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

Mo Qinglan's hand trembled slightly around his sword. He knew she had been consumed by her inner demons, which was why she had uttered that parting phrase, "Take care of yourself." Even though they could never go back to the way things were, she still hadn't forgotten to care about him.

Yet, he had ruined everything.

He couldn't even bear to imagine what she must have felt, trapped within the formation as he slaughtered the Yun family.

He didn't even deserve her forgiveness.

When she was just the frail Yun Qingchu, she had secretly protected him in her own way. Later, when she became the powerful Chuyue, she shielded him from any criticism.

The events at Qishan Sect felt both recent and like a lifetime ago. It seemed he had… lost her forever.

Su Tang's body was weak, and she walked extremely slowly. Mo Qinglan followed from a distance, never approaching, seemingly content to be her silent guardian.

The system glanced at the male lead trailing behind them and asked softly, "Where are we going next?"

Su Tang replied, "That True Dragon has already reconnected all the meridians in its body. Besides being a bit old and weak, there aren't any other major problems. So, the most urgent task is to cultivate an inner core." Truthfully, she hadn't looked in a mirror yet. While she wasn't a stranger to aging, it had always been a gradual process, at least giving her time to adjust. Unlike this time, where one moment she was a young maiden, and the next, a sixty-year-old woman.

Tragic, utterly tragic.

Su Tang looked up at the setting sun and sighed.

She wouldn't be able to travel any further today and would have to camp out in the wilderness. Speaking of which, she was starting to feel hungry. She rubbed her stomach, and before she even began searching for food, several pheasants and fish fell from the sky.

She paused, then without hesitation, expertly prepared and cooked her dinner.

A while later, a delicious aroma filled the air.

The system inquired, "Aren't you going to invite the male lead to eat?"

Su Tang tore off a piece of pheasant meat, dipped it in her homemade sauce, and said slowly, "Yun Qingchu is a member of the Yun family. As the person who massacred her entire family, do you really think she can simply accept the male lead without any reservations just because she said she forgives him? My dear system, let me teach you a word: hypocrisy. Her rational mind forgives him because she has a sense of right and wrong. She knows that the Mo family's downfall was partly the Yun family's fault, and Mo Qinglan's actions were justifiable. But emotionally, they were her family. She can't forgive him on their behalf."

She sighed wistfully.

The system stuttered, "Then are you still going to complete this mission?"

Su Tang took a sip of water to moisten her throat. "Of course. After all, Yun Qingchu loves him. However, love doesn't guarantee a happy ending. They are destined to be apart."

She was referring to Yun Qingchu, not herself, Su Tang. To her, this was just a role. She would immerse herself in it, but she would never become the character.

The biggest taboo in completing missions was becoming the character. Once that happened, it was difficult to separate oneself. That was why the emotion dampener had been developed; they needed to maintain constant rationality.

With age, even a small meal could make one drowsy.

Su Tang took a tent from her storage pouch and calmly went to sleep, seemingly unfazed by her aged appearance.

The calmer she was, the more heartbroken Mo Qinglan felt.

She had said that her current days were stolen, not truly hers, so she could accept growing old and losing her beauty. But she was a young woman who cherished beauty.

Her entire life had been ruined by him.

Su Tang slept relatively soundly. The location was far from town, and it took her a whole month to finally emerge from the forest.

During this time, the system expressed its confusion. If she wasn't looking for someone, why not use a spirit boat?

Su Tang explained that a spirit boat was too conspicuous. If she encountered other cultivators, there would inevitably be greetings and formalities, and she didn't want her current appearance to become public knowledge.

She needed to keep a low profile now.

"By the way, how is the investigation into the Qishan Sect incident going?"

The system replied, "It was the Demon God."

Su Tang was shocked. "Isn't he long dead?"

The system clarified, "To be precise, he didn't completely die. A fragment of his soul remained. From the very beginning of these incidents, his shadow has been lurking. However, he's very cunning. He orchestrated many things through the former Demon Lord, which is why we didn't detect him."

The demonic path was once divided into two factions, the Demon Lord and the Demon God. However, after a chaotic battle, both perished.

The Demon Lord was Mo Qinglan's father, while the Demon God had left a soul fragment behind. Even the Mo family's annihilation was due to his machinations, tricking the Yun family and other sects into joining forces. Otherwise, the Mo family wouldn't have fallen so easily.

Su Tang was utterly speechless. After a long while, she finally found her voice, "Do you know his whereabouts?"

The system answered, "He's in the town closest to you. He must have sensed the True Dragon's presence as well."

The Demon God was only a soul fragment. If a fight broke out, he would definitely not be Mo Qinglan's match.

This was truly effortless.

"Let's go meet him."

Su Tang found a wooden stick in the forest to use as a cane and slowly made her way to the town. The town rarely saw outsiders. Seeing Su Tang, many people were curious, but because of her age, most harbored no ill will. Instead, they wondered why an elderly woman was traveling alone.

Su Tang readily fabricated a story, "I'm looking for someone, looking for my… grandson!" Her expression turned sorrowful. "I didn't keep a close eye on him, and he was taken away."

A few words were enough for people to fill in the rest of the story.

"That's strange. You're the tenth outsider who's said their child was taken by kidnappers!"

"Oh dear, those cursed kidnappers deserve to go to hell! Stealing children, they're nothing but beasts!"

"Grandma, don't worry. Stay at my inn. I won't charge you. By the way, what does your grandson look like? Do you have a portrait? If so, we can all help you look for him."

Of course, Su Tang didn't have a portrait. So, she pretended to feel around in her small bag and then exclaimed in panic, "My grandson's portrait is gone!"

Seeing this, the crowd felt even more sympathetic. At her age, she should be enjoying her twilight years.

"Don't worry, Grandma. Describe him to me, and I'll draw him."

Su Tang thought for a moment and then asked the scholar at the stall for paper and brush.

The scholar, seeing her practiced grip on the brush, obliged.

Soon, the townspeople gasped.

"Wow, what a handsome grandson!"

"Oh my, if he were mine, so handsome, I'd be frantic if he went missing."

"Don't worry, Grandma. If we see him, we'll definitely let you know."

…

The grandson in the portrait was Mo Qinglan as a child. He was hiding nearby, watching the drawing, his face tense, his thoughts unknown.

After thanking the kind townspeople, Su Tang asked the system, "System, are the missing children still in town?"

"They are, but you need to act quickly. Tonight at midnight is the time of the demonic ritual."

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