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

After a shopping spree, a meal is naturally in order. Although with Su Tang and Mo Qinglan's cultivation levels, they didn't need to eat, it would be a shame to neglect the culinary delights of this world during their visit.

"Little Martial Nephew, can you handle spicy food?"

Mo Qinglan felt that his Little Martial Uncle was probably truly incompatible with him, but even so, he nodded without changing his expression. "Yes, I can."

Su Tang looked at him intently. "That's good. Come on, Martial Uncle will treat you to a meal."

Mo Qinglan couldn't handle spicy food, but he couldn't let it show. When the teapot was empty, he didn't ask the waiter to refill it, but instead started drinking the fruit wine Su Tang had ordered for him.

Su Tang was eating, sweat beading on her forehead. Looking up, she saw Mo Qinglan, his brow unfurrowed, yet drinking cup after cup of tea. Finally, presumably when the tea ran out, he started drinking her fruit wine without a change in expression.

"Is the wine good?"

The fruit wine was sweet, unlike the harshness of white wine. Mo Qinglan's tongue was numb from the spice, and the fruit wine provided a welcome relief. The spiciness subsided, and he felt a sense of calm. "Yes, it's good. Why don't I order another pot?"

Su Tang, seeing him stubbornly maintain his facade, nodded with a suppressed smile. "Alright."

Mo Qinglan was usually disciplined and rarely indulged in alcohol. Fruit wine wasn't strong, but it still had an effect, especially in such quantities. To accompany Su Tang in this Sichuan feast, he ended up drinking three pots by himself, and to hide his inability to handle spice, he even pretended to have a particular fondness for the fruit wine.

"I haven't had much experience with alcohol before, and I thought it was all spicy. I didn't expect fruit wine to be so sweet and mellow."

Su Tang was struggling to contain her laughter. This person was just too adorable.

"It is good. But Little Martial Nephew, be careful not to get drunk on your first time. Fruit wine may be sweet, but it's still alcohol."

Mo Qinglan dismissed her concern. "Don't worry, Little Martial Uncle, I know my limits."

Su Tang understood the meaning of "drunk flying" when they were about to return to Qi Mountain Sect.

The flight was incredibly bumpy, the sword weaving erratically. Fearing she might fall, Su Tang gripped his hand. "Little Martial Nephew, maybe we should go back to town. We can find an inn and stay the night, then return when you're sober."

With the wind roaring past his ears, Mo Qinglan couldn't hear her clearly. He vaguely heard her asking if he was alright.

How could a man say he wasn't alright? That would be an insult!

"Don't worry, Little Martial Uncle, I can do it."

Su Tang was on the verge of tears. If they fell and died, she would become the laughingstock of the entire cultivation world.

She could already imagine the headlines:

Shocking! Celestial Sword Sect's Fairy Chuyue Falls to Her Death Due to Drunk Flying!#

Cherish Life, Stay Away from Drunk Flying.#

Irresponsible Sword Riding Brings Tears to Loved Ones.#

Imagining these scenarios, Su Tang, disregarding the possibility of being struck down by the male lead's sword, wrapped her arms around his waist. "Little Martial Nephew, my dear boy, let's be good. You first… Aaaah! We're going to crash!"

Although Mo Qinglan appeared normal, his mind was a muddled mess. Suddenly being embraced around the waist, especially by his Little Martial Uncle, he froze. His already shaky sword control completely failed.

However, he remembered to shield her as they fell.

Qi Mountain had 3,681 steps. Falling from this height, Su Tang's mind was filled with only two thoughts:

It's over.

I'm going to die.

"System, quick…"

Before she could finish, the system calmly responded, "Don't worry, the male lead is protecting you. According to my simulations, you'll at most cough up some blood. Relax."

Su Tang couldn't relax. This body was too frail. While she wouldn't die, what if she became paralyzed?

Fortunately, although drunk, Mo Qinglan remembered to protect her, landing on his back to cushion the impact.

"Little Martial Uncle, are you alright?"

The fall jarred his internal organs, and he almost lost control of his expression, but Su Tang was his primary concern.

Due to the impact, Su Tang felt a surge of nausea and, as the system predicted, coughed up blood.

Mo Qinglan felt like he'd plunged into an icy abyss, his hands trembling with panic. "Little Martial Uncle, how are you?"

Su Tang couldn't stand up, lying limply on him in a rather undignified position. Mo Qinglan didn't notice; he was completely focused on the blood she'd coughed up.

"Help me up," Su Tang said weakly. "I can still be saved. I'm not dying yet."

Mo Qinglan, now sober and clear-headed, immediately took out a medicinal pill he carried with him. "Little Martial Uncle, this pill stops bleeding. Please take it."

Su Tang wanted to say that she felt better after coughing up the blood, but seeing his worried expression, she didn't argue, taking the pill and swallowing it. After taking the medicine, she looked at the dark surroundings and sighed. "Little Martial Nephew, I'll have to trouble you again."

"Just tell me what you need, Little Martial Uncle."

"When we fly again, please hold onto Martial Uncle. If we fall again, I really won't survive."

Mo Qinglan knew the incident was his fault and felt immense guilt. "Don't worry, Little Martial Uncle."

Su Tang sighed. "I can't help but worry. Promise Martial Uncle that we won't drink anymore."

This was truly a consequence of her own actions. If she hadn't wanted to tease him and taken him for Sichuan food, he wouldn't have drunk, and if he hadn't drunk, none of this would have happened.

She was filled with regret.

Mo Qinglan, though disheveled, held Su Tang's hand steadily. This time, there were no further mishaps. Upon returning to Qi Mountain Sect, Su Tang let go of his hand.

After resting for a while, she had recovered enough to walk on her own.

"Little Martial Nephew, it's late. You should go back and rest." She waved to him with her back turned, feigning nonchalance.

Mo Qinglan paused, his gaze lingering on her waist until she disappeared from sight.

He looked down at his hand, which had been scratched by branches during the fall. Yet, he felt no pain, his mind filled with the image of his Little Martial Uncle's waist.

So soft and slender…

The thought flashed through his mind, quickly dismissed.

What was he thinking? The Little Clown Monster had only been dead for a year. How could he forget her so quickly and start thinking about someone else?

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Mo Qinglan's eyes were devoid of emotion.

The next day, he woke up early to the sound of surprised gasps from the disciples in the courtyard.

He frowned and went outside to find his Little Martial Uncle already awake. The color had drained from her face, leaving her pale. Although she was smiling, she seemed like a fragile porcelain doll, as if she might shatter with the slightest touch.

"Little Martial Uncle!"

Su Tang languidly opened her eyes. Seeing him, her smile remained unchanged. "You're up. Are you feeling alright?"

Mo Qinglan replied, "I've caused you concern, Little Martial Uncle. I'm fine now."

Su Tang nodded in acknowledgment. A disciple nearby exclaimed, "Senior Brother, Little Martial Uncle said you encountered the Vice Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect yesterday?"

Su Tang: After falling down the highest peak, I have no dignity left!

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