Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 444 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Immortal Venerable 27

The Demon Emperor's half-step forward froze in mid-air, pinned to the spot by Sui Siru's icy gaze.

He looked down at his undamaged palm, but felt a dull pain in his chest, as if he had really been pierced by the Azure Phoenix Sword.

The shattered light in Ran Cang's eyes just now was more capable of tearing apart his feigned composure than any sharp blade.

The carved window frames seemed to groan in the night wind, and the flickering candlelight cast distorted shadows of the three intertwined figures.

Broken wood, overturned tables and chairs, and the trembling Azure Phoenix Sword cast interlaced shadows on the ground, resembling an unfinished blood-red painting.

This unexpected collision finally came to a temporary end while Ran Cang was unconscious.

But those unspoken feelings, like vines in the shadows, grow wildly in the silence.

Sui Si wrapped her arms firmly around Ran Cang's burning body, her white wide sleeves brushing against the carved railings of the corridor, creating a soft rustling sound.

The moonlight was fragmented into tiny silver pieces by his swiftly moving figure, dancing and casting mottled shadows on the bluestone slabs.

The person in her arms was burning up and almost lost consciousness.

Her inner garment, soaked with cold sweat, clung tightly to Sui Si's palm. Even through the fabric, she could feel the spiritual energy surging through her meridians like a wild horse.

The dark purple lines beneath his skin flickered and rose with his breath, like a lurking venomous snake.

The jade crown in his hair swayed slightly in the night breeze, and a few strands of his tied-up long hair fell down beside his pale face.

"Hold on."

Sui Si let out a suppressed low groan, and a warm golden light rose from his palm, flowing into Ran Cang's neck and injecting spiritual power.

As you pass through the triple corridor, the copper bells on the eaves jingle in the night wind, startling a few roosting night birds. The fluttering of their wings is particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

He took each step with extreme steadiness, but as he rounded the last bend, the bluestone slab beneath his feet suddenly cracked with spiderweb-like patterns—caused by the unconscious impact of Ran Cang's rampaging spiritual power.

He gently placed Ran Cang on the bed covered with a cloud-patterned brocade quilt, covered her sweaty forehead with his palm, and poured spiritual energy into her fingertips like a trickle.

"Ayu, calm down."

He coaxed her gently, his other hand stroking her furrowed brow, "Don't let your inner demons take advantage of you."

Ran Cang mumbled unconsciously, her pale lips moving, her eyelashes, damp with cold sweat, casting trembling shadows beneath her eyes.

Sui Si's spiritual energy probing into her meridians was suddenly struck by a violent force.

He only frowned slightly, but the pale golden light emanating from his fingertips grew even brighter as he patiently guided the disordered energy.

The door was pushed open a crack, and Jun Sui's figure, carrying the scent of night dew, quietly slipped in.

The once flamboyant Demon Emperor now held his breath very softly, his long, black sleeves hanging down like solidified ink, as if afraid that the sound of his clothes brushing against the door frame would disturb the person on the bed.

His dark golden pupils narrowed slightly in the darkness as he gazed at Sui Si's focused profile, a pang of bitterness rising in his heart—on those nights when he stole kisses, Sui Si's sleeping face was so close, yet now he didn't even have the courage to take a step closer.

Sui Si glanced at the figure standing stiffly in the shadows, but said nothing.

She gently wiped the sweat from Ran Cang's forehead with a brocade handkerchief embroidered with silver patterns, and tucked the fallen corner of the quilt back in, her movements as gentle as if she were handling fragile glass.

While unconscious, Ran Cang suddenly grabbed his wrist, her nails digging deep into his flesh, and murmured:

"Liar... all liars..."

Sui Si froze, turned to look at Jun Sui, his gaze like a sharp blade tempered with ice.

Look what you've done!

Only when Ran Cang's breathing gradually calmed down did Sui Si slowly get up, his wooden clogs making a clear sound as they stepped on the floor.

Jun Sui subconsciously took a half step back, the moonlight stretching his shadow long, casting a trembling outline on the blue bricks.

"Come with me."

As Sui Si turned around, the wind stirred up the gauze curtains on the window frame. He didn't turn around, but he accurately caught the tense sound of someone swallowing in the throat behind him.

The voice reminded him of their first meeting, when Jun Sui, who had transformed into a white fox, was held in his arms, so nervous that he didn't even dare to wag his tail.

Under the long corridor, Jun Sui's steps felt like they were made of lead.

As the night wind blew through the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and petals fluttered down, he recalled the way Ran Cang's pupils constricted when he saw his true face, and a dull pain rose in his heart.

"If only I had known..."

He smiled bitterly to himself, his nails almost digging into his palms.

The figure ahead, standing tall and straight like a pine tree in the moonlight, seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

He gazed at the jade hairpin swaying in the other person's hair and suddenly recalled a snowy night.

He transformed into a white fox and curled up on Sui Si's lap, watching the other man earnestly draw the sword manual, the tassels of the jade hairpin in his hair gently brushing against the tip of his nose.

Inside the bedroom, the candlelight flickered on the gilded candlesticks.

As Sui Si sat down, the sandalwood chair made a slight creaking sound.

He gazed at the pile of paintings on his desk, his fingertips tapping the armrest repeatedly, the rhythm gradually becoming more rapid.

The shadow on the wall flickered with the candlelight, making his furrowed brows appear even longer.

As Jun Sui pushed open the door and entered, he caught a glimpse of the other party's awkward posture out of the corner of his eye—the Demon Emperor's hands were unconsciously clasped together, his knuckles turning white from the force, and even the jade crown that usually held his hair up was slightly crooked, with a few osmanthus petals still stuck in his hair.

"To moisten your throat."

The crisp sound of clinking celadon teacups broke the silence. Jun Sui's hand trembled slightly as he handed over the tea, and the tea soup rippled in the cup.

Sui Si took the teacup, the warmth spreading from his fingertips, the aroma of tea mixed with the faint scent of cedarwood emanating from the other person, lingering around his nose.

He looked up and met Jun Sui's evasive gaze. Those eyes, which usually held an eerie quality, were now filled with caution, reminding him of the white fox's wet eyes when they first met.

"Ah Si, I was wrong."

Jun Sui's voice was so low that it was almost drowned out by the chirping of insects outside the window, and even he himself was surprised by the ingratiating tone in his voice.

Sui Si raised an eyebrow, the teacup making a soft sound as it rested on the table: "What did you do wrong?"

“It was my mistake to conceal my identity.” Jun Sui stared at the dark pattern on the toe of his boot. “I shouldn’t have approached you as a fox demon, and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of your trust.”

He paused, a blush creeping up his ears, "I shouldn't have... stolen a kiss from you in my real form while you were asleep."

Recalling those nights when he transformed into a white fox, curled up beside Sui Si's pillow, and secretly kissed the corner of her lips under the cover of darkness, her heart raced uncontrollably.

Sui Si chuckled softly: "You act all innocent and clever during the day, but you're quite bold at night."

He traced the rim of the glass with his fingertips. "Anything else?"

"As the master, I shouldn't have laid a hand on my disciple."

Jun regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, and as expected, he was met with the other party's mockery: "You're quite good at trying to build connections for yourself."

The candlelight reflected in Sui Si's eyes, and he suddenly remembered a time when he was practicing swordsmanship, and Jun Sui had transformed into a white fox and squatted beside him, his eyes clearly filled with admiration when he looked at him.

As all the lies were laid bare under the candlelight, Jun Sui's voice grew softer and softer:

"I orchestrated our first encounter... I desperately want to know who could make Li Que willingly stay in the Qingyun Sect."

He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with tears, "But later... later every time I was with you, I wished time would slow down."

I want to stay by your side, as your attendant, not as the Demon Emperor.

Thinking back on the countless afternoons he spent sitting across from Sui Si drinking tea, he wished time could stand still at that moment.

Sui Si's pupils contracted slightly, the candlelight flickering in his eyes: "So you want to be the Daoist partner of the Qingyun Sect Leader?"

"Ah."

Jun Sui gripped the hem of his clothes tightly and said with a sense of desperation:

"You are the only light I want to grasp as I wander through the darkness for a thousand years."

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth, and the tips of his ears turned bright red instantly.

He recalled the tender love poems in his treasured storybooks, but at that moment he felt that no words could describe the emotions surging in his heart.

"Cough cough cough, it's a bit...greasy."

Sui Si turned his face away, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

He rose and moved closer, his warm breath brushing against Jun Sui's burning earlobe:

"Want to become my Daoist partner?"

He ran his fingertips along the other person's flushed cheek. "Show me what you've got."