The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

For several days in a row, Wen Yubai led Chu Mingyuan all the way northwest.

To avoid being discovered, they chose to rest at the inn during the day and travel at night.

That day, Wen Yubai noticed that Chu Mingyuan on his back was coughing lightly, showing signs of waking up, so he found a secluded inn.

The lanterns in the inn swayed in the wind, casting dappled shadows.

Wen Yubai stepped into the hall, the hem of his cloak still damp with dew.

"A superior room, and some food."

The shopkeeper looked up and met a pair of clear, cold eyes, and hurriedly agreed.

"This way, sir/madam."

Wen Yubai followed the waiter upstairs, unaware that in a corner of the lobby, a customer had a playful smile on his face.

Disguised as an ordinary cultivator, Ye Lanxuan's wine cup froze in mid-air.

Golden eyes pierced through the dim light, locking onto the waistline that was faintly visible beneath the cloak.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

God has been too kind to me.

On this trip, he not only successfully obtained the Heavenly Key, but also ensured that Chu Mingyuan, the vessel he had chosen, did not die.

Now even the prey he's been longing for is coming to him willingly, saving him the trouble of going to great lengths to catch them.

Good people really do get good rewards.

It's all my fault for doing too many good deeds.

Even as the night deepened and the music of the night grew louder, there was no rush to abduct Wen Yubai.

He's a man of style; I need to think carefully about how to make my entrance.

Ye San, the subordinate opposite, was unaware of what was going on, but was used to it, and silently poured wine for his master.

The room was fairly clean. Wen Yubai carefully placed Chu Mingyuan on the bed and checked his pulse.

His pulse is steady and his breathing is even; I estimate he'll wake up in the next couple of days.

It's time to go.

Wen Yubai plans to find a demonic cultivator, guide him to kill himself, and then secretly use a recording stone to film everything.

Once the image of the person is captured on the stone, it spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, making it seem as if the person has vanished without a trace, creating the illusion that no remains have been found.

People will naturally believe it to be true.

As soon as Wen Yubai left, two figures appeared in the room.

Ye Lanxuan glanced at him, and Ye San understood immediately, stepping forward to check Chu Mingyuan's pulse.

A moment later, Ye San reported in a low voice: "His pulse is stable; he's out of danger."

Ye Lanxuan's gaze fell on Chu Mingyuan, whose wound was neatly bandaged.

He rested his chin on his hand, a smile playing on his lips, its meaning ambiguous.

"My senior brother Wen really takes Chu Mingyuan seriously."

Otherwise, why would she have taken him away from the sect?

Despite the claim that they were searching for the Heavenly Key, Wen Yubai seemed determined to shoulder all the responsibility alone.

Wen Yubai values ​​Chu Mingyuan, who is an easy weakness to exploit.

But Ye Lanxuan was displeased; a surge of irritation welled up in his chest, and he couldn't suppress it.

He glanced at Chu Mingyuan and said to Ye San, "Take him away."

"Yes."

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Wen Yubai continued northwest, the closer he got to the Boundless Domain where the Demon Sect was located, the greater the probability of encountering demonic cultivators.

He was wrapped in a cloak, walking through the bustling city, his wide-brimmed hat obscuring most of his face.

Ye Lanxuan, standing by the window of the teahouse on the second floor, spotted him immediately, even through the bustling crowd.

After observing Wen Yubai secretly for the past few days, he felt that Wen Yubai was not traveling normally, but rather seemed to be searching for something.

Or it could be a thing, or a type of person.

When he occasionally encountered some suspicious-looking cultivators, Wen Yubai would either provoke them or take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

The way he looked was as if he was confirming the other person's identity.

Could they be looking for demonic cultivators?

Ye Lanxuan's mind raced.

To verify his conjecture, he disguised himself as an ordinary cultivator and mingled in the crowd as he walked toward Wen Yubai.

He deliberately bumped into the other person lightly as they passed each other.

Wen Yubai's arm was slightly tilted by the bump. He looked up and saw an ordinary face that would be easily lost in a crowd.

Strangely, a vague sense of familiarity welled up inside me.

The monk said "I'm sorry."

Wen Yubai nodded slightly and was about to continue walking when he glanced down and noticed a round wooden plaque.

The card is exquisitely crafted, with intricate patterns carved on it, and what's special is that a diamond-shaped ruby ​​is set in the center.

He paused slightly, bent down and picked it up. This style of wooden plaque was recorded in the Enforcement Hall; it was a token only given to those at the level of a manager in the Demonic Sect.

Upon closer inspection, a faint trace of demonic energy was indeed discovered within.

Wen Yubai immediately turned around and spotted the figure of the passerby.

The other person was not far away, walking slowly, seemingly without any abnormality.

As he lifted his foot to chase after him, he hesitated.

After searching for days without finding the demonic cultivator, how come it was on this busy street that a random passerby exposed such an obvious flaw?

But he was so eager to leave this world that it would take him more than half a month to reach the River of No Worries.

He really didn't want to wait any longer.

Wen Yubai gritted his teeth and finally followed after him.

After many twists and turns, the road became increasingly secluded, and the cultivator ahead seemed to realize that he was being followed.

He stopped in a dead-end alleyway with high walls on three sides, turned around, and smiled.

"Are you following me?"

Wen Yubai held up the round wooden plaque. "Is this yours?"

The cultivator looked surprised and nodded, "So you found it. Thank you."

After saying that, he stepped forward to retrieve the wooden plaque.

However, before he could get close, a sword was suddenly drawn and pressed against his neck.

"Demonic cultivator."

Wen Yubai's tone carried an undeniable certainty.

The man showed no panic, only smiling as he looked at him, black demonic energy emanating from his palm and surging at his fingertips.

"Would this be considered demonic cultivation?"

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind from a whip swept towards Wen Yubai.

Wen Yubai dodged to the side and counterattacked with his sword.

Wen Yubai grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. His opponent was clearly holding back, his moves carrying a playful, cat-and-mouse dynamic.

Wen Yubai was unwilling to dawdle any longer. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he deliberately created an opening, using the hand under his sleeve to activate the recording stone.

As expected, the man seized the opportunity, and the soft whip came with a strong wind. Wen Yubai pretended to dodge but was caught off guard and was hit by the blow.

The whip was about to strike him—

"Snapped!"

The whip abruptly stopped less than an inch from him, its thunderous force abruptly withdrawn.

It only brought a cool breeze that brushed against my cheek.

"Senior Brother Wen, how have you been?"

Wen Yubai looked up and met the other person's smiling eyes.

Such an intimate tone clearly indicates that she knows him personally.

"Who are you?"

"How heartbreaking, Senior Brother Wen, you've even forgotten your savior."

The other party sighed, feigning grievance.

Savior?

The memory of that night at Hanchi suddenly surfaced in Wen Yubai's mind.

"It's you?!"

Wen Yubai picked up the Broken Dust Sword and said coldly, "I let you escape that day, but today I will take your life."

Ye Lanxuan couldn't help but chuckle as he watched him make those harsh remarks.

In that instant of distraction, Wen Yubai drew his longsword, its cold light piercing straight for the opponent's heart.

Unexpectedly, a strong gust of wind struck his wrist bone, and Wen Yubai felt his wrist go numb instantly, causing his longsword to fall to the ground.

There are helpers too?!

He stepped back and slapped the direction of the sneak attack with his backhand, but suddenly felt a tightness around his waist.

The soft whip had somehow wrapped itself around him, pulling him forward with irresistible force, and slamming him straight into a warm embrace.

Ye Lanxuan held the whip in one hand and steadily wrapped his arm around Ye Lanxuan's waist with the other.

The tip of her nose almost brushed against his ear.

"Senior Brother Wen, is this a case of throwing yourself into my arms?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he gave an approving look to the shadows; Ye San had seized the perfect opportunity to launch his sneak attack.

Wen Yubai froze, struggling to break free. "Let go!"

The soft whip, however, twisted back and bound his hands tightly behind his back.

He was unable to break free for a moment.

"Demonic cultivator, if you have the guts, then kill me. Why toy with me like this?"

Killing him would actually allow us to reach the end of the storyline and escape this suffocating world.

Ye Lanxuan looked at the person in his arms.

His usually indifferent eyes were filled with anger, his sideburns were disheveled, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

It added a touch of vibrancy compared to the ordinary.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Kill you? I don't have that kind of ability."

Wen Yubai gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and frantically gathered his spiritual energy in his dantian. Since he couldn't escape, then...

But to their surprise, the other party noticed it as soon as it started.

"Trying to self-destruct?"

Ye Lanxuan's voice suddenly deepened, and his immense cultivation pressed down like Mount Tai, forcibly suppressing the surging spiritual power within him.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through the back of Wen Yubai's neck, and everything went black.

"Before me, life and death are not in your own hands."