Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

Inside the main hall, the candlelight flickered, casting a somber glow on everyone's faces.

"Recently, demonic energy has been frequently appearing. Three villages and towns south of Cangshan have been attacked. I'm afraid the demon realm is about to take some action."

The speaker was the elder deacon, while the others looked thoughtful, creating a particularly heavy atmosphere.

Pei Qingyun sat at the end of the table, listening to the elders' discussion, his expression as serious and calm as ever.

Suddenly, his heart tightened as if gripped by something, and Zhao Xue beside him swayed uncontrollably. He frowned slightly, raised his hand to his chest, still unaware of what was happening.

Pei Qingyun pursed her lips and looked at Zhaoxue, a bad feeling suddenly creeping into her heart.

The next moment, he seemed to sense something and instantly stood up.

The commotion drew the attention of everyone in the hall. Pei Qingyun's expression turned somewhat grim, his eyes darkening slightly. The aura he had just sensed clearly... came from Xian Qing.

That was the sword he had personally handed to Qi Yang that day. A wisp of his divine consciousness remained within the sword. If she were in danger, the sound of the sword would be the sound of his heart.

Without saying a word, he quickly cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Elders, I have suddenly remembered something important, so I must take my leave now."

"Qingyun, the meeting is not over yet, do you have something urgent to discuss?" an elder called out to him.

He didn't stop walking, not daring to waste a moment. He couldn't listen to anyone's words anymore, his heart was so anxious that his vision was going black.

He dared not think about what Qi Yang had gone through.

The elder behind him opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment, Li Xuan Sword Master, who was lazily leaning against the stool, suddenly waved his hand: "I sent him."

The elder paused, realizing that since the other person's master had spoken, he couldn't say anything more and had to swallow his words.

Looking again, Pei Qingyun was nowhere to be seen in the hall. He had already darted out of the hall, his robes fluttering as he transformed into a streak of light and headed towards the dense forests of Cangshan Mountain.

...

Qi Yang never expected that she would also be trapped in it.

Actually, not really. She had prepared an antidote to dispel the miasma beforehand. Compared to Jin Zihua, who was half-dead and lying on the ground as soon as she fell in, she still retained some consciousness. Now, as long as she gets out of this place, she can escape.

But she never expected that there would be a love-obsessed beast in the miasma.

The so-called "love-obsessed beast" is widely regarded by disciples as a kind of wicked spirit beast.

Just like its name suggests, once you are entangled by the Bewitching Beast, you will fall into a state of infatuation, your consciousness will become chaotic, and your body will undergo changes, similar to aphrodisiacs in the mortal world.

The beast itself is not particularly dangerous, but the illusion it releases is enough to render cultivators completely powerless, forcing them to do things they would rather not say.

Qi Yang held her breath, her back pressed against the damp, cold tree trunk. The miasma had little effect on her, but the mist from the bewitching beast had already spread over, a pale pink wisp of smoke that was so sweet it made her scalp tingle.

"...Get lost." The extremely unlucky girl muttered weakly to the bewitching beasts around her, but she was so bewitched that her soft voice was low and had little power.

Qi Yang had no choice but to take out a handkerchief and cover her mouth and nose, but how much could the cloth cover? Her calves were already starting to feel weak.

Qi Yang thought helplessly, why didn't she check the almanac before leaving home today? Today was truly the worst day ever...

No, we have to leave quickly.

She bit her tongue, the pain barely keeping her awake. Ignoring Jin Zihua, who was lying on the ground, her life hanging in the balance, Qi Yang leaned against the tree trunk and moved toward the edge of the miasma. Layers of decaying leaves piled up under her feet, and whether it was because of her or the decaying leaves, they felt soft and spongy underfoot.

The road in front of us started to sway.

She could clearly feel a burning heat within her body, and her body temperature began to rise.

Despite all her calculations, she never expected to encounter a lustful beast in heat, hence she had no antidote on her.

She groped her way with difficulty until she saw light coming through the dense forest, which was the exit.

The light was like the sunlight in the morning mist, warm and gentle. For some reason, Qi Yang suddenly thought of Pei Qingyun.

Young people always have a refined and elegant appearance, with calm and clear eyes, as if they have stepped out of a painting.

In the mortal realm, people like him are always referred to as "banished immortals."

Perhaps her mind was muddled, Qi Yang actually started to wonder what would happen if Senior Brother Pei smelled the Love Beast.

Is she in the same situation as she is now? Then who is the person he is thinking of?

Qi Yang pinched herself hard.

Stop thinking about it; it's all the work of the love-obsessed beast.

She bit her lip and continued walking out, but the light, though clearly very close, seemed so far away. Qi Yang walked for a long time but still couldn't touch it.

The girl's entire body went limp uncontrollably, her limbs weak, as if several vines were wrapping around her, tightening around her body, causing an itch and heat that seeped into her bones.

Until a hand reached out from the light, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, and grabbed her.

"Junior sister."

It was Senior Brother Pei's voice.

Her eyes were glazed over, and she couldn't help but sniff. She looked up and, sure enough, saw Senior Brother Pei's face.

Her legs suddenly gave way, and she collapsed.

The young man firmly supported her with his hand, his expression extremely anxious: "Junior sister, have you been poisoned by miasma?"

The girl collapsed into his arms as if boneless, unconsciously embracing the broad, slender body before her; only in this way could she feel better. Hearing Pei Qingyun's voice, she wanted to say no, it wasn't miasma, it was the Bewitching Beast.

But the girl's rosy lips moved, yet she lacked the strength to utter a single word.

Pei Qingyun was all she could think about.

Seeing her like this, Pei Qingyun quickly hugged her and searched his body for medicine to treat the miasma.

He was unusually anxious; beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead. His arms, wrapped around the girl, trembled involuntarily, and their skin pressed even closer together, inseparable.

"Don't be afraid, junior sister, it will be over soon."

Although she was in a daze, Qi Yang still knew that Senior Brother Pei had misunderstood.

She was clearly not afflicted by miasma. Even if Senior Brother Pei found an antidote, it would be useless to her. She blinked her hazy, moist eyes and rested her head on the young man's chest, listening to his clear and strong heartbeat.

Pei Qingyun paused.

Qi Yang climbed up and wrapped her arms around the young man's neck. She used a little force, pressing Pei Qingyun down slightly, his cheek close to her lips.

Pei Qingyun watched her, letting her do as she pleased, but he sensed something was amiss. Before he could investigate further, he heard the girl suddenly open her lips, her crimson lips opening and closing. Pei Qingyun heard her say, "Senior Brother Pei."

Pei Qingyun had unconsciously furrowed his brows in his anxiety, but now, hearing her call him in her almost soft, sweet voice, he didn't know why his own voice sounded a little strained, but he still responded, "Hmm?"

"Do you want to... kiss me?"