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

Mo Qinglan's implication was crystal clear. Su Tang, upon hearing it, raised an eyebrow, surprisingly not shying away from the topic.

"Speaking of which, that fall nearly took out my Martial Uncle," she said, her tone slightly teasing. She intended to warn him not to push things too far. Her Martial Uncle was as fragile as porcelain now; one wrong move and he could breathe his last.

As expected, the jovial smile on Mo Qinglan's face faded. He remembered the first time she coughed up blood in front of him; the crimson blood terrified him. He had been decisive and ruthless for years, never fearing death, but now, recalling that long-forgotten fear made his blood run cold. He was no longer alone; he had his Martial Uncle, the one who had captured his heart, the one he yearned for and would obtain by any means necessary.

"It won't happen again," he said.

Su Tang acted as if she hadn't heard, busying herself with preparing the game. After placing the meat over the fire to roast, she began searching for wine.

"Would my Martial Nephew care for a drink?" she asked.

Mo Qinglan looked at her, the image of the "clown freak" resurfacing in his mind. However, compared to his previous panic, he was significantly calmer this time. He wouldn't forget the clown, but he wouldn't give her up either.

"Yes," he replied.

Su Tang hadn't intended to get him drunk. After all, he had proven quite resilient. But before she could reach for the fruit wine, he picked up a bottle of Zhuyeqing.

"Thirty-year-old Zhuyeqing. Would Martial Uncle care for some?"

Unwilling to show any weakness, Su Tang immediately replied, "Of course!"

They ate roasted meat, drank wine, and enjoyed the occasional evening breeze. Life couldn't be better. However, while she focused on the meat, Mo Qinglan's gaze was fixed on her. Under the warm glow of the night-pearl lamp, her skin appeared as white as snow, her expression languid and relaxed—a truly beautiful sight in the night.

This tranquil scene, however, was soon interrupted by a booming voice.

"Who dares to drink here?"

The System shrieked, "Kid, it's the True Dragon!"

Su Tang paused for only a second before figuring out how to find this True Dragon. Her previous senior brothers, eager to save lives, had focused on searching for him, but none had thought to lure him out. According to her master's notes, someone who could drink for three days and nights straight must have a fondness for alcohol.

"Chu Yue of the Heavenly Sword Sect," she announced.

"Mo Qinglan of the Heavenly Sword Sect," he added.

They both revealed their identities, recognizing the extraordinary aura of the tall man before them.

The True Dragon glanced at them and let out a strange laugh. "How interesting. One's a soul-snatcher, the other's a demon, yet both claim to be righteous. Has the righteous path fallen so far?"

Su Tang never imagined that the disguise she had so painstakingly cultivated would be seen through so easily!

"Damn it, System, get out here!" she roared internally. "You said I wouldn't be discovered!"

The System was also distressed. Ordinary cultivators wouldn't be able to tell, but the True Dragon was a divine dragon, a deity among the immortals! Who would have thought that in a cultivation world, where the protagonist usually only had a chance to ascend to godhood at the very end, so many unexpected things would happen?

"Well, you froze so much money that the body repair level is only B-grade. Cultivators on the continent can't see through it, but the True Dragon isn't a cultivator, he's a god. It takes A-grade to fool him."

Su Tang was speechless. She had originally planned to use her cheapskate Master to build some rapport, but now, she was more likely to be killed!

Compared to her panic, Mo Qinglan only showed a hint of surprise. He glanced sideways at Su Tang, who was trying to maintain her composure but whose eyes betrayed her, and couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. He knew very well that the soul-snatcher was the one he had met. If she were Chu Yue, with the entire Heavenly Sword Sect backing her, things would be troublesome. But a soul-snatcher? Keeping her by his side would be far too easy.

Su Tang numbly watched Mo Qinglan's increasingly unsettling gaze, wanting nothing more than to strangle that stingy System.

The True Dragon dropped this bombshell and, without giving them time to react, continued to gulp down wine from his jug. After half an incense stick's worth of time, having emptied two jars, he finally addressed the true owners of the wine. "Aren't you going to drink?"

Su Tang sat down in front of him, staring at him with a resigned expression. "Brother, can you do me a favor?" The disguise was gone, but her body still needed to be repaired.

The True Dragon smacked his lips and reached for the roasted meat, but Su Tang stopped him.

"I know you're the True Dragon. Since you can see through my identity, you should also be able to see my problem." She got straight to the point, which suited the True Dragon just fine. Over the years, many had sought him out, but aside from a few, most had greedy and insatiable eyes. Although this young woman was a soul-snatcher, she didn't seem to have any resentment, suggesting she hadn't obtained her body through harming others.

"The person in front of you is playing a dangerous game. Severed meridians, damaged core… this body is practically ruined," he observed, having assessed the situation. The young woman had likely taken over an unclaimed body, but her luck was terrible; the body was practically useless.

"Let's make a deal. I want to repair this body," Su Tang proposed.

The True Dragon stroked his chin. He knew what she wanted. True Dragons could repair bodies, but it depended on their mood. He wouldn't help just anyone.

Su Tang wasn't in a hurry. After stating her request, she added, "Would Your Excellency, the True Dragon, be willing to consider it?"

The True Dragon drank his wine and finally picked up a piece of roasted meat, unhindered this time. He loved wine, and he loved meat even more, but he hadn't had a decent meal in centuries. This long-awaited feast filled him with joy.

"It's not impossible. But you have to stay here for three years. Fine wine and delicious food, as long as I want to eat, you must provide."

For a cultivator, three years was but a blink of an eye. Su Tang didn't hesitate. "Agreed."

The True Dragon ate and drank, then, recalling that the name Heavenly Sword Sect sounded familiar, he asked about it.

Su Tang replied, "I found this place based on my Master's…" She paused, then corrected herself, "… based on the notes of the former Heavenly Sword Sect Master. He said he had the honor of meeting you and shared a three-day drinking spree with you before he left."

The True Dragon had remained in this place for years, and not many had shared a drink with him. A vague figure quickly emerged in his memory.

"I remember him. How is he doing?"

"He fell in the recent battle against the demonic path," Su Tang answered.

Upon hearing this, the True Dragon immediately turned his gaze to Mo Qinglan. "He shouldn't have fallen. There are infiltrators among you. Boy, your cultivation is impressive, but your bone age is young. Who's your father?"

Mo Qinglan genuinely didn't know. "I don't know."

The True Dragon narrowed his eyes. "The moment I saw you, your blood disgusted me." With that, he grabbed a piece of roasted meat and unceremoniously attacked him.

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