Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Only when one was near the back of the mountain could one feel the fiery light that filled the sky. The hot stream rushed straight to the clouds, and the blazing flames licked away the last bit of moisture in the air, causing a scorching heat to hit one’s face.

Large swaths of the grayish-blue Crafty Butterfly Orchid rapidly withered within the raging flames. Their leaves quickly curled up, and their moisture was controlled. They turned into dried and withered branches, and were then swept away by the hot wind, turning into a pile of ash.

Mysterious profound energy fluctuations floated in the sky, and light figures rose and fell, graceful and varied, just like the strange aurora borealis.

But compared to the magnificent waves of the aurora borealis, the color of the Crafty Butterfly Orchid’s profound energy was even more strange. Light gray and dark black interweaved, inky blue and pale white interweaved, forming strange and distorted patterns on the vast night sky.

It was as if a wild beast had been tortured to death, and its soul was filled with hatred and evil thoughts that were difficult to express.

When he finally arrived at the foot of the mountain, Xie Ziyou was secretly speechless as he gazed at the fiery shadows that filled the entire mountain.

He put his palms together, and a faint blue whirlpool floated in the center of his palms. Icy-Blue icicles appeared in response to the summons, and his white dress fluttered in the heat wave, turning it into a gorgeous red color under the reflection of the fiery light.

The icicles suspended in the air slowly melted, turning into sparkling and translucent water droplets. Although the water droplets were small, they seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. They were slowly carried by the profound energy, and scattered to every corner of the mountain slope.

Like the sudden arrival of spring rain, the water droplets carried a strong gust of wind as they pierced through the sky, forming dark and gloomy clouds in the inky night sky. With the icicles as a guide, the sky really did start to drizzle. The rain grew heavier, and it poured down in torrents.

The fierce fire was finally contained, and it was slowly extinguished.

But Xie Ziyou did not have the ability to bring the dead back to life, to revive the withered grass, so the Sly Butterfly Orchid, who had already been burned to ashes, could not be saved.

Guan Heng followed closely behind Xie Ziyou, leaning over and whispering in his ear, “This fire is man-made.”

No matter how fierce a mountain fire was, it was impossible for it to burn down an entire mountain slope in just a short amount of time.

Looking at the way the flames were spreading, it must have been ignited in many directions. Sparks spread and converged, and only then did they form an oppressive wave of fire.

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly, and nodded.

Just at this time, a strange voice came from behind them. “Junior Brother, you’re neglecting your duties.”

The two suddenly turned around.

The fire gradually died down, and the bright light between heaven and earth gradually faded. Darkness returned, and Guan Heng could only make out the tall outline of the person, but he could not make out the face.

But just from the gloating tone, it was clear that the person who had come was no good — it had to be Wu Cong.

Guan Heng laughed coldly in his heart, and said faintly, “Senior Brother, you came at the right time.”

“Eh, no, no.”

The youth slowly walked closer, his face gradually becoming clear. His brows were still handsome, but the darkness was shrouded in a layer of shadow, and the strange light behind him made his slender brows appear sinister and strange.

“Ah, Junior Brother, I really didn’t expect you to burn all the Sly Butterfly Orchid!”

Wu Cong sighed, clasping his hands. His throat was raised, and he sighed. “If you don’t have a thousand plants, you can tell me! Senior Brother, are you really going to let the Law Hall punish you? ”

“Senior Brother was just spurring you on, and I hope you do better. You, on the other hand, set fire to the back of the mountain in order to complete the mission. Senior Brother’s heart hurts. ”

“I told you long ago that Master had raised these spirit plants for ten years, and that he wanted to use them for cultivation. Now that you’ve burned them all, how are you going to explain it to Master? ”

These words were so shameless that even Xie Ziyou was dumbfounded and in disbelief.

Was there such a shameless person in the world?

Guan Heng was so angry that he laughed. He pointed at the ashes that filled the mountain and said in a clear voice, “Senior Brother, do you have any proof that I burned these spirit plants?”

Wu Cong raised his right hand and beckoned behind him.

Immediately, someone dashed over and stood behind Wu Cong. He saluted Xie Ziyou and said in a low voice, “I’m the person in charge of the Law Hall, Lu Renjia.”

“An hour ago, I saw sparks at the foot of the mountain. This kid happened to rush down from the mountain and brushed past me.”

Lu Renjia raised his head and pointed his index finger straight at Guan Heng. His eyes widened slightly, and he said angrily, “I saw him moving furtively and chasing after me. I didn’t expect this guy to run faster than a rabbit!”

“I couldn’t keep up with my legs … and he escaped.”

Wu Cong waved his hand.

Lu Renjia obediently shut his mouth and took a few steps back to stand behind him.

The youth was smug, and the corners of his mouth rose. “This is a witness.”

“Junior Brother, what else do you have to say?”

Guan Heng snorted coldly, his gaze as sharp as a blade as he stared intently at Lu Renjia.

His thoughts raced, and the youth quickly figured out the crux of the matter. Wu Cong’s influence in the academy was enormous. His actions over the past few days must have been seen by him. You You’s help in collecting Crafty Butterfly Orchids wasn’t a secret either. A thousand spirit plants weren’t enough to stump him.

If the first plan didn’t work, the youth would come up with another one. He’d set the mountain on fire and make a false accusation.

As for the witness, it was pure nonsense.

An hour ago, he was still holed up in his humble little courtyard, quietly waiting for You You to walk into a trap. How could he have the time to do Crafty Butterfly Orchids?

“Senior Brother,” the youth said softly, each word exuding a sharp, blade-like pressure. He said word by word, “I haven’t left the house for the entire day, and I haven’t even been to the back of the mountain.”

Wu Cong also laughed coldly. “Can anyone prove it?”

“Why should I prove it to you?”

Guan Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes. After thinking for a moment, the youth deliberately sighed and shook his head.

“Senior Brother, if you don’t like me, we can just have a fight and have a good time. Why go through so many twists and turns behind my back?”

“Do you know who likes to play dirty?”

The youth put his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. His voice pierced straight into Wu Cong’s eardrums like needles.

“Weaklings.”

The wind carried thick moisture, blending with the burnt smell of the withered grass, creating an even more suffocating odor.

Wu Cong’s eyes widened, and visible blood streaks appeared at the corners of his eyes. The humiliation he suffered at the Luo Ridge once again assaulted his mind, and his entire body began to ache faintly. The more the youth in front of him was, the more he wished he could eat his flesh alive!

“You, you …”

“What did I do wrong?” Guan Heng’s voice was stern as he said bluntly, “Senior Brother, you’re making things difficult for me. In the end, it’s because you can’t beat me — it’s hurting your pride, isn’t it?”

Wu Cong: “…”

The youth’s vision turned black, and a foul smell suddenly rushed to his chest, blocking his throat. His lips trembled, but he couldn’t utter a word.

“Senior Brother, don’t be angry.”

Guan Heng chuckled softly and pretended to be apologetic. “I don’t have a good background, and I don’t know how to be polite.

“But there are benefits to being honest. Some people just can’t be treated well. The more you talk to them, the more arrogant and domineering they become. Ah, Senior Brother, I’m sorry, I’m not targeting you. I’m talking about some people.”

Wu Cong glared at him fiercely, panting heavily, his lips turning purple.

Guan Heng’s voice was clear and smooth, like the spring rain hitting a rock. “As for the issue of pride, we can sit down and talk. As for the matter of arson, we can have a good talk, and we can also have a good fight. As for this witness — ”

The youth’s arm was straight and pointed at Lu Renjia, but his gaze remained on Wu Cong’s purplish face. He smiled faintly.

“What a clumsy trick, what a perfunctory testimony.”

“If we really act in front of Master and disturb his secluded cultivation, Senior Brother, don’t you think it’s funny?”

The hot wind blew against his face, and the thick water vapor accumulated in the wind, making it hard for him to breathe.

Wu Cong glared at him fiercely for a long time. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words in a hoarse voice.

“I have someone to testify to.”

The youth’s dry throat seemed to have been burned by the mountain fire, and he bit out the words fiercely, ear-piercing and ferocious.

“What about you? You said you’ve never left the house. Someone to testify to? ”

“I can testify to that.”

A crisp and cold voice suddenly rang out, like the swaying of a wind chime, and a meteor striking a rock.

Xie Ziyou took a small step forward, and his dark blue profound energy shrouded his entire body like a thin veil of flowing smoke. His skin was like coagulation, and his aura was like a serene orchid. His eyes were even clearer and more agile than the snow and ice on the Thousand Foot Mountain Peak. His eyes were suffused with an icy blue luster, but the ends of his eyes were glistening on the ground, and the ends of his eyes were dyed red.

His dark red lips were tightly pursed, and his cheeks were half flushed with drunkenness. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a smile in them.

Although his master had tried his best to suppress that smile, it still rose like a flame, jumping up and down his eyebrows, and he was in high spirits.

Xie Ziyou had used all his strength to hold back his laughter.

Wu Cong’s expression at the moment was too amusing. Xie Ziyou couldn’t help but complain to the System in his mind, “It feels so good to be with the main character.”

Ever since Xie Ziyou was caught red-handed by the waiting Guan Heng, the System had been taciturn, quietly playing the role of a backdrop.

Now, it was still displaying the beautiful virtue of assisting in love. It only smiled and didn’t say anything, leaving the field to the group of young people.

But Wu Cong’s beautiful virtue, which was rooted in his soul, clearly didn’t include “being rational in the face of a lover who speaks up for his rival in love.” Seeing Xie Ziyou step forward, his eyes still looking affectionately at Guan Heng, the youth’s mind exploded on the spot, and sparks flew in front of his eyes.

“Junior Sister,” the youth said in disbelief, his face pale. “How, how can you speak up for that kid?”

“I’m the person involved.”

Xie Ziyou answered righteously.

The mountain fire burned away the ashes that filled the mountain and ignited a pool of alcohol in his heart.

The dancing flames licked the softest corners of the youth’s heart. The surging impulse turned red and steamed onto his cheeks. The moonlight was too beautiful, the wind was too gentle, and the adrenaline rush was too stimulating. Xie Ziyou completely let go of himself.

In front of Wu Cong, he boldly took Guan Heng’s hand and said bluntly, “I know he hasn’t left the house today. I’m here as well. I can testify for him.”

A thunderclap on a clear day.

Wu Cong nearly collapsed. “Junior Sister, what are you doing at his place?!”

“Why do you care about me?” Xie Ziyou blinked his innocent peach blossom eyes and said matter-of-factly, “We’re in love. He’s my fiancé. We can do whatever we want — why do you care?”

We’re in love.

He’s my fiancé.

We’re in love …

The Nightmare Triple Strike, with the speed of a thunderbolt, carried an impact more powerful than a rocket, instantly shattered Wu Cong’s precarious outlook on life … and love.