat up inside Pei Boyi’s pocket.

What’s shaking? Why is it so dark? Where’s A-Yi?

Still half-asleep, the little squirrel was utterly bewildered.

Wasn’t I sleeping in our big bed? Did I get kidnapped again while I was asleep?

Sensing the change in Bai Tang’s breathing, Pei Boyi reached into his pocket and gently lifted the little squirrel into his hands.

“Tang Tang, you’re awake.”

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!” What’s going on? Where are we going?

They were walking through a vast desert. Yellow sand swirled endlessly through the air, blotting out the sun overhead. The gloomy sky was so dark that it resembled a slumbering demonic beast, waiting only for the right moment to open its eyes and devour everyone in its path.

“The demonic qi has spread,” Pei Boyi said, gazing toward the horizon. “The great war is about to begin.”

In the distance, the sky was pitch black, as though an immeasurable amount of resentment and demonic qi had gathered there.

Bai Tang looked in the same direction, but in his squirrel form, he couldn’t see that far. Squinting his eyes, he thought to himself:

What is A-Yi looking at? Is it more interesting than me?

As they continued on their journey, they passed countless villages.

The fortunate ones had managed to isolate the mutated villagers while evacuating the remaining survivors.

The unfortunate villages had no survivors at all.

The foul odor—a nauseating mixture of countless indescribable smells—left Bai Tang lightheaded. It was revolting, yet strangely familiar. He had the vague feeling that he had encountered a similar smell somewhere before.

“Hiss…”

Bai Tang clutched his head.

The harder he tried to remember, the more intensely his head throbbed.

Pei Boyi gently placed his fingers against Bai Tang’s temples and slowly massaged them in soothing circles.

“We don’t have to force yourself to remember,” he said softly by Bai Tang’s ear. “Whatever happened in the past is already over. What matters is the present… and the future.”

With Pei Boyi’s gentle reassurance, Bai Tang’s headache gradually eased.

Pouting slightly, he said, “But we’re Dao companions. I want to remember our past together. Otherwise… it’s too unfair to you.”

A-Yi treated him so well, yet he had forgotten every memory they had shared. Pei Boyi alone carried all of those memories and emotions, while he remembered nothing at all.

It wasn’t fair.

Pei Boyi leaned down and kissed Bai Tang gently on the forehead. His eyes were filled with unmistakable tenderness.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as Tang Tang never leaves me again, that will be the greatest compensation I could ever ask for.”

Bai Tang nodded.

Yet, deep inside, a faint sense of unease lingered. He couldn’t explain why, but it kept him from making such a promise so easily.

After leaving the cave abode, the rumors naturally reached Bai Tang’s ears.

He had never imagined that everything had started because of him.

Looking at the mutated civilians, Bai Tang was overcome with guilt and resolved to cure them.

At that moment, the advantages of being the story’s protagonist finally came into play.

Although Pei Boyi had not inherited the many legacies he originally would have obtained in the original storyline, losing them was not necessarily a bad thing. Because of Bai Tang’s interference, the plot had advanced ahead of schedule. His current strength was no weaker than it had been in the original story.

After all, he had regained his memories, bringing all of his former abilities back with him.

His Devour ability—the power he had possessed in the post-apocalyptic world—had also carried over into this world. However, in the cultivation world, such an ability would be regarded as an unorthodox and sinister technique, so he rarely used it.

Now, though, it was the perfect solution.

Devour could consume and erase virtually anything.

Under Bai Tang’s expectant gaze, Pei Boyi used the ability to devour and eliminate the demonic qi inside the mutated villagers. The sickly bluish-black color gradually faded from their faces, returning them to a healthy complexion.

One after another, the villagers collapsed to the ground.

Before long, they would wake up.

The land could no longer produce crops. Plants had withered away, and even those that stubbornly survived could no longer bear fruit.

Bai Tang took out stores of grain and fresh fruit, placing them beside the unconscious villagers.

“This should be enough to last until the war is over.”

He distributed the food carefully and fairly, making sure everyone received an equal share.

No one got more, and no one got less.

That way, there would be no need for anyone to fight over it.

Having done a good deed without leaving his name behind, Bai Tang clapped his hands in satisfaction before taking Pei Boyi with him to the next village.

Time was running short.

They needed to save as many people as possible before heading to the battlefield when the war began.

At the Le’an Immortal Sect…

As the situation grew increasingly dire, the Le’an Immortal Sect found itself ostracized by the righteous sects. None of the major anti-demon strategy meetings invited them anymore.

At first, Sect Master Siyuan had tried to contact the few sects that had not openly shunned the Le’an Immortal Sect, but every attempt ended in disappointment.

As time passed, some of the disciples could no longer endure the isolation and requested permission to leave the sect.

Sect Master Siyuan did not try to stop them.

Everyone had the right to choose their own path.

The sect’s current predicament was the result of standing by Bai Tang’s side. The departing disciples couldn’t understand that decision, and neither Sect Master Siyuan nor his fellow elders wished to drag innocent disciples down with them.

While Wen Leng and Yin Chun were traveling in search of survivors to rescue, they unexpectedly crossed paths with Bai Tang and Pei Boyi, who were doing the very same thing.

Yin Chun froze for a moment when she saw them.

Then her face lit up with delight.

“Dao Lord He Yi!” she called out.

Wen Leng, however, was looking at their clasped hands. On each of them was the same Dao companion mark.

In a calm voice that revealed neither joy nor sorrow, she said, “You’ve become Dao companions.”

Her tone was so even that it was impossible to tell what she was feeling. Instead, it was Bai Tang who grew a little embarrassed.

Leaning against Pei Boyi, he replied shyly, “Yes.”

The joy Yin Chun had felt at finally finding them caught in her throat. It wasn’t until Wen Leng said, “Congratulations,” that Yin Chun found her voice again.

“C-Congratulations. This… came rather suddenly.”

If Qiu’er had been there, he would definitely have sighed and said, “Our Tang Tang is just too charming. He even won over the heroine’s heart.”

Unfortunately, Qiu’er wasn’t there to witness Bai Tang unintentionally stealing the male protagonist’s admirer.

“You’ve both seen the situation outside,” Wen Leng said. “It’s urgent. The Sect Master has been looking for you. We’ll talk on the way.”

Without waiting for their response, she turned around and started walking.

She wasn’t worried that the two of them wouldn’t follow. Given the current situation, there was no room for anyone to avoid their responsibilities. Besides, knowing Bai Tang’s personality, he would never choose to run away.

Bai Tang exchanged a glance with Pei Boyi.

Pei Boyi smiled gently at him.

“No matter what happens, I’ll be with you.”

The four of them set out on the journey back.

They made no attempt to conceal their whereabouts. Both the righteous and demonic factions were searching for Bai Tang. Every assassin and pursuer they encountered was intercepted by Pei Boyi, Wen Leng, or Yin Chun.

Bai Tang was treated like an endangered giant panda.

Despite the constant attempts on his life, not a single attacker even managed to lay a finger on him.

Although they encountered a number of obstacles along the way, the four of them returned safely to the Le’an Immortal Sect.

After the fragment of divine sense hidden within the demonic qi was wounded by Pei Boyi, Wang Cheng’s hatred for the two of them only deepened.

He decided to accelerate his plans.

He no longer cared about the process.

Only the outcome mattered.

Once he became the ruler of the world, no one would be able to defy his will.

He ordered his subordinates to drive the mutated civilians toward the major sects, using them to surround and pressure the righteous cultivators.

The righteous cultivators could strike down demonic cultivators without hesitation, but they couldn’t bring themselves to attack innocent civilians.

Although those people were under the control of demonic qi, they could still be saved.

For a time, every sect found itself trapped in an impossible dilemma.

Meanwhile, Wang Cheng took advantage of the distraction to infiltrate the imperial palace and capture the Emperor.

The Emperor was the ruler of the mortal realm, recognized by the Heavenly Dao itself. He was protected by the aura of the True Dragon.

And that aura was precisely what Wang Cheng wanted.

The aura of the True Dragon was an extraordinary treasure. It originated from ancient times and lay outside the Heavenly Dao’s direct control. The Heavenly Dao merely bestowed it upon whoever ascended the throne, allowing the Emperor to govern the people and protect the realm.

Cultivators sought to ascend and become immortals.

But after attaining immortality…

What then?

Would they simply spend eternity with nothing left to do?

It wasn’t like that.

Even after becoming an immortal, one still had to continue cultivating. There was always a higher heaven beyond the current one and stronger beings beyond those already known. Only true supreme experts could tear open space itself and travel to even higher realms.

This information was recorded in a journal Wang Cheng had discovered in the abandoned cave abode of a demonic cultivator who had successfully ascended.

The journal also stated that the True Dragon Aura was incomparably domineering. Even if someone had not yet reached the Tribulation Transcendence stage, as long as they knew how to use it properly and found the right opportunity, they could tear through the void and ascend directly.

Although the mortal emperor was protected by the True Dragon Aura, he was still only an ordinary man. Before a demonic cultivator, his strength was utterly insignificant.

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wang Cheng forcibly extracted the True Dragon Aura that protected the emperor’s soul.

Tearing it away by force caused tremendous damage to the emperor’s soul.

By the time Wang Cheng successfully seized the True Dragon Aura, the emperor was already on his last breath. His death was only a matter of time.

Wang Cheng couldn’t have cared less when the emperor died.

In his mind, he was already imagining the deaths of Bai Tang and Pei Boyi.

Laughing triumphantly at his own fantasy, he strode out of the imperial palace.

Only after he had left were the palace maids and eunuchs outside able to move again.

When they hurried inside to attend to the emperor, they discovered that he had already stopped breathing.

“His Majesty… has passed away!”

The shrill cry was filled with uncontrollable grief.

The emperor had been a good ruler. He cared deeply for his people, respected the virtuous and the capable, and had truly lived up to his position. Sadly, he had been born in the wrong era.

During his reign, disaster after disaster had struck the realm. In his tireless efforts to solve the people’s suffering, he had worked himself to death in the Imperial Study.

At least, that was how it appeared to everyone else.

Even after repeated examinations, the imperial physicians could reach no conclusion other than that the emperor had died from overwork.

The crown prince was only five years old, far too young to govern.

Until he came of age, who would oversee the affairs of the imperial court?

The old crises remained unresolved, and now an even greater one had arisen.

One disaster after another…

With the emperor’s death, the mortal world lost its recognized ruler.

All things possess spirit.

The passing of the Heaven-recognized emperor accelerated the dissipation of spiritual qi, allowing the demonic qi to spread even more recklessly throughout the world.

An emergency meeting was immediately convened within the Le’an Immortal Sect.

The righteous cultivators had suffered one defeat after another in their battles against the demonic forces. More and more sects had fallen.

If the lips were gone, the teeth would soon feel the cold.

If they failed to take action now, it would only be a matter of time before the demonic qi reached the Le’an Immortal Sect as well.

With a sorrowful expression, Sect Master Siyuan laid out the grim reality before everyone.

Silence filled the hall.

Every person present felt the same grief, helplessness, and despair over the catastrophe that had befallen the cultivation world.

The demonic cultivators were certainly detestable.

But the true cause of this disaster was the infighting and mutual conflict among the righteous cultivators themselves.

Bi Guang Demon Saint extended his hand toward Bai Tang.

“Demon Lord Songzi, you once promised to recover the Shura Ice for me. May I ask where it is now?”

Bai Tang lowered his head slightly.

“I’m sorry… I still haven’t found it.”

Bi Guang Demon Saint had expected exactly that answer.

If Bai Tang had already recovered the Shura Ice, the situation would never have deteriorated to this point.

Although Bi Guang Demon Saint said nothing more, the implication was obvious.

Had Bai Tang not become distracted by falling in love and neglecting the matter at hand, the mastermind’s scheme would never have succeeded.

He let out a faint sigh.

In truth, Bai Tang couldn’t be blamed entirely. The mastermind had planned everything meticulously from the very beginning. Even without the Shura Ice, he would have found something else to serve as a substitute.

This war…

was always destined to happen.


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 482


Chapter 482 – My Master Is Not Human – They moved overnight (28)


If demonic qi were easy to eliminate, righteous cultivators wouldn’t always assume that every encounter with demonic cultivators would end with them fleeing in defeat.

The demonic qi that had seeped into the soil had spread over far too wide an area. Under Wen Leng’s guidance, Yin Chun exhausted every last bit of spiritual energy in her body just to cleanse this small patch of demonic qi. With her spiritual energy depleted, the excessive strain left her feeling miserable. Fortunately, she didn’t have to force herself to continue. If she could no longer go on, Wen Leng was there to take over.

“This method tempers your spiritual power and broadens your meridians. Practice it more often,” Wen Leng instructed.

She had always taken a hands-off approach when teaching disciples, but Yin Chun was the disciple who had pleased her the most in the past hundred years. The future was unpredictable. Before long, the great war against the demonic path would inevitably begin, and she would certainly take part. If she were unfortunate enough to fall in battle, she hoped Yin Chun’s path of cultivation would be a smoother one afterward.

Rumor had it that the Frost Immortal Maiden was cold and emotionless. In truth, people had simply never seen Wen Leng’s gentle side. Those people had never been worthy of receiving her kindness.

Wen Leng was exceptionally perceptive. From the flood of rumors spreading everywhere, she had begun to discern the demonic cultivators’ pattern. It was true that they were targeting Bai Tang, and it was also true that they sought to destroy the righteous path. But more importantly, the mastermind behind everything was likely not all that powerful. That was why they had stirred up chaos, relying on outside forces to achieve their goals. They had released demonic qi into the world, allowing it to corrupt both cultivators and ordinary people, turning them into puppets. However, Wen Leng still had no idea how the mastermind was creating these puppets.

Wherever she and Yin Chun traveled, they cleansed the demonic qi they encountered. But that was far from enough. Instead, they headed toward the places where the demonic qi was the densest. She firmly believed that if they followed the trail, they would eventually uncover its true source.

Not long after the Demon Saint Bi Guang emerged from seclusion, the demonic cultivators who had pledged allegiance to him hurried over to seek his instructions on what they should do next.

Bi Guang Demon Saint was completely bewildered.

“What do you mean, ‘what should we do’? What exactly have I done?”

The demonic cultivators were equally confused. The outside world had already descended into chaos. Many righteous cultivators had been turned into mindless walking corpses. The only thing capable of transforming cultivators into puppets was Shura Ice, and only Bi Guang Demon Saint possessed it.

Wasn’t everything happening now part of his plan to lead them in wiping out the righteous cultivators?

After learning the general situation, Bi Guang Demon Saint narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the gray, ashen sky.

The demonic qi had already spread across the land, even blotting out the sun.

That was not a good sign.

Anyone who had reached the rank of Demon Saint was no fool. He could already tell that this was a trap carefully laid long ago by someone operating behind the scenes—a scheme designed to drag the entire cultivation world into it. Even he himself had unknowingly been used as the mastermind’s pawn, manipulated into making things difficult for the newly ascended Pinecone Demon Lord.

Where there is light, there is darkness. Light and darkness oppose one another, yet they also coexist. Now, darkness had eclipsed the light, shattering the balance. Before long, the world’s order would descend into complete chaos.

If one side emerged victorious, things might still be salvageable. But the far more likely outcome was that both sides would lose.

Yet at present, neither the righteous path nor the demonic path seemed to recognize the true nature of what was happening behind the scenes.

Bi Guang Demon Saint withdrew his thoughtful gaze and turned to his loyal subordinate.

“Send people to find Demon Lord Songzi. And while you’re at it, deliver an invitation to the Le’an Immortal Sect.”

According to the rumors circulating outside, the Daoist Heyi who had fallen to the demonic path was most likely the newly emerged Demon Lord Songzi from some time ago.

Bi Guang Demon Saint saw the situation clearly. He had never intended to oppose the righteous path. Whether one belonged to a prestigious righteous sect or was a demonic cultivator, everyone was simply cultivating under the will of the Heavenly Dao. In the end, the goal was the same—to ascend and become an immortal. The paths they walked were different, but they all led to the same destination.

Now, back to the newlywed couple.

The two of them were living happily and carefree in their cave abode. More accurately, Pei Boyi was the one enjoying himself the most.

However, the saying “If it doesn’t concern you, stay out of it” didn’t apply in the cultivation world.

Pei Boyi was aware of what was happening outside, but his heart was occupied solely by Tang Tang. He had no interest in getting involved in the conflict between the righteous and demonic paths. They all wanted to make Tang Tang the scapegoat anyway, so why should they bother going out?

The demonic qi spread at an astonishing speed. Within just one month after the disaster erupted, it had engulfed almost the entire mortal realm. Even the righteous sects had fallen, with only a handful protected by powerful sect-guarding formations still holding out.

Eventually, the demonic qi reached the couple’s cave abode. It breached the protective barrier and drifted into the backyard where Bai Tang often played.

As though it possessed a mind of its own, it hid among the trees, lying in wait. When Bai Tang transformed back into his little squirrel form and climbed a tree as usual, it suddenly grabbed one of his hind legs, leaving the little squirrel dangling upside down.

“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!” What is this thing?

In a house thousands of miles away, Wang Cheng let out a harsh, sinister cackle.

‘Heh heh heh… Found you. You little pests certainly hid well. This time, I’ll make you pay for the humiliation you inflicted on me that day.’

This man was none other than Wang Cheng, who had entered the Le’an Immortal Sect in the same year as Pei Boyi. After spreading rumors and maliciously slandering the Medicine Peak, he had his cultivation abolished and was expelled from the sect, then sent back home.

The Wang family had become wealthy through sudden success and was more than capable of supporting him. After Wang Cheng became a disciple of the Le’an Immortal Sect, however, the family regarded it as a tremendous honor. Believing that one of their own would one day become a great cultivator, they flaunted their status everywhere, offending countless rivals in the process.

Those rivals had been furious but dared not act. The Wang family itself was easy enough to deal with, but behind them stood the Le’an Immortal Sect. Wang Cheng had even been considered a valued inner-sect disciple, so everyone could only grit their teeth and tolerate the family’s arrogance.

Then, less than a year later, Wang Cheng was expelled from the sect.

His enemies, who had been closely watching the Wang family’s every move, quickly learned the news.

“Oh? Their backing is gone now? Let’s see you act so smug.”

Wang Cheng had only just recovered from his injuries and had not yet begun cultivating again when his family’s enemies struck. They destroyed the Wang family, leaving it in ruins. Although Wang Cheng narrowly escaped with his life, he was left permanently crippled.

As he lingered on the brink of death by the roadside, waiting for the end, a demonic cultivator happened to pass by. Seeing Wang Cheng use the last of his strength to tug at his robe and beg for help, the demonic cultivator searched his memories and found them rather amusing. On a whim, he saved Wang Cheng’s life.

That was how Wang Cheng embarked on the path of demonic cultivation.

After everything that had happened, his hatred for the Le’an Immortal Sect—and for Bai Tang—only deepened. In his eyes, if Bai Tang had been a little more magnanimous, neither he nor his family would have ended up like this. As a great cultivator, Bai Tang had been petty and vindictive, showing not the slightest trace of grace or broad-mindedness.

Wang Cheng had always been the type to repay every slight with vengeance.

Although the demonic cultivator who had rescued him had saved his life and guided him onto the path of demonic cultivation, Wang Cheng felt not the slightest gratitude. Instead, he waited for an opportunity to ambush his benefactor and seized all of the man’s cultivation for himself.

He repeated the same method on many other cultivators, stealing both their cultivation and their lives. Desperate for rapid advancement, he pursued power at any cost and reached the Nascent Soul Transformation (Huashen) stage within just a few years. Even then, he remained unsatisfied.

He had once sworn that the Le’an Immortal Sect would pay for what it had done and that Bai Tang would experience the same life of misery and persecution he had once endured—a life like a rat scurrying through the streets, hunted wherever he went.

And he had succeeded.

He had used the Daji Secret Realm to force Bai Tang onto the demonic path, lured Bi Guang Demon Saint into the conflict, dragged the major sects into the chaos, manipulated public opinion until Bai Tang had nowhere left to run, turned the Le’an Immortal Sect into the target of everyone’s condemnation, and even made the so-called righteous sects turn on one another like dogs fighting over a bone.

Watching the entire spectacle unfold had brought him immense satisfaction.

But then Bai Tang disappeared, vanishing together with his beloved disciple.

How could that be acceptable?

He had yet to witness the most miserable end imaginable for Bai Tang and Pei Boyi.

It wasn’t enough.

Far from enough.

And now…

He had finally found them again.

No matter how deeply they hid, they could never keep any secrets from him.

Wang Cheng directed the demonic qi to seize the little squirrel. Just as it was about to drag Bai Tang out of the cave abode’s backyard, Pei Boyi sensed something was wrong and rushed over in time. With a single slash of his sword, he severed the chain of demonic qi and pulled the little squirrel back into his arms.

“That scared me to death! I don’t know what happened, but once that thing grabbed me, I couldn’t use any of my spells at all. Thank goodness you came!” Bai Tang said, still shaken as he leaned against Pei Boyi’s chest. Unease lingered in his eyes. “I could feel an overwhelming hatred coming from that thing. Who do you think it belonged to?”

The strand of demonic qi attempted to flee, but Pei Boyi hurled his sword, pinning down the sliver of divine sense hidden within it.

Thousands of miles away, in a secluded house, a sharp pain stabbed through Wang Cheng’s eyes. He hurriedly withdrew that fragment of his divine sense.

A trail of bloody tears streamed from his eyes. His face twisted with malice as he growled through clenched teeth, “Damn it… I was so close.”

Once the fragment of divine sense dispersed, the demonic qi reverted to ordinary demonic qi.

“Huh?” Bai Tang murmured.

Pei Boyi recalled his sword, and the demonic qi dissolved into the air.

“Tang Tang,” Pei Boyi asked as he gently stroked Bai Tang’s back, “did you offend many people while you were in the Demon Realm?”

Bai Tang pouted and replied in a soft, childlike voice, “A lot! I made lots of enemies. I was the newcomer, so everyone disliked me and kept picking fights with me. Later, after I killed the Gaoge Demon Saint, far fewer people dared to cause me trouble. Then, while I was in seclusion, even the demonic cultivators who had pledged allegiance to me betrayed me. By the time I came out, Bi Guang Demon Saint was already looking for his missing Shura Ice, and that’s when he came after me.”

Remembering those days of constant hardship, Bai Tang clenched his fist and lightly thumped Pei Boyi’s firm chest.

“Why weren’t you there back then? I never had enough to eat, never had enough to wear, and I had to keep running from people trying to kill me. Every single one of them bullied me…”

The young man looked as though he were about to burst into tears. His eyes were rimmed with red, shimmering with tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.

After Bai Tang fell to the demonic path in the Daji Secret Realm, he had fed Pei Boyi a medicinal pill and personally told him that they should sever all ties. Bai Tang no longer remembered any of it. All he remembered was that after leaving the Daji Secret Realm, his life had been nothing but hardship.

“It’s my fault. I should have gone to find you right away, Tang Tang.” Listening to Bai Tang describe those difficult days, Pei Boyi could easily imagine how miserable he must have been. His Tang Tang should have been cherished and pampered beyond measure.

“Then you have to make it up to me. From now on, you have to make pine nuts for me every day. And you can’t repeat the same recipe within seven days, okay?” Bai Tang had grown much cleverer now. He had learned how to bargain for his own benefits.

“Alright. Whatever Tang Tang says, I’ll agree to it. I can even make a different one every day for an entire month without repeating a single recipe.”

“You said that yourself. I didn’t force you.”

“I did. Tang Tang can keep me to my word.”

After coaxing Bai Tang into smiling again, Pei Boyi began packing their belongings.

Although they still didn’t know who was targeting Bai Tang, this place had already been discovered. They could no longer stay here. Once someone had found them once, there would inevitably be a second time. He could strengthen the cave abode’s defenses, but there would always be risks. He refused to gamble with Tang Tang’s safety.

A man who had abstained for too long could be quite dangerous. Ever since the two of them had become Dao companions, Pei Boyi had spent almost every few days sharing intimate moments with Bai Tang, leaving Bai Tang too exhausted to get enough sleep. To keep Pei Boyi from turning into his beast form in the middle of the night, Bai Tang had gotten into the habit of transforming back into his little squirrel form before bed. It happened to make moving much more convenient now.

Pei Boyi packed everything Bai Tang liked and everything he was accustomed to using into his storage space. Then, gently cradling the little squirrel, who was sleeping soundly, he quietly left the cave abode they had called home for so long in the middle of the night.


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 481


Chapter 481 – My Master Is Not Human – It’s an Immortal (27)


What seemed to be a conspiracy targeting Bai Tang and Pei Boyi spread rapidly after rumors emerged that the two had fallen into demonic cultivation. Starting from smaller sects and gradually reaching the major ones, many disciples with lower cultivation levels began falling into demonic corruption.

Some succumbed while cultivating, some were attacked by demonic cultivators while traveling and forced onto the demonic path, while others were targeted by hidden infiltrators within their own sects. Demonic cultivators normally killed and looted for treasures—unless one’s strength was overwhelming, encountering a demonic cultivator usually meant certain death.

Yet this time, not a single victim had been directly killed. Those who died had either committed suicide after failing to accept reality or perished because they could not survive the process of demonic corruption. As a result, everyone became even more convinced that this was a scheme orchestrated by the demonic path. Even if Bai Tang was not the mastermind, they believed he could not possibly be unrelated to it.

The so-called righteous sects had stood on their moral high ground for far too long. Some powerful cultivators had begun to look down upon ordinary people and cultivators weaker than themselves from the bottom of their hearts. When those at the top set a crooked example, those below naturally followed. Training under arrogant and self-important seniors, the outcome was obvious—the next generation they raised would only grow even more prejudiced against cultivators outside their own sect.

Unable to admit their own incompetence in failing to catch the real culprit, they pushed all blame onto the demonic cultivators who stood on the opposite side. And since the news of Bai Tang’s fall into demonic cultivation had happened to spread at this exact moment, they seized him as the perfect outlet for their anger and dumped all their resentment onto him.

If not for him, how could the demonic cultivators know the defensive arrangements of the righteous sects?

If not for him, how could they have found weaknesses in their defenses and infiltrated the sects to strengthen their own forces?

If not for him, their sects would never have suffered such severe losses.

The Le’an Immortal Sect became the target of public criticism. Every day, sects large and small came to “visit,” demanding that they hand over Bai Tang.

But how could a sect with a thousand-year foundation be easy to provoke?

At first, Sect Master Siyuan still tried to persuade them patiently. However, the visitors grew increasingly outrageous, their words becoming more insulting each time. Eventually, Sect Master Siyuan’s patience wore thin.

Accusing the Le’an Immortal Sect of sheltering Bai Tang was one thing—they were indeed protecting him. But insulting his junior martial brother and even dragging their late master into it was absolutely intolerable.

For the last time, Sect Master Siyuan advised them kindly: instead of wasting time here, they should return to their own sects, clean up the chaos, improve their cultivation as soon as possible, and prepare for the coming war.

As for Daoist Heyi, they would bring him back and help him return to the righteous path.

Helping a demonic cultivator return to the righteous path was an incredibly difficult undertaking. The heavenly treasures and spiritual resources required were beyond counting. The Le’an Immortal Sect’s astonishing generosity caused countless sects to become envious, further strengthening Daoist Jiayi’s and his allies’ plans.

After all, if the Le’an Immortal Sect had grown so powerful over the years, its collection of rare treasures and precious artifacts could only be immense.

After the Le’an Immortal Sect closed its gates and refused visitors, those people assumed the sect was afraid. Their arrogance grew even worse. The more short-sighted ones came directly to curse them, and some, lured by the heavenly treasures Daoist Jiayi had spoken of, even attempted to secretly infiltrate the Le’an Immortal Sect.

Unfortunately, their joy lasted less than three seconds.

Not long after entering the sect, they were discovered and cut down beneath flashing swords.

Yin Chun, who had happened to pass by, casually dealt with these petty thieves and sneered as he sheathed his sword.

“Are those dogs outside still barking?” Yin Chun asked coldly. Her temperament was naturally icy, but when it came to the people she cared about, she showed no mercy.

A disciple who had hurried over cupped his fists and reported, “Senior Sister Yin, those people are still outside making a scene.”

The Le’an Immortal Sect had already closed its gates to visitors and even erected a barrier to block out the noise, choosing to ignore the disturbance. Yet those people had resorted to such despicable tactics—it was nothing short of outrageous.

Keeping her gaze fixed ahead, Yin Chun said, “Throw all of this outside. If anyone tries something like this again, kill them without mercy. Those are my orders. I’ll report everything to Master and the Sect Master. If anything happens, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Yin Chun took all of the disciples’ concerns upon herself. As the eldest disciple of the Frostblade Peak Master, the Frostcold Immortal Maiden, she carried considerable authority, both on Sword Peak and among the outer disciples of the Le’an Immortal Sect.

Seeing that they would bear no responsibility, the disciples no longer hesitated. They picked up the objects lying on the ground and hurled them outside the sect gates.

The people who had been shouting abuse were caught completely off guard as the objects slammed into them. Clutching one corpse after another, they tumbled down the mountain steps, their bodies crashing against the stone with a series of heavy thud, thud, thud sounds.

The disciples carrying the bodies turned their heads away in feigned sympathy, yet they couldn’t suppress the smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths.

Ouch… Just listening to that sounds painful. Better not watch. What a sin…

Perhaps the Le’an Immortal Sect’s decisive display had successfully served as a warning. From the following day onward, no one came to stir up trouble at the sect again.

Meanwhile, the Sect Master remained troubled day after day. He had dispatched so many disciples to search, yet not a single one had managed to find Bai Tang.

Sitting in his chair, completely at a loss, he looked up as Wen Ling walked in.

“Sect Master, allow me to leave the mountain and search for Heyi.”

Like her personality, Wen Ling’s voice was cold as ice, yet her words carried a reassuring warmth.

Sect Master Siyuan froze for a moment before understanding what she meant.

“Heyi has already become the target of public condemnation. If you…”

“Only we can bring Heyi back,” Wen Ling said firmly.

What good would it do to send ordinary disciples to search? As long as Bai Tang wished to remain hidden, he could conceal himself completely. Only someone of comparable strength could detect the traces he deliberately erased.

Wen Ling had remained on the mountain for many years, but that did not mean she lacked ability. On the contrary, she had devoted herself wholeheartedly to cultivation on Sword Peak. In her early years, she had traveled throughout the cultivation world and earned the title of the Frostcold Immortal Maiden, a name that alone testified to the respect—and fear—she inspired in others.

After careful deliberation, Sect Master Siyuan finalized a plan with Wen Ling. That very evening, Wen Ling descended the mountain with her disciple, Yin Chun.

Meanwhile…

After attempting the dual cultivation technique with Pei Boyi, Bai Tang finally emerged from the dreamlike haze of indulgence and ecstasy.

He still hadn’t recovered his lost memories, but Pei Boyi was completely satisfied.

As long as Bai Tang remained by his side, nothing else mattered.

The two of them transformed the cave into a proper dwelling, setting up protective barriers around it. Disciples sent by various sects passed by the entrance countless times, yet the barrier caused them to overlook the area the two had claimed as their own.

If there was ever a pair worthy of being called an immortal couple, it was them.

Because they were deeply in love, their dual cultivation was far more effective than cultivating alone. Hoping to help Bai Tang recover from his injuries as quickly as possible, they spent no shortage of time being intimate. Having lost his memories, Bai Tang was like a blank sheet of paper in this regard—innocent, pure, and unbearably shy.

However, even if he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. Compared to Bai Tang’s inexperience, Pei Boyi seemed far too practiced, moving with the ease of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Bai Tang seized on that point and ended up becoming jealous of Pei Boyi’s nonexistent past relationships.

“You’re so experienced. You must have been with lots of people before.” He huffed. “You heartless playboy! Don’t touch me.”

Whenever Pei Boyi was busy preparing food during their free time, Bai Tang would browse through the miscellaneous novels Qiu’er had left behind in the storage pouch to pass the time. Unfortunately, that proved to be a terrible idea.

Qiu’er’s reading preferences were… unique.

Every story was packed with melodrama—running away, crematorium tropes, endless breakups and reconciliations, separating and getting back together over and over again, until all the villains finally died and only then could the protagonists achieve their happy ending.

Bai Tang had always possessed a vivid imagination, so as he read, he naturally began inserting himself and Pei Boyi into the stories.

Good grief… Looking at all the signs, Pei Boyi is basically a walking central heating system. He must have warmed the hearts of countless people before becoming this skilled.

And so began Pei Boyi’s miserable days.

Bai Tang refused to let him sleep in the same bed.

“You’re too dirty. You’re not worthy of me,” Bai Tang declared with a stern little face.

Pei Boyi blinked in confusion.

“…Then I’ll go take a bath.”

“Get away from me, you heartless playboy!”

“!!!”

After repeating this exchange several times, Pei Boyi finally discovered the source of Bai Tang’s strange behavior.

While Bai Tang was asleep, he searched out every single one of Qiu’er’s novels and threw them into the stove, burning them all to ashes.

Anything that corrupted his Tang Tang had no right to exist.

With those melodramatic novels gone, and thanks to Pei Boyi’s actions proving his sincerity, Bai Tang gradually let go of his resistance toward him, and the two returned to their sweet, peaceful life together.

Life in seclusion among the mountains was wonderful.

There were no sects, no outsiders to disturb them, and the fresh mountain air created exactly the kind of environment Bai Tang loved. The little squirrel was so happy that he had almost forgotten all about demonic cultivators and the Shura Ice. Naturally, Pei Boyi had no intention of bringing up unpleasant topics himself. Their world of just the two of them was perfect, and he hoped it could continue forever.

Ever since Yin Chun had entered the mountain to become Wen Ling’s disciple, she had never left it again. This time, Wen Ling brought Yin Chun with her partly to give her more opportunities to gain practical experience.

As they traveled, they found that nearly every place they passed had been corrupted by demonic qi.

Vegetation withered, crops failed to grow, and famine had spread throughout the mortal world.

It was all the work of the demonic cultivators. They were steadily expanding their territory, using the land itself to transform spiritual qi into demonic qi.

Wen Ling had expected the situation to be grim, but she had never imagined it had deteriorated to this extent.

The cultivators who had gone to the Le’an Immortal Sect to cause trouble all carried Bigu Pills, allowing them to survive without food. They simply didn’t care what had become of the mortal world.

“Please… save me…” a dying woman pleaded, clutching the hem of Yin Chun’s robe. Her voice was no louder than the buzz of a mosquito. Had Yin Chun been an ordinary person instead of a cultivator, she might not have heard her at all.

“Big Sister, I’m so hungry. Do you have anything to eat?” A frail, malnourished child approached with a cracked bowl in his hands. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes bulged from starvation, yet they still held a desperate will to live.

Yin Chun’s heart softened.

He was only a child.

She looked around. Corpses lay beneath countless trees, and even the bark had been stripped away and eaten.

“Master…” Yin Chun called, unable to hide the pity on her face.

Although neither of them needed to eat after reaching the Bigu stage, Wen Ling had anticipated such a situation and had prepared some food in advance.

Wen Ling nodded.

Yin Chun took out bags of grain and steamed buns from her storage space.

The moment the starving people saw the food, their eyes lit up. They rushed toward the two women, but they had been starving for so long that their limbs had no strength left. They stumbled and fell again and again, unable to even reach Yin Chun.

Yin Chun handed three steamed buns to the child before her, then walked among the villagers who could still barely move, distributing the food one person at a time.

They devoured the food in their hands, stuffing it into their mouths as fast as they could, terrified that if they slowed down for even a moment, it would disappear.

“Such kind people…”

“Living Bodhisattvas…”

But a few steamed buns were nowhere near enough.

Those who were still hungry turned hopeful eyes toward Wen Ling and Yin Chun, wishing they would take out more food. Unfortunately, Wen Ling carried nothing but her sword, and the storage pouch in Yin Chun’s hand was already empty.

Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes noticed the embroidered emblem on Yin Chun’s shoulder.

He had seen it before.

“It’s the Le’an Immortal Sect… They’re immortals…”

In this world, cultivation was held in the highest esteem, and cultivators were deeply respected by ordinary people. As the most renowned sect in the cultivation world, the Le’an Immortal Sect was known to almost everyone.

The moment their identities were revealed, the villagers, having regained a little strength, all dropped to their knees and repeatedly kowtowed.

“Thank you… Thank you, Immortals…”


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Quick Transmigration: Breaking Up That Official CP – Chapter 480


Chapter 480 – My Master Is Not Human – Don’t Die! (26)


After Bai Tang left, the disciples of Dianxing Sect finally felt the overwhelming pressure disappear and struggled to their feet one by one.

The Sect Master had lost Pei Boyi, the promising disciple from Le’an Immortal Sect, and had also lost his junior martial brother. Although he knew this group was innocent, he still couldn’t help directing his hatred toward them.

Yes, he was taking his anger out on them. So what? If they hadn’t been so aggressive and relentless, Xiao Tang could have returned and lived peacefully at Medicine Peak. Could it be that he and his fellow brothers wouldn’t have been able to look after Xiao Tang? So what if he was a demonic cultivator? His Xiao Tang was kind-hearted and had saved countless people. Why hadn’t anyone mentioned that the Soul-Returning Jade Pill had been made by a demonic cultivator when they accepted it a few months ago? Every single one of them had swallowed it faster than anyone else and had been more than happy to take it.

“Mai Wen, lock all of them up,” the Sect Master ordered. Today’s events absolutely could not leak out, otherwise Bai Tang truly would never return.

“Yes.” Fu Maiwen was already furious. He shared the Sect Master’s opinion completely. Their soft, obedient, and incredibly well-behaved junior brother had been driven away by these people.

Wen Leng raised his chin slightly, signaling Yin Chun to handle the matter.

Accepting the order, Yin Chun struck Ling Zhiye with the sheath of his sword until he was barely conscious. There was no way he would be allowed to escape back to his sect and report what had happened.

Le Xiyin was even angrier. Their junior brother had finally returned, and he was supposed to become a key figure in resisting the demonic forces’ attacks on the righteous path in the future. How could he so easily fall into demonic cultivation? Maybe he had been framed by these people.

The Great Elder, who had fallen from midair, had no one to catch him. He hit the ground with a loud thud. Though Bai Tang had destroyed his dantian, a small amount of cultivation remained, which he used to cushion his fall. He did not die, but he was seriously injured.

Even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. The Dianxing Sect disciples fought back with everything they had, but how could they possibly defeat the Sect Master of Siyuan and the others? After they had all been imprisoned in a dungeon that had not been used for hundreds of years, the Sect Master finally turned his thoughts toward creating favorable conditions for Bai Tang—preferably something that could persuade Bai Tang to return on his own.

“Sect Master, just say the word. Sword Peak will give its full support,” Wen Leng said, as taciturn as ever, but her stance was clear. She stood on Le’an Immortal Sect’s side.

The female protagonist of this world was extremely protective of her own people. No matter how many mistakes Bai Tang had made, that was still a family matter. Le’an Immortal Sect could deal with it themselves, but outsiders had no right to scheme against him.

After much discussion, the Sect Master publicly announced that the Dianxing Sect had come to Le’an Immortal Sect as guests but had secretly stolen Le’an Immortal Sect’s cultivation techniques. After being discovered, they had even tried to turn the accusations around. As a result, all of their disciples had been detained.

He also sent a message to Dianxing Sect: this matter was far from over. If any rumors or slander about Le’an Immortal Sect spread outside, it would undoubtedly be the work of the escaped Dianxing Sect disciples.

Le’an Immortal Sect was a major sect. This move of spreading lies and striking first had nearly infuriated Daoist Jiayi, who had remained behind at Dianxing Sect, to death.

They had harmed his daughter, imprisoned his elders and disciples, and now they were slandering them on top of it all. They had gone far too far. Even worse, Le’an Immortal Sect had an excellent reputation among the righteous sects. Since they had spoken first, almost no one in the cultivation world doubted them. Some smaller sects that wished to curry favor with Le’an Immortal Sect had even openly sided against Dianxing Sect.

No, he couldn’t just sit around and wait for disaster. He had to think of a way to expose Le’an Immortal Sect’s scheme, avenge Zhenzhen, and restore Dianxing Sect to the ranks of the top-tier sects.

Meanwhile, Bai Tang fled into the remote wilderness with Pei Boyi.

He found a cave and scattered beast-repelling powder and concealment powder around the area before carefully laying Pei Boyi down.

Having taken two full-force strikes from the Great Elder, Pei Boyi had already fallen unconscious. His face was deathly pale, his body temperature frighteningly cold, and his pulse beat only once after a long interval. He looked almost indistinguishable from a dead man.

“Don’t die… please hold on. You absolutely can’t die.”

Fresh tears streamed down Bai Tang’s face, running over the dried tracks left by earlier tears. He dumped all the pills from his small pouch and fed Pei Boyi every medicine he could think of that might help his injuries.

Pei Boyi consumed quite a few pills, but there was still no improvement.

Bai Tang lit a fire and sat in front of it, holding Pei Boyi’s cold body in his arms.

“It’s not cold, not cold at all. Once we’re by the fire, it won’t be cold anymore. I’m holding you too, so it won’t be cold. You won’t be cold at all…”

Bai Tang murmured softly, unsure whether he was comforting himself or comforting Pei Boyi, who could not hear him.

“You’re my servant. You said you’d be loyal to me. You still haven’t made lots and lots of fried pine nuts for me. If you break your promise… then I’ll marry someone else.”

In his daze, Bai Tang seemed to see a young man saying something similar to another man:

“If you’re not good to me, then I’ll marry someone else. I’ll find somebody else.”

That was him… that was him and A-Yi…

Tears blurred Bai Tang’s vision. He leaned against Pei Boyi’s shoulder, just like the two people in those fragmented scenes that occasionally surfaced in his mind.

“When are you going to wake up? I’m tired. It’s my turn to rest now.”

“It’s so cold here. I want you to hold me while I sleep.”

“I’m all alone… I’m so scared.”

“If the people from Dianxing Sect come after us again, I won’t be able to escape while carrying you… so wake up, okay?”

“Listen… there’s wind outside. Do you think they’ve found us?”

“I miss you, A-Yi…”

Bai Tang said nothing more.

Only the occasional crackling of the fire echoed through the cave. He let Pei Boyi lean against him, and whenever Pei Boyi’s body temperature dropped too low, he transferred some of his cultivation energy to him so his body could continue circulating it and absorb the medicinal effects of the pills.

Don’t sleep… don’t sleep…

Day and night continued to alternate outside, but Bai Tang seemed unaware of exhaustion. His eyes held only Pei Boyi.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. Eventually, all the pills meant to strengthen the body’s foundation and restore vitality had been used up. Bai Tang’s spiritual energy was also nearly exhausted, and his eyelids grew heavy.

Before losing consciousness, he gently touched Pei Boyi’s face, which was no longer deathly pale, and whispered in a voice so soft only he could hear:

“You’ve slept for so long… now it’s my turn to sleep. It’s time for you to wake up…”

The last piece of firewood burned down completely, and with no one tending it, the fire died out.

Cold wind poured in through the cave entrance, lifting the corners of their robes and bringing the season’s first snowfall onto their bodies.

Pei Boyi woke from the cold.

Something was pressing against his left arm, and remaining in the same position for so long had made his entire body stiff.

He circulated spiritual energy through his body to drive away the cold. Once he could move again, Bai Tang’s body tilted and fell across his lap.

“Tang Tang!”

Pei Boyi checked Bai Tang’s pulse and discovered that his spiritual energy had been completely exhausted. If he had woken up even a little later, they probably would have both frozen to death here.

Pei Boyi retrieved some flammable materials from his storage space and relit the fire. He removed Bai Tang’s outer clothes, held him tightly in his arms to warm him, and transferred spiritual energy to him.

Bai Tang’s condition was much better than Pei Boyi’s had been. He simply needed enough time to recover his vitality.

Three days later, Bai Tang woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes, he threw himself into Pei Boyi’s arms and burst into tears.

“I thought… I thought you didn’t want me anymore…”

“How could that happen? Even if I died, my soul would still stay with Tang Tang.”

“N-No… don’t say things like that…” Bai Tang covered Pei Boyi’s mouth.

Right now, he couldn’t bear hearing the word death. Death, injuries—everything related to them could go to hell.

“Okay, I won’t talk about dying. We’ll both live well. I still want to become cultivation partners with Tang Tang.”

Pei Boyi spoke gently, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at Bai Tang. As long as Tang Tang was happy, everything else was fine.

When it came to spoiling his wife, Pei Boyi had become more and more shamelessly indulgent. Bai Tang’s happiness always came first.

A thought suddenly flashed through Bai Tang’s mind. Struggling to sit up straight, he looked directly at Pei Boyi with complete seriousness.

“Let’s become a pair.”

Who cared whether someone was a demonic cultivator or not? Bai Tang only knew one thing—he didn’t want to lose Pei Boyi.

With the bond of becoming cultivation partners, their lives would become linked. If something happened to Pei Boyi, Bai Tang could even give half of his own lifespan to him.

Pei Boyi looked into Bai Tang’s clear, almond-shaped eyes, a smile spreading across his lips.

“I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

Forming a partnership had always been something between two people. Only in the current cultivation world, if both parties were influential figures, would they hold grand ceremonies and publicly announce it, symbolizing an alliance between the forces behind them.

Bai Tang didn’t care about such things, and Pei Boyi only cared about having Bai Tang by his side.

With heaven and earth as witnesses and their souls as oath-bound testimony, they swore:

Lifetime after lifetime, they would never part. Whether in the Yellow Springs or the highest heavens, they would remain together, accompanying one another forever.

Bai Tang and Pei Boyi used the oldest partnership formation to seal their vows.

This was a formation that ordinary cultivation partners would never activate. Becoming cultivation partners was generally for the sake of better cultivation, and if one partner died, the other usually would not choose to follow them into death—unless they loved them deeply enough.

There was another benefit to becoming cultivation partners: they could practice dual cultivation techniques.

This was not a harvesting art that drained one person for another’s gain, but a cultivation method where two people whose hearts and minds were connected cultivated together and improved while sharing both physical and emotional pleasure.

Pei Boyi prepared an exquisitely decorated wedding chamber.

Holding Bai Tang, who was also dressed in wedding robes, he carried him to the bedside step by step and gently laid him down.

“Tang Tang, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The red curtains fell, and articles of clothing were discarded one by one by their owners, floating in the air for a few seconds before drifting slowly to the floor.

Sounds that seemed like pleasure and cries alike drifted out from behind the curtains, but they could not pass through the barrier Pei Boyi had set up.

Little did they know that outside, the people searching for them had already gone mad.

Back at Le’an Immortal Sect—

The Sect Master Siyuan’s carefully concealed secret had still leaked out.

They had only thought of controlling people like the Great Elder who knew Bai Tang’s identity, but they had overlooked the fact that some demonic cultivators also knew who Bai Tang was.

When Daoist Heyi of Le’an Immortal Sect willingly abandoned the righteous path and fell into demonic cultivation, Daoist Jiayi seized the opportunity and produced evidence that confirmed the rumors.

The disciples of the righteous path were immediately filled with anger at being deceived.

They had trusted Le’an Immortal Sect so deeply, trusted Sect Master Siyuan so completely—and this was how Le’an Immortal Sect repaid that trust? By covering for a demonic cultivator?

A demonic cultivator was still a demonic cultivator. A cultivator who had fallen into demonic cultivation was proof of an unstable character and an extreme mindset—someone destined to bring harm to the world.

If demonic cultivators were not eliminated, chaos would engulf the world.

Some people also took advantage of the situation to stir up trouble.

Every day, people came to Le’an Immortal Sect demanding explanations. Daoist Jiayi led people into the sect’s dungeon and rescued the Great Elder and Ling Zhiye, who looked barely human after their ordeal, along with the Dianxing Sect disciples, who appeared exhausted but were otherwise in relatively good condition.

For the moment, Daoist Jiayi had become the victor. Public opinion and the favorable tide of sentiment had shifted toward Dianxing Sect.

With evidence in hand, Le’an Immortal Sect stood accused of harming fellow cultivators.

Dianxing Sect officially declared war on Le’an Immortal Sect.

They would demand justice, and they would fight Le’an Immortal Sect to the bitter end.