Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

The bright moon was in the sky, the stars were bright, the silver river was like silk floating in the air, giving off a soft and silky texture like a clear spring in the boundless night sky.

Xie Heng was frightened by his own quick thought. Even though his first reaction was “how is this possible”, but as the night deepened, the youth began to toss and turn, his mood becoming restless.

The muffled breath and strange throbbing feeling lingered in his heart. The remote town was silent at night, the slightly hurried heartbeat became even more obvious. “Plop plop plop”, it continued to echo in the youth’s ears, like an echo lingering in his soul.

He sat in the courtyard, taking in the cold wind. At first, he subconsciously circled around the walls of the courtyard. Later, he was dissatisfied with his cramped state, his slender palm lightly pushed against the fence, his toes stepped over the uneven stone walls, his entire person was like a swift swallow, leaping up to the roof.

The wind on the roof was indeed stronger. The chilly spring breeze blew in, the bright starlight sprinkled down. After sitting quietly for a while, Xie Heng’s mood finally calmed down.

“Thank you, Big Brother!”

Xu Wan ‘er’s slightly sleepy call came from inside the house. Following that, the window was pushed open. The young girl rubbed her eyes and yawned. She raised her head and yelled at Xie Heng who was on the roof: “Big Brother Xie, rest early. We still have to go through the examination tomorrow!”

Xie Heng was just about to reply “Okay”.

In that instant, a feeling of dizziness suddenly came, like a rapid wave, spreading over the body of the youth inch by inch, pulling him into a strange world of double shadows.

Xie Heng’s body swayed slightly. He hurriedly sat down cross-legged on the roof, his palms gripping the roof.

This time, the double shadow was stable and pure. It was a black dome, with traces of exquisite carvings faintly visible.

As Xie Heng was puzzled, a familiar male voice suddenly came to his ears.

“How long more will it take for You ‘er’s body to be transformed into the seven orifices?”

The voice was thick and low, but it was like the sound of a yellow bell being destroyed or the thunder of a cauldron. When it entered Xie Heng’s ears, his pupils constricted and he gritted his teeth.

It was Xie Yu Shen, his good father!

Immediately after, a sweet female voice came. It was slightly flustered and the tone was also flustered. Xie Heng held his breath and concentrated. He could vaguely hear the words “Lower your voice”.

He was also very familiar with that voice.

It was his good aunt, Xie Ziyou’s birth mother, Wang Yun!

With a “kacha” sound, a tile on the roof was crushed by Xie Heng’s anger. The broken stones rolled down and bounced off the rising eaves before falling downwards.

Xie Heng closed his eyes deeply and gritted his teeth.

The scene from a few days ago appeared before his eyes again. That was the darkest day of Xie Heng’s life. He was poisoned and his hands and feet were powerless. He watched helplessly as the usually gentle aunt laughed and raised her knife. The tip of the knife sank into his chest. The pain of digging into his bones caused his nerves and veins to tremble until they spasmed.

In his blurred vision, his father, Xie Yushen, stood not too far away with his hands clasped behind his back, watching coldly from the sidelines.

The voice was still ringing in his ears. The male voice said impatiently, “Didn’t you send him away? No need to think too much. I’ve set up a barrier. Even if You ‘er returns midway, he’ll only be stopped outside the door. ”

Wang Yun let out a low laugh. With Xie Yushen’s assurance, her voice also brightened up. She said frankly, “Based on normal calculations, it will take at least five years for You ‘er to open his seventh orifice. But as long as the old master sets up a spirit refining formation in his bedroom and nourishes him with spirit herbs, it won’t be a problem to shorten his time by two to three years. ”

Xie Heng’s heart trembled.

Seventh orifice?

On the roof, the youth covered his ears tightly, his brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought.

There were nine major orifices in the human body, known as the Nine Exquisite Orifices. Those who had opened the orifices would be able to condense spirit energy faster, and they would be more compatible with the essence of heaven and earth. Their spirit energy would also be milder, making them easier to control.

However, opening the orifices and cultivating talent were not the same thing. For example, Xie Heng’s sword energy was fierce, and he only had three Exquisite Orifices opened. However, this did not prevent him from being able to comprehend the world of cultivation.

Those who had opened more than seven Exquisite Orifices often had another name that was easier to understand — — Cauldrons.

The spirit energy they quickly condensed was of a milder nature, making it easier for others to plunder. Nurturing a cauldron with more than seven orifices could help a cultivator save nearly thirty percent of their time in cultivation.

However, the six orifices were easy to see, but the seven orifices were hard to come by. There was a huge divide between the six orifices and the seven orifices. After all, the matter of opening the orifices depended on one’s innate talent. Those who were born with six orifices were only one in ten thousand, while those who were above the seven orifices were only one in a hundred million.

Xie Yushen and Wang Yun actually wanted to risk the world’s wrath and transform a person into seven orifices?

How was that possible?!

As if he could hear Xie Heng’s doubts from afar, Xie Yushen smiled and said, “Two or three years? That’s good, that’s good. You ‘er’s talent is not bad. It’s all thanks to … that little bastard’s sword bones. ”

Under the starry sky, on the roof, Xie Heng was stunned.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. The chill was like vines, climbing up his back and seeping into his limbs and bones.

In the howling cold wind, Xie Heng couldn’t help but shiver. He thought to himself, it’s my sword bones?

Yes, Xie Yushen was a fellow who had been stuck at the seventh level for more than ten years, and Wang Yun, a woman, how could he have the ability to open up other people’s orifices?

Sword bones, sword bones, innately contained the sharpness of heaven and earth.

They had stuffed these bones into Xie Ziyou’s six orifices. Their tender care was fake, but they had secretly refined their own son into a cauldron!

But how could it be?

Xie Heng’s mind was in a mess. His heart trembled with fear as he thought, it was fine that he wasn’t liked by Wang Shi, but Xie Ziyou was Wang Yun’s own son!

Hundreds of li away, in a dark bedroom, a well-groomed woman leaned over and carefully buried the spirit stones that formed the formation into a corner of the room. She raised her head slightly, a sweet smile curving up at the corner of her mouth.

“You ‘er is a good child,” she said in a light voice, “To be able to help his father reach the peak of martial arts, it’s the child’s honor.”

Xie Yushen was clearly very relieved. He held Wang Yun’s bare shoulder, his rough fingers pinching the woman’s white shoulder a few times. He said in a low voice, “Don’t worry, if I break through, I will definitely not mistreat you.”

“It’s just a child, if you like it, there will be many more in the future.”

“This second concubine that the people of the fu have been calling you for for a long time, has really mistreated you. I will pass down the order. From today onwards, you will be the legitimate mistress of this Xie fu. ”

Joy filled Wang Yun’s face.

She was overjoyed. Her slender jade-like hands climbed onto Xie Yushen’s shoulder, tiptoed slightly, and offered him her bright red lips.

After a series of passionate kisses, Wang Yun nestled in Xie Yushen’s arms, her chest heaving up and down violently.

“I like You ‘er,” she said in a gentle voice, “but I like Master even more. Everything I have belongs to Master. If Master wants to have a child, I will give birth to another six orifices. That sword bone … can also be taken out again … ”

The sound of the conversation behind them gradually grew blurry, mixing with the warm and affectionate gasps and kisses.

Xie Yushen put away the spirit spell seal, picked up the red-cheeked Wang Yun, and turned to leave.

After losing the environment of spiritual power, the white spirit bone on the roof beam dimmed and faded.

Xie Heng’s consciousness was also cut off. The youth sat dazedly on the roof. The cold wind was like a small knife blowing across his face. The mountains in the distance shrouded the dark and thick shadows.

Under the curtain of night, the small town was as quiet as death. Not far away, two orange lights were faintly lit. But in the boundless night, the light was too dim. Instead, it was like a flame trembling in the cold wind. The air was weak and almost extinguished.

Xie Heng couldn’t tell what he was feeling at the moment. The images in his mind were mixed. One moment, there was the blood-drenched hall, the blood that was as sticky as ink dripping through the cracks of the white marble. The next moment, there was the glimmering of water, the gentle candlelight, the youth’s slender ankles delicate and small.

So Xie Ziyou was also a victim.

So it wasn’t that he wanted to steal his sword bones. It was that this adulterous couple, for their own benefit, had cold-blooded and mercilessly sacrificed their two sons.

He had already woken up. Even though he was in pain, he had at least managed to keep his life.

But Xie Ziyou was still in the dark. In another two or three years, he might be imprisoned by that Xie Yu, who had a human face and a beast’s heart, as a furnace, and his cultivation would be stripped away … …

No, no!

He had to be saved. He had to see the true face of this adulterous couple, because, because … …

Xie Heng’s heart skipped a beat.

Because of what?

The question echoed in his mind. The youth suddenly froze.

After a moment, a horrifying thought suddenly surfaced in his mind. The words that had a great impact stung Xie Heng’s eyes. Xie Heng’s breathing quickened. The blush spread down his neck and onto his cheeks.

In front of his eyes, ripples of watery light continuously appeared, coinciding with the sun, moon, and stars in the sky. For a moment, he was anxious and didn’t know what to do.

… …

Because of this unexpected eavesdropping, even though the moon was high and the night was deep, Xie Heng’s heart was still heavy and he couldn’t sleep peacefully.

Desperately telling himself that there would be an audit tomorrow, Xie Heng forced himself to sleep.

But when he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep — —

In front of him, red silk hung high, candlelight continued to burn.

The bright halo of light fell on the endless light red gauze curtain, spreading out the red light and landing on the exquisite seven-colored glass screen.

In the middle of the screen was a painting of a blooming peony, graceful and beautiful, blooming like a brocade. The petals spread out layer by layer, half hidden and half spitting out a small piece of stamen, trembling as it stuck its head out. It was cute and adorable.

But looking at everything, the thing that people couldn’t move their eyes away from was still the youth in the middle of the curtain, his hands tied behind his back by the red silk, his entire body stained with the color of silk.

His black hair was like sandalwood, on the bed made of red silk, flowing like a stream of ink. It was even softer than good silk, the youth’s skin was as white as porcelain enamel, so white that it was eye-catching, making people … … unable to help but pinch it in their palms, carefully admiring it.

At the same time this thought flashed through his mind, a tall and slender man pressed forward and held the youth in his palm.

Lips and teeth intertwined, the red light reflected, the jade-like skin gradually dyed a beautiful light red.

Suppressed cries faintly came out, mixed with light gasps of comfort or pain. The youth’s beautiful peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, his fingertips tightly gripping the red silk, his feather-like eyelashes were stained with sparkling water drops, slowly being licked away by the man.

He bit the youth’s white ear and laughed, his voice was slightly hoarse: “Seven orifices body … … as expected.”

That voice was very familiar to Xie Heng.

Xie Heng’s heart trembled.

He suddenly stood up, the dream world spinning in an instant. In the flickering light and shadow, the youth caught a glimpse of the man’s face. It wasn’t Xie Yushen, it was … …

He himself.