Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 350 Betraying One's Master and Ancestor (4)

Gu Yao never imagined that his reunion with the Hehuan Sect Master would be such an awkward situation.

He stood on the treetop, unsure whether to go up or down.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman under the tree, with her flowing black hair, flawless skin, and a red dress trimmed with gold, she still looked like a young girl.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes gleamed with a playful light, and her words were tinged with teasing, "Immortal Lord Gu, you certainly have a refined taste."

Gu Yao touched the tip of his nose, feeling a little embarrassed by the address, unable to tell whether the person was sincere or not.

Looking at the three-meter-tall tree, Gu Yao pondered whether his frail body could survive if he jumped down.

He readily yielded, cupping his hands in greeting to Huan Yan, "I am now in a dilemma, I will trouble Sect Master Huan."

Huan Yan was taken aback. She stared at Gu Yao for a long time before confirming that he was not joking. Suddenly, a light shone in her eyes. "Hahahaha, Gu Yao, you look much more interesting now than before."

Gu Yao sat on a tree branch, looking at the girl who was laughing so hard she could barely stand up straight with some confusion. He searched through the original owner's memories but couldn't find any recollections of how they met.

"Sect Master Huan, do you know me?"

The girl straightened up, as if she had thought of something, her dark eyes fixed on the person on the tree branch, her gaze somewhat distant.

Gu Yao looked at her from a distance, but remained silent for a moment.

What's with that expression when looking at an old friend?

He doesn't remember the original owner having any romantic entanglements.

With that mouth of his, how could any girl possibly like him?!

Huan Yan looked at Gu Yao, her fingers, painted with nail polish, gently pressed against her lips, her peach blossom eyes sparkling. "Shh, it's a secret. I won't hold it against you since you're so weak right now."

Huan Yan lightly touched the ground with her toes, grabbed Gu Yao by the back of his collar, and pulled him down.

In that instant, Gu Yao felt as if he had seen his great-grandmother.

However, one thing is certain: this is probably not a romantic entanglement.

When it finally came to fruition, Gu Yao staggered two steps before managing to steady himself.

Huan Yan looked somewhat disgusted and reached out to pat Gu Yao on the back, almost knocking him off his feet.

"Tsk, you're really weak right now. You shouldn't even think about leaving. At least here, no one will dare to bully you. Heal your injuries before you go."

The girl crossed her arms and looked smug.

Gu Yao sensed that the person meant no harm, smiled gratefully, and bowed, saying, "Thank you very much."

Huan Yan smiled, her peach blossom eyes scanning the person in front of her from head to toe. She couldn't help but lick her lips, and with her slender white fingertips, she lifted the person's chin and leaned closer. "Little beauty, why don't you give in to me?"

Gu Yao couldn't help but take a step back, her voice, though suppressed, carried an unspeakable coquettishness, as if her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of affection for everyone she looked at.

Yet they are all heartless.

Gu Yao smiled, his gaze calm and unmoved. "Sect Leader Huan is joking. You don't like me."

The girl clicked her tongue softly, took light steps, and stepped barefoot on the falling peach blossoms, light and beautiful.

"This is so boring. You're not that old, but you're just as dull as those old monsters. It's not fun to tease you at all."

Just as Huan Yan was about to say something, a fairy butterfly fluttered over, carrying a pale golden light and scattering starlight.

Gu Yao glanced at it with great interest.

Tsk, a communication butterfly.

It's quite romantic. In the cultivation world, people who usually use this kind of thing to send messages are usually cultivation partners or lovers.

The golden butterfly landed on the girl's fingertip and turned into a speck of light.

Gu Yao watched as the expression on that charming face changed repeatedly, and his mischievous urge to gossip resurfaced. "Oh, whose voice transmission is this?"

It can transmit spiritual energy and change its form at will.

Cultivators generally choose things with simple transformation forms, as they are simple and efficient.

Such dreamlike and lifelike disposable items are perfect for cultivators who value efficiency.

It's practically useless...

Besides being good-looking, he's utterly useless. Hearing this, Huan Yan glared fiercely at the gloating person, gritted her teeth, clenched her fist, and gave a "kind" smile. "Gu Yao, if you say one more word, I really wouldn't mind taking you as my 137th male concubine."

Gu Yao chuckled twice and waved his hand, "That won't be necessary. Sect Master Huan is of such extraordinary talent that Gu Yao is not worthy of him."

Looking at the person who could bend and stretch, Huan Yan snorted lightly, glanced at the bright red nail polish on her hand, and gave it a sidelong look, "You know what's good for you."

"You should stay in this courtyard and recuperate during this time, Gu, Immortal Lord."

With a light touch of her toes, the girl gracefully departed.

Gu Yao watched the girl's departing figure and fell into deep thought.

Chatting with this person is really a comfortable experience.

Who could be it that feels so familiar?

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, Huanyan?