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

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall. Wen Yubai sat up straight, his face indifferent.

A maid walked in with her head bowed, carrying an exquisite food box.

"Young Master is in poor health, so the Demon Lord has ordered me to bring him some food."

Wen Yubai remained silent for a moment, then got out of bed.

The chain rattled.

The maid seemed not to hear her. She carefully placed the food on the table, introducing it as she did so.

"This soup was specially prepared by the Demon Lord, with the addition of snow lotus and red ginseng, making it perfect for replenishing qi and blood."

Wen Yubai didn't bother to respond. With a blank expression, he picked up his chopsticks and mechanically put the food into his mouth.

"Young master is very handsome."

The maid glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head, her tone ingratiating.

"The Demon Lord has never brought anyone back to his bedchamber before; you are the first."

The little maid was actively trying to improve her master's image in front of Wen Yubai.

Wen Yubai: ...

Haha, that's some serious flattery.

188. Finding joy in hardship.

Wen Yubai wasn't happy. "Get out."

"Yes."

The maid obediently shut her mouth and went out.

The food tasted good, but Wen Yubai didn't have much of an appetite. He forced himself to eat a few bites to fill his stomach before putting down his chopsticks.

The golden chain confined him to his bedchamber, and he sat by the only window through which he could glimpse the outside world.

Outside the window is a beautiful courtyard.

The artificial hills are lush and green, and the streams flow gently; it doesn't look like the territory of the Demonic Sect at all.

The branches of the plum tree in the corner of the courtyard stretched out diagonally, with a few white plum blossoms adorning the tips.

Glistening with morning dew, it shimmered with a lustrous light.

He tried to lean forward, and felt a slight pull under his feet.

He reached out but then stopped, finally letting his hand fall back onto his knee.

At that moment, the white plum blossom was suddenly broken off and landed steadily on the windowsill.

"Who?"

Wen Yubai's eyes flashed with a sharp look.

The surroundings were quiet, and no one answered.

Ye San, hidden in the shadows, concealed himself even more deeply.

He had only just noticed that Wen Yubai had been staring at the plum blossoms for a long time.

I just folded it up casually.

-

Ye Lanxuan toyed with the Heavenly Key, looking at the unconscious person in the center of the blood pool. With each cleansing, Chu Mingyuan would become stronger.

This was not what was presented to Wen Yubai; it was not torture at all. On the contrary, it was to cleanse Chu Mingyuan's body and reshape his physical form.

Only in this way can one become a complete demon.

The Heavenly Key alone is not enough to reopen the Three Realms Passage; sacrifices of humans, demons, and monsters are also required.

Ye Lanxuan thought absentmindedly.

Xuan Tian Sect would never have imagined that the Demon Clan possessed a special transformation technique.

Otherwise, how could he have remained so calm after the Heavenly Key was stolen?

As he waited for the blood pool to begin to boil, he came to his senses, approached, and made a cut on his wrist.

The dark red blood fell into the blood pool and eerily transformed into a golden thread, which burrowed into Chu Mingyuan's body like a living thing.

Chu Mingyuan's body trembled violently, and after a long while, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

His left eye remained black, but his right eye was a golden eye just like Ye Lanxuan's.

However, the gold was mixed with traces of blood that had not yet faded, making it look particularly eerie.

Ye Lanxuan smiled with satisfaction.

Successful.

Just as Chu Mingyuan was about to speak, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and he abruptly turned his head to the side.

What came out was not blood, but a mass of dark, viscous liquid.

His voice was hoarse, "What did you do to me?!"

Ye Lanxuan said casually, "Naturally, it's to help you undergo a complete transformation, turning you from a fragile human into a powerful demon."

"Then should I thank you?"

Chu Mingyuan scoffed, saying that anyone who woke up to find themselves a different race would go crazy.

Moreover, he hadn't forgotten that Ye Lanxuan had used him to block Xie Linchen's sword, almost killing him.

"yes."

Ye Lanxuan raised an eyebrow, completely taking it for granted.

The next second, with a crisp "crack", the chains binding Chu Mingyuan snapped.

His figure moved like a ghost, rushing towards Ye Lanxuan, his fist slamming into the opponent's face.

Ye Lanxuan still had a smile on his face, dodged to the side, and kicked out at the same time.

Chu Mingyuan was sent flying backward uncontrollably, crashing into the stone wall.

Ye Lanxuan slipped closer and looked down at him.

"One foot is already in the demon realm, not bad."

Chu Mingyuan clenched his fists. He could clearly feel the unfamiliar power surging within him, several times stronger than before.

But against Ye Lanxuan, this amount of power was still utterly ineffective.

Strands of hair covered half of his face.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I need to go back to the Xuantian Sect."

"There's no need."

Ye Lanxuan suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a blatant malice.

"I forgot to tell you, your Senior Brother Wen is mine now."

"you?!"

This statement was like a spark igniting a powder keg.

Chu Mingyuan suddenly looked up and lunged at Ye Lanxuan without hesitation.

Like an enraged beast.

Ye Lanxuan didn't even lift his eyelids, grabbing him by the back of the neck and shoving him into the blood pool.

Punches rained down on him.

He was very careful in his actions, only causing Chu Mingyuan to convulse in pain without seriously injuring him.

Only when Chu Mingyuan's struggles weakened did they casually toss him aside.

"To live or to die? Think it over carefully."

Ye Lanxuan was deliberately provoking Chu Mingyuan.

On one hand, it's funny; even though you hate someone to death, it seems ridiculous to even resist.

On the other hand, it was also to make him realize the gap in strength.

How dare a piece of trash like him even think about Wen Yubai?

As for whether he will hold a grudge and seek revenge?

Beings that are too weak are not even worthy of being regarded as "enemies" by him.

Moreover, Chu Mingyuan's death was already predetermined.

When he fully integrates with the demon bloodline, that will be his death day.

After Ye Lanxuan left, Chu Mingyuan dragged his soaking wet body out of the pool.

He was completely disheveled and in a sorry state.

He wiped the blood off his face, a ferocious smile curving his lips.

He has to live.

If I die, I'll never see my senior brother again.

-

As night deepened, Wen Yubai remained seated by the window.

The white plum blossom lay quietly on the stage, its petals already slightly curled up.

He didn't touch it, but just rested his chin on his hand and stared blankly out the window.

The moon's reflection rippled in the pond, and tiny, silvery points of light swayed with the waves.

In reality, 188 was playing a movie in his mind to entertain Wen Yubai.

There's no other way; showing a movie also consumes the little energy we have left.

But if it doesn't give its host something to do, it's afraid it will break down.

Ye San, hidden in the shadows, looked at Wen Yubai and quietly frowned.

It is because this white plum blossom is not beautiful enough that the young master is so sad.

With a creak, the palace door was pushed open.

Ye Lanxuan walked in; he had changed into a dark blue casual suit.

The collar was slightly open, revealing a hint of nonchalant casualness.

"Senior Brother Wen seems to have a lot of free time."

He approached with a smile, and before Wen Yubai could react, he naturally took his hand.

It was extremely cold, like a piece of ice jade.

Ye Lanxuan frowned and closed the window with his other hand.

"Your hands are so cold, why are you still sitting by the window?"

Wen Yubai looked up, letting his hand be held in Wen Yubai's palm, without struggling.

"Does the Demon Lord have something to say?"

"This is my bedroom."

Ye Lanxuan squeezed his hand, his tone carrying the usual teasing.

"Why would I need something so late at night?"

What's the matter? Of course, it's sleeping!

188's humor left Wen Yubai speechless.

He felt that with the plot so badly messed up, it was normal for 188 to go crazy.

Ye Lanxuan noticed his tightly pursed lips and thought she was holding on too tightly, so she loosened her grip.

He suddenly remembered the maid's reply, and his voice softened.

"You barely ate anything today, was it because you didn't like the food?"

Wen Yubai lowered his eyes. "So-so."

The atmosphere inside the hall fell silent and awkward once again.

Wen Yubai's indifferent and aloof demeanor inexplicably ignited a fire within Ye Lanxuan.

When has he ever suffered such injustice?

Ye Lanxuan suddenly bent down, his arms passing under Wen Yubai's knees and back, and steadily lifted him up horizontally.

It was placed on the bed with a "thud".

Ye Lanxuan lowered his head and met Wen Yubai's gaze.

There was no surprise, no anger, no rejection, not even a ripple.

It's like watching a stranger do something insignificant.

Faced with this indifference, Ye Lanxuan's anger vanished in an instant.

My heart felt like it was being stabbed.

He swallowed hard, but ultimately didn't say anything harsh. He just said in a hoarse voice, "Don't sit all the time. It's warmer on the couch."

"oh."

Ye Lanxuan stared at him for a long time, then lowered his voice, with a hint of caution that he himself was unaware of.

"I'll take you out for a stroll tomorrow."