Quick Transmigration: After the Backup Love Awakens, He Sacrifices the Official Partner to the Heave

Upon hearing this, Anming could only inwardly groan:

Damn it, what bad luck! He, Anming, is several thousand years old, yet he still got tricked.

This made him lose face.

Anming has become withdrawn!

Taking advantage of An Ming's inattention, Meng Zhe took control of the body.

Although Anming is a demon lord, he dislikes killing.

The reason for possessing Meng Zhe's body was because Meng Zhe's mind was impure and he had become a demon.

By taking Meng Zhe's body, he could be considered to have rid the people of a scourge.

But who would have thought that Meng Zhe would outsmart him?

Anming's entire soul was damaged due to breaking through the suppression and the possession, causing him to fall into a coma. As a result, Meng Zhe took control of his body.

On the other side, when Meng Zhe activated the array's core, Ji Qiyin sensed a slight fluctuation, but unfortunately, the fluctuation was so small that he ignored it.

Having acquired the cultivation level of Dark Nether, Meng Zhe instantly became arrogant and headed straight for Yu Miao's room.

Yu Miao was sleeping soundly when, for some reason, she vaguely woke up.

Meng Zhe stood in front of Yu Miao's bed, his hair disheveled, dressed in black, his face terrifying, with black lines running from his neck to his forehead, covering his entire face, and his bloodshot eyes staring straight at Yu Miao.

Meng Zhe had already fallen into demonic possession, and when he suddenly tried to control the power of the Dark Netherworld, he lost control, which is why his face became so frightening.

The moment Yu Miao opened her eyes, she saw Meng Zhe's appearance. Her pupils widened instantly, and she retreated to the foot of the bed, shouting, "A ghost—!"

"Help! Someone come quick!"

Seeing that Yu Miao didn't recognize him, Meng Zhe said in a hoarse voice, "What? It's only been a few days, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Meng Zhe's voice was different from before, and Yu Miao asked blankly, "Who? You...you are...Meng Zhe...you are Meng Zhe, right?"

"Hmph! It's me."

"You...how...how did you become like this?" Yu Miao's panic subsided considerably upon seeing that the person in front of her was Meng Zhe, but she was still wary.

Meng Zhe looked down at his clothes, his pale lips curving slightly, and said, "I owe my current state entirely to you."

Yu Miao suddenly had a bad feeling and cautiously asked, "Meng Zhe, you...you've fallen into demonic possession?"

"Hahaha, so what if it is?"

Upon hearing Meng Zhe's shrill voice, Yu Miao was terrified and trembled repeatedly. "Meng...Meng Zhe, what do you want to do? I...I'm warning you, this is the Lingyun Sect."

If you leave obediently now, perhaps I can let you go, and... I won't tell anyone else that you've fallen into demonic possession.

But...but if you want to do something bad to me, you...you just wait and see.

Yu Miao's terrified voice and flustered behavior did not cause the slightest ripple in Meng Zhe's heart. "Hmph! Warn me? With your pathetic appearance of being scared to death, you think you can warn me? Yu Miao, who gave you your confidence?"

Meng Zhe grabbed Yu Miao's body, gripping her chin tightly with one hand, and said fiercely, "Don't worry, we've been husband and wife for a day, I won't let you die so easily."

I'm going to torture you so badly that you'll wish you were dead and suffer excruciating pain.

Upon seeing this, Yu Miao quickly put on a fake smile and echoed, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I knew you wouldn't hurt me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Meng Zhe knocked Yu Miao unconscious.

He no longer needs to feign politeness with Yu Miaoxu.

Meng Zhe turned and left the room, his hands clenched into fists. He looked down and thought to himself: He hasn't used this cultivation he's acquired yet. Why not let Lingyun Sect try it out tonight?

Overnight, the Lingyun Sect was awash in blood, with corpses everywhere.

The once dominant sect of immortal cultivation has been transformed into this desolate and tragic scene.

Finally, Meng Zhe tied Yu Zhengming up and brought him in front of Yu Miao, forcing Yu Miao to make a choice: whether she wanted her own life or Yu Zhengming's life.

He would be willing to let Yu Miao leave safely if she killed Yu Zhengming with her own hands; otherwise, Yu Miao would have to die.

In short, only one of the father and son can survive.

Yu Miao pleaded, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I beg you, please don't do this. He is my father and your master."

"Master?! How ridiculous!"

"You have three seconds to think about it."

Yu Miao remained silent, hesitating, while Yu Zhengming, who was tied up beside her, pleaded with her, "Miao Miao, I know you are the most filial. Miao Miao, I am the sect leader of Lingyun Sect. For the sake of all living beings, Miao Miao, please help me."

Although Yu Miao is his child, cultivators' lifespan increases as their cultivation level rises.

He doesn't need Yu Miao as a son.

As long as he's alive, why worry about not having a son?

Yu Miao, who was still conflicted, was instantly enraged upon hearing Yu Zhengming's words and coldly demanded, "Father, do you want me dead?"

"Miaomiao, I... this... I can't help it either, but don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

Meng Zhe watched the entanglement between the father and son, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

Look, as long as you have the ability, you can control life and death. Even fathers and sons who are originally related by blood can have conflicts.

In order to protect himself, a father may sacrifice his son's life.

"Yu Miao, how is it? The time's up. Have you made up your mind? Will you die, or will he?"

Without a second thought, Yu Miao picked up the sword that Meng Zhe had thrown in front of him and, without giving Yu Zhengming time to react, stabbed it directly into Yu Zhengming's body.

Yu Zhengming was terrified when he saw Yu Miao pointing a sword at him. He shook his head repeatedly and begged for mercy, "Miao Miao, no, no, I'm your father, I'm your dad..."

Yu Miao ignored him, thinking to herself:

Father, please don't blame me.

All of this was your own choice.

I'm just trying to save my own life.

With a ripping sound, blood quickly flowed from Yu Zhengming's chest, splattering Yu Miao's face with blood.

A drop of blood splashed into Yu Miao's eyes, causing her to blink involuntarily.

Then, he drew the sword and tossed it aside.

He swaggered up to Meng Zhe, his tone indifferent, and said, "I've killed the man, I've made my choice. Now, may I leave?"

"Of course." Meng Zhe pointed to the door.

Yu Miao walked straight out without turning her head.

When Anming woke up one morning, he was completely stunned and roared, "Meng Zhe, what have you done?!"

"Didn't you see it all?"

"Damn it, all I wanted was to escape and live a carefree life, and you...you actually made me commit murder."

You're finished. Once I recover, I'll devour your filthy soul in one gulp.

No, no, no, your soul is too dirty for me to eat.

"Then I will throw your soul into the demons of the Demon Soul Cave, where they will torment you, ravage you, trample you, until your soul dissipates."

Meng Zhe rubbed his ears and said impatiently, "Alright, wait until you recover before you say things like that to me."

"And...you said my soul is corrupted, so why do you want to possess my body?"

"Hmph! I..."

Anming couldn't answer.

If Meng Zhe hadn't been tempted by him, he wouldn't have chosen Meng Zhe.

He needs Meng Zhe's body, and Meng Zhe needs his strength.

In short, the two were heading in the same direction.