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

There were many Taoist priests patrolling the city, carrying soul-collecting banners. Any rootless soul would be taken away, no matter what kind of ghost it was.

When Ji Chaoxi passed through the bustling city, the dogs on the roadside saw her and tucked their tails in, whimpering softly.

Xie Qingyan took Ji Chaoxi directly to Jinyunzhai.

As soon as you push open the door, the scent of sandalwood wafts out.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he saw Xie Qingyan: "Master Xie..."

He paused for a moment when he saw Ji Chaoxi beside him.

Master Xie was holding the woman's hand and talking to her while she looked down at the fabric beside her and nodded.

"Master Xie, are you making clothes for yourself or for this young lady?" the shopkeeper asked tentatively.

Xie Qingyan looked at her calmly: "Shopkeeper, make a few sets of close-fitting dresses for the young lady beside me, and make them light."

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, secretly glancing at Ji Chaoxi in front of him. She was wearing a white dress, with a beautiful face, and had the air of an immortal.

The seamstress immediately led Ji Chaoxi to the inner door. Just as she was about to approach with the measuring tape, she saw Xie Qingyan standing at the door.

Master Xie, aren't you going to avoid this?

But since they were just standing there and wouldn't leave, she couldn't say anything.

The seamstress accidentally touched Ji Chaoxi's hand, and flinched from the cold, laughing, "Miss's hands are so cold. If they're like this in summer, how miserable must it be in winter?"

Ji Chaoxi hesitated and looked at Xie Qingyan at the door. Xie Qingyan met her gaze and walked straight in.

"I'll do it."

The seamstress was stunned. From ancient times to the present, there has never been a man taking a girl's measurements.

But looking into Xie Qingyan's calm eyes, she didn't dare to say anything and could only tell Xie Qingyan how to measure it.

Xie Qingyan took the forged soft ruler from the tailor and turned to face Ji Chaoxi.

The seamstress read aloud while Xie Qingyan took the measurements. He avoided touching any areas he shouldn't have, and worked quickly, finishing all the necessary measurements in no time.

After finishing at Jinyunzhai, Xie Qingyan took Ji Chaoxi to a clothing store to buy several outfits to wear for the next few days.

The shopkeeper was calculating the money, and Ji Chaoxi stood at the door watching curiously.

There are far more food options in the capital than in Qingxi Village. Not far away, there is a sugar painting stall, surrounded by a large crowd. Every time a customer turns the sugar painting into a different shape, the people around make a sound.

Just then, her hand was suddenly gripped tightly.

"Do you know my senior brother?"

The man in the Taoist robe was looking at her anxiously.

Why does this woman have the same aura as my senior brother?

Ji Chaoxi's hand ached from being gripped so tightly; she tried to pull away, asking, "Who is your senior brother?"

The man wanted to say something more, but the next second, his face contorted in pain, and his hand fell limply to the ground.

Xie Qingyan stood behind Ji Chaoxi, frowning as he looked at the man: "Junior brother, I don't remember the Taoist temple teaching you that you can hold a girl's hand at will."

The man's face flushed red, and he hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I was in such a hurry. As soon as I saw your aura on this young lady, I rushed over."

The junior apprentice quickly apologized to Ji Chaoxi: "I'm sorry, miss."

Ji Chaoxi smiled and said, "It's alright."

Xie Qingyan gently stroked Ji Chaoxi's wrist, which had been scratched red, and the red marks on her wrist disappeared instantly.

The junior apprentice stared in disbelief at the scene.

He glanced at the two of them, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Senior brother, who is this young lady...?"

"Friends," Xie Qingyan explained simply.

The junior apprentice was silent for a moment. Friend?

What kind of friends are so close?

The three walked forward together, while the Taoist priest on the road looked serious and kept searching for the whereabouts of the evil spirit.

"Junior brother, how is the situation now?"

The junior brother frowned deeply: "Senior brother, the government is afraid of causing panic, so they are preparing to seal off the city in the next few days. Inside the city, several senior brothers and I set up a soul-locking formation, but the vengeful ghost still managed to escape."

This vengeful ghost is truly insidious.

After entering the mansion, the junior brother watched as Ji Chaoxi followed his senior brother into the mansion, and then watched as they headed towards a room.

He was startled and quickly stopped him, asking, "Senior brother, where does this young lady live?"

Xie Qingyan spoke quietly: "Miss Ji will live with me."

The junior brother's eyes widened in shock. He exclaimed, "Senior brother, we're Taoists! What...what are you doing?!"

It's already against the rules for a Taoist priest like me to be so close to a girl, and now we're going to sleep in the same room. Is my senior brother possessed by a ghost?

Seeing his junior brother's terrified expression, Xie Qingyan suddenly realized that he and Ji Chaoxi seemed to be getting a little too close.

He had simply gotten used to their close relationship all this time.

"It's alright, nothing will happen if I live with Master Xie." Ji Chaoxi said earnestly.

Xie Qingyan is a human, but she is a ghost.

The junior brother's eyes widened immediately. What exactly did his senior brother say to this girl?

He was about to accuse Xie Qingyan, but when he saw Xie Qingyan's indifferent eyes, he lowered his voice: "Miss, this is not proper. You should stay in the room next to your senior brother. Staying in the same room is really not acceptable."

If word gets out, people will think his senior brother is an improper Taoist priest, and what will happen to the girl's reputation?

The junior disciples were all afraid that Xie Qingyan would be beaten to death by this girl's parents in the future.

The junior apprentice watched the two finish their dinner and return to their respective rooms before finally going to sleep with peace of mind.

A lone moon hangs above the upturned eaves, its cold light spilling onto the bluestone path in the courtyard, where several mimosa trees rustle in the wind.

The room was lit up, and the sound of water could be heard from time to time.

Ji Chaoxi emerged wearing her inner garment. Her soul, having been immersed in warm water with added talisman paper, made her appear less like a ghost and more like a jade statue. Her face was flushed from the warm water, and her wet hair clung to her cheeks and neck.

Xie Qingyan put down the Taoist scripture in his hand and walked to Ji Chaoxi's side. He calmly loosened, crossed, and tightened the sashes on her body.

"Thank you, Master Xie."

Xie Qingyan responded and skillfully held her in his arms. True energy gradually overflowed from his palms as he calmly dried her hair.

Ji Chaoxi leaned against him, feeling drowsy. She trembled slightly from the heat and couldn't help but shrink back. Her hair fell down with her movement, revealing her porcelain-white and slender nape.

"Does Miss Ji like it here?"

Xie Qingyan asked casually as he continued to dry the roots of her hair. His fingertips accidentally brushed against her neck, causing Ji Chaoxi's shoulders to tremble. She mumbled, "I like it."

His calloused knuckles brushed against her sensitive nape once again.

The light from the kerosene lamp shone on Xie Qingyan's face, highlighting his cool and aloof features, giving him a somewhat compassionate and divine appearance.

But deep within his eyes, the shards of ice were melting away frantically, carrying a viscous, almost obsessive focus.