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

As the first round of melee ended, spiritual energy and stone chips slowly descended from the sky. The disciples outside the training ground erupted in cheers.

The Second Elder is both hungry and worried. What can be done about Shu Bai's inner demons?

"Sect Master, this child Shu Bai has reached the pinnacle of the Path of Ruthlessness. It seems that he is the only one worthy of being the Sword Master this year," an elder remarked.

Second Elder: ...

He glanced to the side, and although the sect leader didn't say anything, his expression showed that the sect leader was satisfied.

It seems no one dares to tell the sect leader about Shu Bai's inner demons...

Suddenly, the elder to the left of the Second Elder nudged him with his elbow. The Second Elder was in so much pain that he nudged back.

"Mention it to the sect leader..."

The second elder muttered under his breath, "If you want to bring it up, go ahead and do it yourself."

I hate these people who practice fasting the most. They have no flesh on their bodies, just bones, and they even poke them with their elbows, it hurts so much!

Amidst the overwhelming cheers, Wen Shubai remained unusually silent. His fingertips gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his head bowed, as he desperately suppressed the inner demons churning within his mind.

The bell rang again, and the black mist surged, completely engulfing the disciples in the training ground, plunging the surroundings into a deathly silence.

Wen Shubai's sea of ​​consciousness first arrived at a void, followed by an extremely familiar scent.

In the illusion, Ji Chaoxi was wearing the clothes she wore when she first came to the Tianjue Sect. At that time, she didn't have a jade token and could only look longingly at other people's robes.

"Senior Brother, my hand is injured. Practicing swordsmanship is so tiring. Can I rest for a while?" She stretched out her red, practiced hand in front of him, her eyes red-rimmed.

Wen Shubai pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and let the fragrance linger around his nose while silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

Seeing that Wen Shubai ignored her, she wasn't angry. She leaned against him and kept talking.

"Senior Brother, you're so good to me. I have lots of money from slaughtering pigs. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you, okay?"

"Senior Brother, will you be good to me for the rest of your life? You promised to go home with me, is that true...?"

As she spoke, she rubbed against him.

She was warm from her body. Wen Shubai wasn't afraid of the martial arts test, nor was he afraid of those underhanded tricks. What he feared most was this happiness that was within reach but so easily lost.

Just as Wen Shubai was struggling, her eyes suddenly reddened, and she sobbed softly.

"Senior Brother, why did you try to kiss me that day? Do you like me...?"

This sentence completely shattered Wen Shubai's rationality.

He looked at the girl beside him; her eyelashes were wet with tears, but her hand was still clutching his clothes.

His junior sister always acted this way when she was wronged, and he couldn't bear to see her sad...

Wen Shubai's hands trembled, but he couldn't help but gently rub her hair.

The moment their fingertips touched, he was completely captivated.

He likes his junior sister, and he wants to be with her forever...

The black mist in the training ground grew thicker and thicker, and the disciples around watched this scene with solemn expressions.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from Wen Shubai's mouth. He was suffering a violent backlash, and horrified gasps came from all around.

No one expected Wen Shubai to react so strongly. The other two disciples were also in pain, but not nearly as much as Wen Shubai.

Countless sword energies surged wildly around him, his spiritual pressure becoming chaotic.

The elder beside him turned pale: "This is bad! Shu Bai's inner demon has already entered his marrow!"

The sect leader's face was also extremely ugly. The mental test had already begun, and unless Shu Bai woke up on his own, all the spiritual power he had cultivated over the years would be wasted here.

The disciples below also began to discuss among themselves.

"What exactly is Senior Brother's inner demon? It's so powerful!"

"How terrifying, what if my inner demons become like this in the future?"

"With your brain, how could you have such complicated obsessions?"

"Say that again?!"

Wen Shubai's face grew paler and paler, veins bulging on his forehead, as the sword energy emanating from his body continued to attack him.

The second elder was extremely anxious and paced back and forth on the high platform.

He looked at Ji Chaoxi, who was staring at him with red eyes, and sighed deeply: "Miss Ji, you'd be better off looking at yourself than me."

Ji Chaoxi clung tightly to the white jade railing, watching helplessly as Wen Shubai's white jade Taoist robe was stained crimson with blood.

As Wen Shubai's breath grew weaker and weaker, her tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"Sect Master, please save our eldest brother..."

The elders beside him couldn't help but sigh; it was truly a pity about Shu Bai.

The sect leader looked at Ji Chaoxi, whose face was streaked with tears, and said with a hint of regret.

"Once the Path of Inquiry is opened, the soul is locked. If an outsider forcibly breaks the formation, it will only cause his sea of ​​consciousness to rupture on the spot."

Wen Shubai was his eldest disciple, and he didn't want anything to happen to him more than anyone else.

However, if he can't even pass this test, it just shows that he is not suitable for cultivating the path of ruthlessness, because it means that he still has desires.

Liu Fuyin sighed and helped Ji Chaoxi up: "Don't cry, things will definitely take a turn for the better."

What she really wanted to say was that if her senior brother's spiritual root was truly severed, they might as well send him to the Ji family to slaughter pigs.

Ji Chaoxi was cultivating at the Tianjue Sect, and the two could meet from time to time.

But she dared not say it.

Liuli, who was not far away, wiped away her tears. "My senior brother is very good to my young lady," she wrote in her notebook while crying.

The death of the eldest disciple caused Ji Xianchang to experience heart-wrenching pain for the first time, but it was precisely because of this event that Ji Xianchang was able to truly grow and become the eldest disciple of the Tianjue Sect.

Although the eldest disciple's spiritual root was severed, Immortal Master Ji did not look down on him. Immortal Master Ji possessed the noblest character in the world.

Ji Chaoxi could no longer speak. Thinking about her past interactions with Wen Shubai, she felt even more heartbroken.

Why did Heaven give such a powerful inner demon to someone as good as the eldest brother?

Even if her senior brother loses his spiritual root, she will still take care of him. If the Heavenly Extinction Sect doesn't want him, she will let him stay at her house and raise pigs.

Raising pigs can make a lot of money...

Ji Chaoxi lowered her head, sobbing uncontrollably, large tears streaming down her face.

Tears fell drop by drop onto the white marble floor tiles, but suddenly stirred up a turbulent wave in Wen Shubai's lifeless mind.

The scene in the illusion began to distort, Wen Shubai's breathing became more and more rapid, and he suddenly woke up.

If he continues to stay here, what will happen to my junior sister?

Her spiritual root has only recently been reshaped. Who will accompany her to the Marrow Cleansing Pool? What if she's assigned to an irresponsible elder? What if she gets bullied by other disciples during her training...?

"Junior Sister..."

Wen Shubai's eyes instantly cleared.

He looked at the person in front of him and murmured, "I'm sorry."

The next second, the Chongli Sword shattered the dream, and the illusion collapsed.

Wen Shubai suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot. He forcibly suppressed the taste of blood in his throat and stared intently at Ji Chaoxi, who was crying with red eyes in the stands, through the astonished gazes of others.