Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Another caravan was burning paper money along the way, and Ji Chaoxi quickly went to join in.

Halfway through, she suddenly felt a gaze fixed on her from all around.

She froze and looked over.

The atmosphere froze for a second.

Wang the fortune teller!

Ji Chaoxi was so frightened that she quickly floated away.

Wang the fortune teller stood in the bushes, her face flickering between light and shadow. As she watched Ji Chaoxi flee ahead, she couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

A ghost mixed with Daoist energy, that's interesting.

With a flick of her withered, dark hand, Granny Wang sent a handful of blood-smelling glutinous rice flying toward Ji Chaoxi. Ji Chaoxi dodged it hastily, constantly changing her path, afraid of getting the rice on her.

Glutinous rice accidentally splashed onto a sleeping cicada on a tree, and black smoke instantly billowed from the splashed part.

The cicada ghost was so angry that it suddenly woke up. Who was bullying it? It was no longer a cicada to be slaughtered. It was now a cicada ghost!

But when it saw Granny Wang under the tree, the cicada trembled and silently shrank into the thick leaves.

Ji Chaoxi had never floated so fast, but Granny Wang still followed closely behind her.

"Let's see where you run to!" Granny Wang sneered.

As she chased after him, she rang the copper bell on the red rope. With each step, she stepped on the lingering yin energy of Ji Chaoxi. The eerie sound of the bell echoed in Ji Chaoxi's ears, and Ji Chaoxi's face grew paler and paler.

"My darling...come quickly into Grandma's arms..."

As soon as the Zhao family head and his servant stepped outside, they saw Wang the witch's frenzied state and immediately screamed in fright.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

This sorceress looks scarier than a ghost!

Although neither of them had ever seen a real ghost.

When Granny Wang's spell was interrupted, her face immediately darkened.

Ji Chaoxi gritted her teeth and immediately flew towards Xie Qingyan's house.

Xie Qingyan had just stood up when Ji Chaoxi bumped into him. His expression hardened as he looked at her injuries: "Miss..."

"boom--"

The door was kicked open suddenly.

The atmosphere suddenly became dangerous.

With a gloomy face and the bells on her body constantly shaking, Wang the witch looked like a vengeful ghost.

Helpless, Zhao the wealthy man said to her, "Wang the fortune teller, there are no ghosts in this courtyard. This is Master Xie's courtyard, so there's no way there could be any ghosts."

He muttered to himself that the most ghost-like person in this courtyard was this old witch Wang.

When she rushed in, he had to beg her to greet Master Xie inside first, as it was impolite to just barge into someone's house like that.

As a result, the sorceress ignored him and kicked the door open.

"Master Xie, Granny Wang insists on coming in." Master Zhao looked at Xie Qingyan helplessly.

Seeing Wang the fortune teller's expression, the servant next to her tried to sneak away.

The next second, his hand was grabbed by Zhao the landlord, who smiled at him.

This smile isn't polite; it's a warning!

The servant stayed behind with a long face.

"Where is the female ghost?" Granny Wang looked at Xie Qingyan with a sinister gaze, her voice hoarse like sandpaper.

Xie Qingyan looked at her quietly: "What female ghost?"

Granny Wang's face twisted for a moment: "What female ghost? She came straight to your house, and you're asking me what kind of female ghost she is?!"

Xie Qingyan's expression remained unchanged: "Wang the sorceress must have seen wrong. I have been inside the house thinking about the matter of the Ringo Garden and have not seen any female ghost."

Upon hearing "Rinking Garden," Zhao the wealthy man immediately realized, "Yes, yes, Granny Wang, this Taoist Master Xie has profound Taoist magic; what female ghost would dare to approach him?"

The old woman scoffed, "Profound Taoist magic? Just a greenhorn."

Zhao, the wealthy man, quickly defended Xie Qingyan, saying, "Wang the fortune teller is mistaken. Master Xie is a disciple of the Taichu Temple, the number one temple in the world."

The servant raised his chin: "So this is the senior brother! He's caught countless ghosts."

Zhao, the wealthy man, nodded vigorously: "That's it."

Granny Wang was too lazy to pay attention to these two fools. She tied a red rope to the door frame, hung it full of bells, and gently shook the bells while muttering something to herself.

A sudden gust of air rushed into the room, and Zhao the landlord and his servant quickly hid behind Xie Qingyan.

The gourd on his body suddenly moved, and Xie Qingyan gently stroked it without making a sound. The gourd calmed down again after a while.

At first, Zhao was a little scared, but when he saw that Granny Wang had been chanting for a long time without making any noise, he became more and more convinced that she was just pretending to be a ghost.

He used to be frightened by Granny Wang's charlatan-like appearance.

He was now much more confident: "Wang the fortune teller, if you can't get it, go to the Apple Garden. Master Xie has something to ask you."

Zhao the landlord smiled at Xie Qingyan.

The old woman's face darkened: "Him? He thinks he can handle something I, the old woman, can't even do?"

Zhao the wealthy man straightened his back: "How will you know if you don't try?"

The servant jumped out from behind: "Wang the fortune teller, you've spent so much of my master's money, and it hasn't worked at all."

Zhao, the wealthy man, quickly stopped him, feigning reproach: "Don't say that, Granny Wang didn't mean it."

The servant muttered, his voice just loud enough for Granny Wang to hear: "But you can't keep raising the price."

After their performance, the two immediately jumped back behind Xie Qingyan.

Granny Wang sneered; so this was where she was waiting for her.

"Wang the fortune teller, let's go." Xie Qingyan nodded to Wang the fortune teller.

Granny Wang snorted coldly and walked directly towards the Ringo Garden.

Xie Qingyan followed quietly behind her.

He took out a Soul-Cleansing Pill, which instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted into the mouth of the gourd.

Zhao, the wealthy man beside him, kept muttering to himself. Xie Qingyan gently stroked the outer wall of the gourd, his palm gleaming with a warm light.

"Master Xie, is there really an elixir of immortality in this world?" Zhao the wealthy man asked curiously.

Xie Qingyan shook his head: "Patriarch Zhao, destiny cannot be defied."

Zhao the wealthy man whispered, "Do you know the Li family head next door? I heard he's already this old."

Zhao, the wealthy man, made a gesture.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are inevitable processes in life. If one goes against the will of Heaven, one will surely be punished," Xie Qingyan said quietly.

Zhao the landlord wanted to say something more, but when he thought of Li the landlord's appearance in his memory, he silently shut his mouth.

At this moment, Ji Chaoxi was huddled inside the gourd, with specks of white light constantly seeping into the gourd's mouth. These specks landed on her soul, causing a tingling, numb sensation, and carrying a continuous warmth.

She felt something gently caressing her, wiping away all the pain in her body.

We finally arrived at the Ringo Garden.

The apple orchard looked worse than before; the apples on the trees were rotten and purple, and were oozing pus.

Zhao, the wealthy man, was heartbroken; this was all pure silver.

"This is the Taoist priest you invited? He doesn't look very good at all," said Granny Wang sarcastically from the side.

Xie Qingyan didn't speak, but quietly drew a talisman and stuck it on the bluestone slab next to him. Liquid flowed out of the talisman and went straight into the cracks of the bluestone slab.

The old woman's expression changed, and she was about to step forward to stop her.

Xie Qingyan stopped her: "Does Granny Wang also recognize this talisman?"

Granny Wang sneered, her eyes filled with a chilling light.