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

Xie Qingyan and several junior brothers healed Zhixuan's injuries together.

Zhi Xuan cursed loudly while healing his wounds.

"Those bastards, I'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget!"

"They're worse than animals; they deserve to be reborn as animals in their next life."

"You bastard, I spit on you!"

The junior brother next to him said helplessly, "Zhixuan, you're already like this, so just be quiet."

"Why should I be quiet? I'm going to curse! They're always being sarcastic and mean to me. Those three are just scoundrels!" Zhi Xuan shouted.

After Xie Qingyan and the others helped him heal his injuries and left the courtyard, they could still hear Zhixuan cursing in the room.

At this moment, Ji Chaoxi was lying in bed chatting with the parrot ghost.

The parrot ghost yelled angrily, "Those damned Taoist priests, they even tried to catch a parrot! Luckily I was quick-witted and escaped!"

Ji Chaoxi snorted and rolled over: "I thought city ghosts were so powerful, but they couldn't hide as long as this village ghost like me."

The parrot demon flapped its wings at her, yelling, "Isn't it that stinky Taoist priest protecting you? Don't be so smug."

"Your Taoist priests aren't any better; some of the ones who arrested me were from the Taichu Temple!"

It keenly sensed the presence outside, and with a flutter of its wings, it quickly flew to a tree outside.

Ji Chaoxi was intently reading the book "How Evil Spirits Are Raised," and she couldn't help but refute it.

"He's much better than you!"

The footsteps stopped by the bedside, and a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, causing Ji Chaoxi to stiffen.

"Who's feeling better?" Xie Qingyan hugged Ji Chaoxi and buried her face in her shoulder.

"It's nothing," Ji Chaoxi said in a muffled voice.

Xie Qingyan glanced at the book in her hand, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

"Miss Ji, you can use these methods on me."

Ji Chaoxi's ears grew increasingly red from his gaze: "Master Xie, why do I feel like you're becoming more and more..."

"What's getting more and more interesting?"

Ji Chaoxi remained silent, and Xie Qingyan stopped teasing her, afraid that she would really get angry.

He gently squeezed her hand: "Did the cat in the yard behave well towards Miss Ji today?"

Ji Chaoxi's eyes lit up: "Yes! It's finally willing to come closer to me."

"Master Xie, you have no idea how scared it was of me before. It would bristle whenever it saw me, but now it's willing to be close to me."

"I even fed it. Shall we go look for it together tomorrow...?"

The wind was blowing gently outside. The parrot ghost stood on a tree branch, looking at the scene inside the house and rolling its eyes speechlessly.

Who knows what they're doing in this village? These Taoist priests are the worst. She'll realize her mistake when she gets scammed!

It sat forlornly on the branch, remembering how it used to live in a cage and how well its owner treated it.

But now it's all alone, without even a place to live.

That night, the disciples of Taichu Temple finally followed the ghost's aura and found its approximate location.

Zhi Xuan insisted on going with him, and finally, under his strong request, he went along, although he still needed someone to help him walk.

"What's wrong with me doing this? Don't worry about me if anything happens!"

He brought enough talismans.

If anything really happens, he'll run away immediately and will definitely not involve them.

The forest was very cold and eerie in the dead of night, covered with decaying leaves, and black mist kept emanating from the cracks in the ground, with a ghostly aura permeating every corner of the forest.

A putrid stench suddenly wafted from the depths of the forest, and a grotesque shadow was writhing wildly, its waxy skin loosely clinging to its skeleton, its ghostly aura attacking their vital points directly.

"You wicked creature! Prepare to die!"

Several Taoist priests immediately raised their swords and attacked the evil spirit, creating gusts of wind. Other soldiers had already laid out talismans around the area and were guarding the edge of the formation.

The vengeful ghost roared incessantly, knocking their swords away and attacking them like a madman.

Zhi Xuan hid behind a tree and kept throwing talismans at the evil spirit, but the talismans were torn apart one by one.

Zhixuan:......

The other Taoist priests sat on the ground, their eyes closed, forming a formation. Several corpse-suppressing talismans covered its entire body. It let out a mournful roar, forcefully shattering the formation. The Taoist priest who formed the formation suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xie Qingyan frowned, holding a jade talisman between his fingers. The vengeful ghost roared and lunged at Xie Qingyan's face. Xie Qingyan immediately met it head-on, and the jade talisman struck the vengeful ghost squarely in the heart.

"Bang—"

A foul stench suddenly assaulted Xie Qingyan, causing the sword in his hand to rattle incessantly.

Despite the excruciating pain, the vengeful ghost clung tightly to Xie Qingyan. The two exchanged countless blows in the air, causing ancient trees around them to fall in droves.

The vengeful ghost was finally exhausted. Just as it was about to self-destruct to break through, Xie Qingyan pierced its entire body with a sword. Before it could even let out a wail, it was burned into a pillar of fire.

The other Taoist priests finally arrived, panting heavily.

Xie Qingyan's face still bore traces of the vengeful ghost's black blood, his back was distorted in the firelight, and his body was shrouded in an inescapable ghostly aura.

The other Taoist priests were stunned for a moment. This ghostly aura must be from that vengeful spirit from before...

But wasn't that vengeful ghost already dead?

"Senior Brother, you're injured!"

"Senior Brother!"

The crowd surged forward.

The moon in the sky shone with a pale light, and the courtyard was very quiet, with only the sound of footsteps on the bluestone slabs.

"Thank you, Master Xie!"

The disciples nearby saw Ji Chaoxi and quietly moved aside.

"How did you get hurt so badly?" Ji Chaoxi looked at the wound on his hand, her eyes immediately reddening.

Zhi Xuan limped along beside him, watching. He hadn't said a word since the beginning. The wound looked so strange. It was real, but the direction it was facing was just weird.

Xie Qingyan leaned against the bed, her face pale, and held Ji Chaoxi's hand tightly: "Miss Ji, don't worry, it's just a minor injury."

Zhi Xuan frowned, wanting to get a closer look, but when he looked up, he met Xie Qingyan's gentle gaze.

"Junior brother, is there a problem with my wound?"

Ji Chaoxi also looked at him expectantly.

Zhi Xuan smiled awkwardly: "No problem, no problem."

All the other disciples had left, leaving only Ji Chaoxi in the room. Her voice was trembling with tears, and Xie Qingyan gently comforted her.

Zhi Xuan couldn't help but steal a glance.

Miss Ji's eyes were red, and she looked pitiful when she cried. Her senior brother lowered his head to comfort her, gently stroking her back, but his eyes held a sickly tenderness.

Zhi Xuan choked up.

Miss Ji is really doomed; she's going to be completely dominated by her senior brother for the rest of her life.

He thought that his senior brother couldn't possibly be injured under those circumstances, since the vengeful ghost was planning to escape. After it was over, he was stunned to see such a large wound on his senior brother's hand.