Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

She had indeed encountered the Vice Sect Master of the Joyous Union Sect yesterday, but nothing had happened between them. Oh, wait, something did happen. That foppish man had given his Little Martial Uncle a token.

Thinking of the token, Mo Qinglan's face visibly darkened.

His coldness only strengthened the disciples' belief. "So, Little Martial Uncle's injuries were sustained after interacting with their Vice Sect Master!" The more they spoke, the more shocked they became. Their Little Martial Uncle had slain the Demon Lord just a year ago, and now she had faced off against the Joyous Union Sect's Vice Sect Master and emerged unscathed. She was truly the goddess in their hearts!

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, was the battle intense yesterday?"

The junior disciples asked, their faces full of curiosity. Mo Qinglan couldn't help but recall how fragrant and soft his Little Martial Uncle had felt in his arms as he protected her during their fall from the sky yesterday. That was why he had woken up late today. He had spent the entire night reliving those moments, his heart racing.

He lowered his voice, his words husky. "It was quite intense."

How could it not be intense? It was so intense that he hadn't slept a wink all night.

"Ding, Blackening Value decreased by 5%, current Blackening Index: 95%."

Hearing him, Su Tang's smile deepened. Coupled with the long-awaited shift in the Blackening Value, she felt incredibly joyful.

"Indeed. Your Senior Brother watched the battle until midnight and even caught a cold."

The disciples exclaimed, "Then what about the Joyous Union Sect's Vice Sect Master? Did Little Martial Uncle beat him black and blue?"

"Who beat me black and blue?"

A flirtatious voice rang out, silencing everyone.

The righteous sects all knew that the Joyous Union Sect walked a fine line between good and evil and were reluctant to associate with them. However, reluctance was one thing; being suddenly confronted by their Vice Sect Master, whose beauty was so striking, it was impossible not to be amazed.

People often have a favorable impression of those with attractive appearances. Just now, they were imagining their Little Martial Uncle beating him to a pulp, but now they felt it would be a pity if such a handsome face were ruined.

Seeing the person in question arrive, Su Tang remained calm and said frankly, "I was just chatting with my disciples. I had a very pleasant exchange with the Vice Sect Master yesterday."

The Joyous Union Sect was one of the three major sects, after all. As the Vice Sect Master, Luo Fanchen immediately noticed Su Tang's injuries.

He didn't rush to explain, watching as the young woman dismissed all the disciples.

He asked with a smirk, "Little Martial Uncle, aren't you going to tell me about this 'beating black and blue' business?"

Su Tang feigned ignorance. "There's nothing to talk about."

Luo Fanchen said, "Little Martial Uncle, do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Su Tang sighed. "Vice Sect Master, we're of the same generation. Can you please stop calling me Little Martial Uncle? It makes me a little uneasy."

Luo Fanchen truly adored her little act. He never imagined that such a cute little thing could emerge from the cold and boring Heavenly Sword Sect. Of course, his fondness wasn't romantic love, but rather the kind of affection one feels for a kindred spirit.

"Tell me about this 'beating black and blue,' and I'll stop calling you Little Martial Uncle."

Su Tang conceded, "It seems I can't escape this today." She then recounted the embarrassing incident from last night. The younger disciples had noticed her unusual demeanor today, and to avoid embarrassment, she had used him as a shield.

Luo Fanchen was stunned at first, then burst into laughter. "Oh my god, you're hilarious! Hahahaha…"

Su Tang looked utterly defeated. "Don't say it. I shouldn't have teased my little nephew yesterday. Who knew he was such a lightweight?"

Luo Fanchen couldn't stop laughing. "So you used me as a scapegoat?"

Su Tang, ever shameless, immediately smiled sweetly. "We're friends, aren't we? You even gave me your Joyous Union Sect token. As friends, of course, we should help each other out." She paused, then added, "I'm not a fan of bloodshed, so let's skip the 'helping each other out' part."

Not a fan of bloodshed? Luo Fanchen was stunned by her shameless words. After a while, he finally said, "Staying at the Heavenly Sword Sect is truly a waste of your talents."

Sword cultivators were notoriously boring and humorless, always ready to draw their swords at the slightest provocation. How dull.

Su Tang, however, said, "It's alright. I'm very adaptable."

Luo Fanchen was about to say something else when an abrupt voice interrupted them.

"Little Martial Uncle, it's time for your medicinal bath." Mo Qinglan had appeared at some point, his voice as steady as ever, betraying no change. However, if he had raised his slightly bowed head, his dark eyes, reddened by jealousy, would have revealed his true feelings.

Before Su Tang left, her Fourth Senior Brother, Shen Yichen, had given her a month's supply of medicinal bath ingredients, instructing her to soak for at least an hour each day. Worried that she might forget, he had entrusted the task to Mo Qinglan.

"Oh, it's time for my bath already?" Su Tang sighed and resignedly stood up. "Vice Sect Master, I apologize, but it seems I can't continue chatting with you."

Luo Fanchen didn't mind. "Little Martial Uncle, please take care of yourself. Otherwise, I don't know when we'll have another in-depth conversation."

He was bright and enchanting, and his deliberately slow speech was particularly alluring.

Su Tang remained calm, waving goodbye before leaving.

Mo Qinglan, on the other hand, remained sullen throughout their walk.

"Little Martial Uncle, that person from the Joyous Union Sect is not a good match."

Su Tang paused. "What does it matter to me if he's not a good match?"

Mo Qinglan pursed his lips and frowned. After a moment, he continued, "Doesn't Little Martial Uncle like him?"

Su Tang replied, "There are many kinds of liking. Liking someone doesn't mean you have to be with them. For example, I like our Sect Master because I respect him. I like you because you're my nephew. And I like Luo Fanchen because he's interesting."

If he had heard Little Martial Uncle say she liked him before, he would have been overjoyed. But now, it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

You like me only because I'm your nephew. If I didn't have that connection, would you even look at me?

Su Tang turned back, noticing his downcast mood, and patted him reassuringly. "Young man, don't overthink things. Live a little."

Mo Qinglan looked at her. "Little Martial Uncle isn't old either."

Su Tang replied, "I'm decades older than you. In the mortal world, I could be your grandmother."

Chu Yue had been cultivating for sixty years. Although that would be considered old age in the mortal world, in the cultivation world, she was incredibly young. Moreover, she was talented and hardworking, destined for greater achievements.

Mo Qinglan's talent wasn't bad, and he appeared more mature, but there was still a thirty-year gap between them.

At that moment, Mo Qinglan truly hated being seen as a junior. He had been an adult for so long; couldn't they stop treating him like a child?

"Little Martial Uncle, thirty years is nothing."

"Mm, in the cultivation world, thirty years is indeed nothing. After all, we go by seniority." She paused, then suddenly stopped walking. "I left in a hurry last night. Were you injured?"

Mo Qinglan felt as if he had been struck in the knees.

Not only were they thirty years apart, but they were also separated by seniority.

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