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

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Snowflakes drifted down from the snowdrifts.

Ji Chaoxi felt a sudden dizziness, and when she came to her senses, she found herself lying firmly on Wen Shubai's chest.

Wen Shubai had one arm around her waist and the other hand protecting the back of her head; both of them were breathing rapidly.

He lay motionless in the snowdrift, looking at her face, which was red from the cold, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. His eyelashes were covered in snow, and as he laughed, the snow fell off with them.

Ji Chaoxi stared at him blankly, her heart pounding.

She couldn't resist kissing him on the lips. She took a deep breath, looked at him intently, and her face was tense.

"Senior Brother, if the Sect Master doesn't agree to you staying in the Heavenly Absolute Sect, would you be willing to come back with me to raise pigs?"

"Come back with me and raise pigs. My parents only have one daughter, so they'll definitely pass on their family heirloom boning knife to me. We'll be very rich in the future."

After Ji Chaoxi finished speaking, her expression turned serious.

She didn't want to let her senior brother leave; she wanted him to stay with her for the rest of her life.

Wen Shubai was stunned for a moment. In his clear and cold eyes, it was as if stars exploded at this moment. His eyelashes trembled, and the tenderness in his eyes was about to drip water.

Before Ji Chaoxi could react, a cool kiss landed on her lips, and he couldn't resist pecking at them a few more times.

Wen Shubai held her tightly, burying his chin in her shoulder, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Thank you, junior sister."

His voice drifted away in the snow, and Ji Chaoxi felt a pang of sadness in her heart. The snow-covered mountain was very quiet, with only the warmth of their bodies spreading between them.

The eldest brother always said things that made her feel a pang of sadness...

The two lingered in the snow for a while longer before Wen Shubai tucked Ji Chaoxi into his cloak and carried her back to the cabin.

The cabin is different now than before. He went down the mountain and bought a lot of soft mattresses. The stove is burning all day long, and you can feel the heat as soon as you enter the cabin.

As the weather grew colder, the clouds atop the Tianjue Sect mountain seemed to freeze, but at the foot of the mountain, the chill had dissipated considerably.

Although there is still some time before the Lunar New Year, people are already starting to get restless. Looking down from the mountain peaks, the village is no longer just a monotonous white, but is tinged with a bright red.

At some point, red lanterns were hung in the town at the foot of the mountain, standing out conspicuously in the gray winter. Small vendors lined the dirt road, their stalls piled high with red paper-cuts.

The Tianjue Sect doesn't strictly control its disciples' ability to go home for the Chinese New Year. They can go home whenever they want during the holiday, but they must return to the Tianjue Sect to continue their cultivation on the appointed day.

Wen Shubai had always stayed at the Tianjue Sect in previous years.

But this year, Ji Chaoxi will take him back to her home for the Chinese New Year.

Liuli had been waiting on the back mountain since early morning, wondering when her young lady would come back to pick her up. She was getting hungry from waiting.

"Liuli, are you waiting for your junior sister?" Gu Wuyou asked, carrying his bundle.

Liuli nodded.

Gu Wuyou asked gossipily, "Did Junior Sister go to see Senior Brother?"

Liuli remained silent, gazing intently into the distance.

Gu Wuyou mounted his horse and raised an eyebrow: "I know even if you don't say it, everyone knows."

I heard that the sect leader threw a huge tantrum.

Those geniuses are just annoying... Even the disciples have to think carefully when they speak to the elders, but these two don't even care about the rules of the Heartless Path.

Recently, disciples of the Tianjue Sect have been returning home intermittently, making the sect much quieter. However, many more disciples have chosen to stay and train more during these few days.

Although not everyone has Wen Shubai's talent, their desire to ascend is no less than anyone else's.

The second elder ran the fastest. Logically, elders shouldn't have gone down the mountain, but he was shameless and went down whenever he wanted.

Although he has no relatives left, he still has to go back home to visit.

Thick white fog filled the courtyard, several large pots were boiling at the same time, and the air was filled with the smell of pine and cypress branches and the aroma of fresh oil.

The ground was wet, mixed with hot water and bloodstains.

Ji Yingjin greeted people at the door, while Liu Dazhuang and several burly men, each carrying two sharp knives, moved in and out of the mist.

"Next one! Tighten it up for me!" Liu Dazhuang's voice was particularly loud.

With a series of slurping sounds, Ji Yingjin quickly packed the meat and handed it to the person at the door.

"Is less okay?"

Ji Yingjin waved his hand impatiently and said, "Not a penny less! I'm barely making any money to begin with, and I'm already selling it to you at a loss."

Before long, more people came to bargain, and Ji Yingjin's voice became hoarse from shouting.

Ji Yingjin hurriedly walked to Liu Dazhuang's side: "Xixi's senior brother is coming over, remember to save the better cuts of meat."

Exhausted, Liu Dazhuang said gruffly, "Don't worry, my wife, I just set out the meat."

Ji Yingjin felt sorry for him when she saw the sweat on his forehead, and took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

There's nothing we can do about it; that's just how it is with the Lunar New Year approaching.

Every year after the New Year, Liu Dazhuang's hands would shake uncontrollably.

Inside the Cold Mist Pavilion, a soothing wisp of smoke filled the air.

The sect leader stood with his back to the gate, his hands behind his back, his face full of coldness.

Wen Shubai knelt on the cold, hard floor. He wasn't wearing the thin robe he usually wore; instead, he had changed into a thick brocade robe.

"Master, your disciple has come today to resign."

"Thanks to Master's guidance, you led me to see through the illusions of the world and wholeheartedly pursue the Dao. But I have ultimately developed a mortal heart, and my Daoist heart is now in turmoil, making me no longer suitable for ascension."

The sect leader did not turn around, but the spiritual pressure inside the pavilion instantly increased, and the surrounding ice pillars cracked one after another.

Wen Shubai paused for a moment, then left.

As soon as he stepped out of Hanyan Pavilion, Ji Chaoxi was waiting by the bridge. Seeing him come out, she asked softly, "Senior Brother, did the Sect Master scold you?"

Wen Shubai caught her and put her hand in his arms to warm it. He smiled and smiled without saying anything.

Ji Chaoxi didn't care, since her senior brother was definitely going to follow her anyway.

The peaks of the Tianjue Sect were covered with a thick layer of snow, and the wind was howling. Ji Chaoxi stood on the tip of her sword, controlling it, while Wen Shubai stood beside her. Liuli huddled in her fur collar, her expression blank from the wind.

Miss's swordsmanship is amazing... but the wind is so strong... Miss is so amazing... the wind is so strong...

Ji Chaoxi turned around and was almost frightened when she saw Liuli's expression. She quickly used her spiritual power to protect her.

Liuli started writing furiously in her notebook again.

Immortal Master Ji is the most caring, kind-hearted, and powerful immortal master in the world!

The longsword moved faster and faster, the thick clouds gradually dispersed, and the town below slowly came into view.

Ji Chaoxi pressed down on her sword as the wind howled even more as she searched for her home among the densely packed tiled houses.

Among the houses, one stood out. From above, steaming mist rose from the Ji family's courtyard, and tiny people, no bigger than ants, darted about.

"Senior Brother, that's my home!" Ji Chaoxi's eyes lit up immediately.

As the sword's momentum subsided, the silent clouds began to stir, and cheers from all sorts of villagers flooded into our ears in an instant.

Ji Yingjin kept shouting at the door, "Stop making noise, stop making noise, come one at a time."

A large crowd had gathered at the entrance, and Ji Yingjin's voice grew louder as she wiped the sweat from her forehead, exhausted.

Just as she was about to go inside, she was pulled by an invisible thread and inexplicably raised her head.

Amidst the blanket of white snow, a vibrant crimson hue is flying towards the courtyard.

Ji Yingjin's eyes widened instantly, and her eyes reddened immediately. She frantically wiped the grease off her apron and shouted inside.

"My daughter's back!"

"Liu Dazhuang, our daughter is back!"