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

Mo Qinglan's breathing was rapid. He looked down at the person in his arms. Little Martial Uncle's waist, as before, was soft and slender. Above it, her fair neck was swan-like, elegant and beautiful. Further up, her jade-like teeth and rosy lips parted and closed, speaking words of concern for him.

At this moment, only two words remained in Mo Qinglan's mind: Want kiss.

"Little Martial Uncle is unwell," he said, his voice hoarse. As he drew closer to Su Tang, his scorching breath made her face flush crimson.

Mo Qinglan's eyes darkened. After speaking, he lifted her up by the waist and, making a casual excuse, addressed the cultivators, "My Martial Uncle suffered an internal injury while practicing some time ago and needs to rest. We'll take our leave now."

Everyone had heard the skeleton say that she couldn't circulate her spiritual energy, so no one doubted his words. Instead, they said, "Fairy Chuyue is chivalrous and courageous. Half a year ago, she fought a decisive battle with the Demon Lord alone, and now she has saved us. We are eternally grateful for your great kindness. If Fairy Chuyue needs anything from us, please do not hesitate to ask."

"Fairy Chuyue is the benefactor of the Qishan Sect. Once this matter is resolved, I, Qi, will personally go to the Heavenly Sword Sect to express my gratitude."

"Farewell, Fairy Chuyue."

Su Tang was startled when she was suddenly picked up and almost cried out. Subconsciously, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Mo Qinglan's neck. However, she quickly regained her senses. Taking advantage of her junior in front of so many people was truly shameless.

But she didn't expect Mo Qinglan to be even more shameless!

He noticed her loosening her grip and his brows furrowed slightly. Without saying a word, he suddenly feigned a stumble, making Su Tang think he was about to drop her. Instinctively, she tightened her hold around his neck again.

Mo Qinglan curled his lips and said nonchalantly, "Sorry, I slipped just now. Little Martial Uncle, are you alright?"

Su Tang scoffed, unwilling to speak any further.

Mo Qinglan's arms were strong, and he carried her without any sign of strain. Of course, this was only true when she cooperated. The scare he’d just given her had made her want to hit him.

"Put me down."

Earlier, with so many people around, she didn't want to embarrass him. But now, with no one else nearby, there was no need to continue indulging him.

Mo Qinglan asked, "Am I holding you uncomfortably?"

Su Tang's face darkened. "I'm not unwell! So, put me down now."

Mo Qinglan hesitated for a moment, then obediently set her down.

Fairy Chuyue was renowned throughout the world. Although she couldn't use her spiritual energy now, she possessed numerous magical artifacts. If she wished, crushing someone would still be no problem. Mo Qinglan didn't want to expose his identity. If he did, he wouldn't be able to stay at the Heavenly Sword Sect, let alone by her side.

"Little Martial Uncle, can I ask you something?" he said. Seeing Su Tang nod, he continued, "Earlier in the hall, Feng and Li both said that the Mo family had demonic blood. Do you believe them?"

Su Tang looked up at him. "In this world, existence is justification. Even the Heavenly Dao cannot erase the Demonic Path, which means it still has a reason to exist."

Mo Qinglan's heart pounded. Righteous cultivators, when speaking of the Demonic Path, would only shout about killing and slaying, as if their existence was the greatest evil. But Little Martial Uncle was different. She actually said existence is justification.

"What about you? What would you do?"

Su Tang replied, "Little Martial Nephew, there is something even more terrifying than the Demonic Path, and that is the human heart. Feng and Li are supposedly righteous cultivators, but did they act justly? No, they massacred the entire Mo family for their own selfish desires, and even today, they attempted to drag half of the cultivation world down with them. So, since the Mo family hasn't caused any trouble, why should I interfere?"

Mo Qinglan's eyes lit up. "Then why did you kill the Demon Lord before? He was also a demonic cultivator."

Su Tang paused, looking at him with an indescribable expression. "Little Martial Nephew, are you feverish? The previous Demon Lord was a scoundrel who deserved to die. Killing him was an act of justice."

Mo Qinglan was overjoyed, completely forgetting that he had sworn a few days ago to stay away from Little Martial Uncle. He couldn't be disloyal and unrighteous. He had failed to protect Little Clown, so how could he be qualified to approach anyone else?

But, his Little Martial Uncle was truly too good, so good that he couldn't bear to forget her, couldn't bear to let her go.

"Little Martial Uncle, you're so good." He inadvertently spoke his mind.

Su Tang sighed. Ever since she expressed her views on the Demonic Path, this guy's eyes had been a bit strange, looking foolish, not at all reflecting his high blackening value.

Thinking of the blackening value, Su Tang suddenly remembered something. Mo Qinglan approached Chuyue for the Nine Heavenly Sword Techniques. Previously, she hadn't found the right opportunity to teach him, but today was a good chance.

"Little Martial Nephew, do you want to learn the Nine Heavenly Sword Techniques?"

Each peak master of the Heavenly Sword Sect had their own unique sword techniques, but none could compare to the Nine Heavenly Sword Techniques. It was extremely difficult to learn, although originally everyone could learn it. However, by Chuyue's generation, she was the only one who had truly mastered it.

So gradually, when people spoke of the Nine Heavenly Sword Techniques, they thought of Chuyue.

"Little Martial Uncle, are you going to teach me?"

Su Tang said, "I want to teach you, but I'm not sure if you can learn it." She sighed. "I don't know when this injury will heal. If something like today happens again, I don't know if I can escape unscathed. So I thought, if any of you learn it, you can protect me next time."

When Mo Qinglan heard the last part, especially the word "protect," he immediately nodded vigorously. "Don't worry, Little Martial Uncle, with me here, I won't let anything happen to you."

Su Tang said, "The Qishan Sect will probably be very busy recently. After we return to the sect, I'll teach you."

Mo Qinglan was overjoyed. This way, he would have more opportunities to be with Little Martial Uncle.

But his happiness was short-lived. He heard Su Tang continue, "Teaching one is the same as teaching a group. After we return, you can ask your fellow disciples if they want to learn. They can come together."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Mo Qinglan's face froze.

Su Tang asked, "Do you have any objections, Little Martial Nephew?"

Mo Qinglan smiled. "Of course not. I'm just worried about tiring you, Little Martial Uncle."

Su Tang said, "It's fine. I have nothing to do anyway. This will be a good way to pass the time."

Since she had put it this way, Mo Qinglan could only smile and accept it.

On the way back, they were still on the same spirit boat. After the Qishan Sect incident, Su Tang's prestige was even higher, and the disciples were more respectful towards her. Of course, they still played when it was time to play, such as drinking. Su Tang, remembering her previous prohibition on alcohol, brought out her own collection before they left.

"Hey, Little Martial Uncle didn't let you drink at the Qishan Sect, but today, while we're still on our way back to the sect, let's drink to our hearts' content!"

The disciples cheered.

"Ahhh, Little Martial Uncle is the best!"

"How can there be such a wonderful Little Martial Uncle in this world? Wuwuwu, Little Martial Uncle, I love you!"

"Little Martial Uncle, want to play rock-paper-scissors? The loser offers themselves as a gift?"

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