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

Mo Qinglan originally intended to seep into her life little by little, letting her get used to him, accept him, and finally become inseparable from him. However, these past few days, despite trying to restrain himself, he couldn't quite manage it, revealing his true intentions.

His Little Martial Aunt was so adorable, he didn't even want to be human anymore.

For example, right now, even though she had already discerned his motives, she merely glared at him and told him to scram. She was Celestial Fairy Chuyue of the Heavenly Sword Sect; if she wanted, she could easily make it impossible for him to remain in the sect, or even in the cultivation world.

But she didn't.

"Alright, I'll listen to Little Martial Aunt."

Su Tang glared at him. Honestly, his words weren't very credible, but at the moment, she couldn't find any other solution.

From that day on, Su Tang didn't order him to do anything. If she wanted tea, she brewed it herself. If she wanted to wear certain clothes, she fetched them herself. Even her room was off-limits to him without her permission.

They coexisted peacefully like this for several days, until the spirit boat stopped, and they finally spoke to each other.

Mo Qinglan asked, "Is the True Dragon's trace here?"

Su Tang replied, "According to Master's handwritten notes, it should be in this area."

Ancient trees surrounded the area, densely packed, not even allowing sunlight to penetrate. Twisted roots covered the ground underfoot, making it difficult to find even a slightly level path.

She looked around. Fortunately, she had the system's guidance, so she didn't take any unnecessary detours.

The system instructed, "Three o'clock direction, one kilometer ahead. There's a subterranean river there. Follow it eastward, and you'll eventually reach a waterfall. There's a barrier inside the waterfall, and the True Dragon is within. However, finding him doesn't mean he'll be willing to come out. You have to attract his attention."

Following the system's directions, although the destination seemed close, relying on her own two legs, she walked for an entire day without encountering any waterfall.

Su Tang's body couldn't circulate spiritual energy efficiently, and after a day's walk, her face was pale.

"Little Martial Aunt, are you alright?" Mo Qinglan's brows furrowed, looking quite worried.

Su Tang shook her head, too tired to speak, and casually found a spot to sit on the ground. She opened her water bottle and gulped down half of it, finally feeling somewhat revived.

Seeing this, Mo Qinglan silently handed her some food.

Although Chuyue's cultivation was impressive, she was ultimately seriously injured. At this moment, what could replenish her strength the most wasn't some magical elixir, but the most ordinary food.

"Thank you." Su Tang uncharacteristically accepted the food.

As dusk approached, the already dim forest grew darker. The endless darkness seemed to conceal something stirring.

Mo Qinglan had already drawn his sword, while Su Tang calmly took out a night-pearl.

She glanced at a nearby spot and discovered it wasn't some terrifying creature, but a small, snow-white rabbit, currently standing on its hind legs, looking at her curiously.

Su Tang was delighted. "Oh, it's a little white rabbit!"

Mo Qinglan stared at the little rabbit. He wasn't interested in these weak animals, but many female disciples in the sect liked such small creatures. Although Little Martial Aunt was of high seniority, she was still a girl.

Just as he was thinking of catching the rabbit to give to her, Su Tang was a step faster.

Su Tang couldn't use martial arts, but catching a rabbit was still simple. Holding it by its ears, she asked Mo Qinglan in a cheerful mood, "Little Martial Nephew, do you have any seasonings?"

Mo Qinglan nodded. He remembered that Little Martial Aunt loved good food and enjoyed searching for delicacies whenever she went out. So, after returning to the sect, he would often look for seasonings, thinking that perhaps one day, he would use these seasonings to cook a delicious meal for Little Martial Aunt.

However, now, he had the seasonings and the ingredients, but he hadn't learned how to cook.

Su Tang didn't know what he was struggling with and deftly took out a dagger, starting to process the rabbit.

If anyone knowledgeable were present, they would surely scream. The legendary Prajna Dagger, capable of suppressing all ghosts, was now being used to butcher a rabbit. Did the Buddhist Sect know about this? Did Buddha know?

However, the only knowledgeable person present merely glanced at it indifferently.

"Little Martial Aunt can cook?"

Su Tang replied, "I know a little."

When she was pretending to be a grotesque monster, she resented this guy. He had a bad temper and a poor attitude, so she didn't bother making delicious food. It was either too salty or too bland. At first, he was quite picky and even kicked the food over several times.

Su Tang also had a fiery temper. If you're so good, do it yourself! she thought, Someone who can't even start a fire has no right to complain!

She vaguely remembered that as the mission was nearing completion, for the last meal she made, she deliberately added a lot of salt. Expecting an outburst, instead, this guy ate it all without changing his expression. His appearance at that time made Su Tang think her cooking skills had returned, until she tasted a bite herself and almost died from the saltiness.

After that, she took the Demon Lord's palm strike for him. Actually, whether she blocked it or not wouldn't have mattered. After all, according to the usual trope, even if she died, the protagonist would still be knocked off a cliff, obtain a secret manual, awaken his bloodline, and reach the peak of his life.

At that time, she was just afraid that this guy would look for her again. She was a fictional character; where would he find her? If her disguise was discovered, it would definitely cause more trouble.

But who could have imagined that even after she had planned her escape route, this guy still ended up turning dark!

To avoid revealing any flaws, Su Tang's current cooking skills were as impressive as her previous attempts were terrible. Soon, the aroma of meat filled the air.

The scent drifted far and wide, quickly attracting some more ingredients that practically delivered themselves to their doorstep.

Su Tang didn't hold back and said to Mo Qinglan, "Little Martial Nephew, what Martial Aunt eats tomorrow depends on what you hunt for me."

With Mo Qinglan around, no matter how many creatures came, none returned.

Su Tang roasted a rabbit, but the rabbit was too small, and there was only a little bit of meat. How could it be enough? So, she swiftly picked up the Prajna Dagger again and asked Mo Qinglan while working, "Little Martial Nephew, do you have any wine?"

She had left in a hurry, bringing only life-saving artifacts. The rest were packed by her senior brothers, and they certainly wouldn't have prepared wine for her.

In the darkness, Mo Qinglan's eyes dimmed. He used to get drunk even from sharing fruit wine with her. Since then, he had secretly started practicing his alcohol tolerance.

"Yes, what kind of wine would Little Martial Aunt like to drink?" As he spoke, he slashed a leopard's head off with his sword.

Blood splattered everywhere, but he didn't even blink.

Su Tang replied, "Hmm… let me see how much you have first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was shocked.

Hold on, she thought, did this guy empty out a whole wine cellar? How could he have so much wine? From light and sweet fruit wines to aged Daughter Red, he really had everything.

"I remember you couldn't really handle alcohol before."

Mo Qinglan wasn't just bad with alcohol before; he was clearly a lightweight.

"Yes, I just wanted to practice, thinking that in the future, I could drink with someone and not lose control of my sword."

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