Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty

"The sooner I finish what needs to be done, the better," Yue Ran stated plainly, her gaze remained steady. Her tone was pragmatic, and it was clear that her mind was set on addressing whatever awaited her next, no matter the risks involved.

Shu Ye did not say anything, either. He merely took a sip of tea and sighed lightly.

The young man had previously assumed that Yue Ran was simply observing the fire burning from the other side of the river, and at most, she would throw some wood to fuel the flames from time to time. Unexpectedly, she was actually part of the fire.

After Shu Ye left, Yue Ran began to cultivate immortality. There were too many open and hidden lines to be laid out beforehand, and there were also too many people in the opera troupe, so there was not enough time to calm down and practice well.

At this moment, it was rare to have a quiet place where she could focus on cultivating without worrying about her surroundings. After a period of running around, Yue Ran did not know when she could practice well again.

In the end, Yue Ran spent several hours sitting in the same place, cultivating.

It was late at night, and the cold wind blew. At first, Long Yuan was leaning his back against the wall with his arms folded to keep watch for his master. Noticing the cold wind sweeping in from the open window, carrying leaves with it, the sword spirit quickly walked over and gently closed and locked it with a soft click.

Even though Long Yuan knew that the physical fitness of an immortal cultivator was hundreds of times better than that of an ordinary person, he still could not help but worry that his master would catch a cold.

The sword spirit did not know when he had changed a lot without him realizing it himself. Particularly in those nights, her eyebrows, hair, and every move were like a wisp of purple smoke flowing into his heart through his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

It was hard to let go.

It was hard to give up.

It was also hard to look away.

Ever since, Long Yuan has consistently acted in ways that were not in line with the identity of a sword spirit. Every time he made a small attempt to distance himself, he found himself unable to do it no matter how he tried and so, he accepted this change completely. It was also this change that made Long Yuan more and more restrained and desired to get closer to Yue Ran.

The sword spirit could not comprehend what this emotion that was mixed with two extremes of happiness and pain was.

It was odd, something beyond him, but not unacceptable.

"What is the matter?" Yue Ran asked.

The young woman exhaled deeply while Lan Jin, in her arms, was sleeping comfortably. Following her slight movements, Lan Jin turned over to yawn and went back to sleep again.

On the other hand, Yue Ran blinked her eyes and looked at Long Yuan, who was staring at her blankly, with some doubt.

"It is nothing." Long Yuan shook his head faintly in reply. "Is the master tired?"

Long Yuan looked away after staring at Yue Ran for a few breaths. Her heavy breathing sounded sinful in his ears, and the sword spirit could not help but feel a little ashamed of his thoughts.

"No," Yue Ran answered. "What about you?"

Yue Ran halted her practice simply to adjust her breathing, get herself attuned to the spiritual power she had just absorbed, and stabilize it so that she could continue with her practice.

"I am not tired," Long Yuan said.

The air was a little still. The two looked at each other and had nothing more to say, choosing to keep the silence. Despite this, none of the two felt awkward or uncomfortable.

Yue Ran smiled lightly, then gave out a small exhale before resuming her practice when Long Yuan suddenly spoke, "If the master is anxious to break through, it is better to…"

The sword spirit looked at Yue Ran. The love and desire in his eyes were frank, naked, and burning. He looked at her eyes intently, then knelt on one knee in front of Yue Ran, gently held her hand in his, and slowly brought it to his lips.

Yue Ran did not express her agreement or refusal. She simply looked at Long Yuan with a smile. The sword spirit's eyes were brimming with spring love, and his movements were gentle, as if he was dealing with the most precious treasure.

Long Yuan did not know whether it was an illusion or not, but Yue Ran's black eyes, like the heart of the black sea, were full of his figure at this moment, which, for no reason, made him feel as though he was closely watched and loved by the person in front of him.

The sword spirit slowly kissed the palm of Yue Ran's hand, feeling the beauty of her body temperature, and slowly moved upward until his soul and spirit merged, his consciousness collapsed and condensed, turning back and forth, joy and sweetness filled his senses, making him unable to stop as if he were poisoned.

It was an addictively sweet, lethal drug.

…

When Lan Jin woke up in the morning and found himself locked out, he felt both angry and sad.

It must be because of that stinky, annoying, gloomy man! Roar (Humph)! Let him in! Roar!

Lan Jin let out a cute roar while adorably pawing at the door of the room.

…

In the Eternal Peak City.

After the day of the Immortal Sacrifice Ceremony, the people of Sky Breeze Sect had vanished from the lands of the city. It was said that these disciples had fled a long time ago— before the night even broke into the day.

Qing Xi looked particularly embarrassed all alone.

She deliberated for long.