The host and the protagonist had a happy ending again [Quick Transmigration]

Ghost Tomb Mountain was shrouded in dark mist and chilling winds.

The cries and screams, seemingly real yet illusory, were intertwined, heart-wrenching and devastating, piercing straight to the eardrums: demonic energy and resentment raged, rushing into the meridians through the wounded skin.

Pei Chenxi struggled to his feet, supporting himself with the Broken Water Sword. He gritted his teeth and took a few steps, but was struck to the ground by a surge of resentment, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

With too many wounds on his body, he could no longer tell where the blood was coming from. Pei Chenxi took out a Qi and Blood Pill from his Qiankun Bag and swallowed it. He was too exhausted to walk any further, so he tied Duan Shui to his body with his belt and crawled forward inch by inch.

He crawled two inches forward, only to be pushed back another inch by the resentment. His white clothes were already unrecognizable. He held on to his last breath and forced himself to move forward again.

He has to get out of here, he absolutely must get out of here, Master... Master is still waiting for him on Qing Shuang Peak.

A gust of cold wind carrying resentment struck Pei Chenxi's eyes, and his misty gray eyes instantly darkened.

Pei Chenxi hurriedly raised his hand, subconsciously grabbing at the air as if trying to grasp something, but only ended up with several wounds cut by the resentment.

...He can no longer see.

Another gust of cold wind, carrying resentment, swept in fiercely, seemingly about to shatter the stubborn man into pieces.

Pei Chenxi's eyelashes trembled; he couldn't avoid it... he hadn't seen his master yet.

The expected excruciating pain did not come. Instead, a white light flashed across his chest, and he was enveloped in warm spiritual energy. After a while, the gloomy wind dissipated, and Pei Chenxi reached out to grab it, the dissipating spiritual energy passing through his fingers.

Familiar, soothing—this is Master's spiritual power!

Pei Chenxi steadied himself. Despite the dire situation, a faint smile curved his lips—a mark left by his master.

He gritted his teeth and continued walking forward. He should go back to make soup for his master. He wanted to go back and let his master rub his head.

Ghost Tomb Mountain is perpetually shrouded in darkness, and it is unknown when, Pei Chenxi finally collapsed from exhaustion, falling into a semi-conscious state.

Master...

The only living person here had fallen unconscious. Only the resentment in Ghost Tomb Mountain witnessed him being enveloped in a cloud of mist and gently placed under a tree.

The system poked at the wisp of mist, quite intrigued: "Host, can you feel anything?"

Xu Ran detached himself from his body, kneaded his data into a cloud of mist, avoided the Heavenly Dao, and arrived at Ghost Tomb Mountain, where he came to Pei Chenxi's side.

Naturally sensing this, Xu Ran dispersed a little and said helplessly, "Stop fooling around."

Ghost Tomb Mountain was shrouded in mist, so he was not conspicuous among it.

Pei Chenxi had been unconscious for about two hours, and when he woke up, he could see again.

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He lowered his eyes, still here... He wanted to wake up from a dream and be on Qing Shuang Peak.

He would tell his master that he had a nightmare, and his master would grill fish to coax him.

The pain from my injuries has gone numb; the most intense pain now is in my meridians.

Magic and resentment filled the air, rushing towards his heart.

His mind was filled with piercing screams and vicious curses. He bit his lower lip until it bled, covering his pale lips.

He said, word by word: Master...it hurts so much...

Those misty gray eyes gathered moisture, but ultimately did not fall.

Something seemed to ignite in his blood, becoming hot and intense. His entire body began to burn from the inside out, and the bloodstains on his skin were burned away by the scalding temperature, a shocking sight.

It hurts... His veins are starting to crack from the heat... Blood keeps gushing out, and he's about to be evaporated.

He only felt the pain and didn't realize that a soft mist had enveloped him.

Xu Ran futilely stroked Pei Chenxi's blood-soaked body, "What should we do..."

Do other mission takers also encounter such helpless moments?

The system gritted its teeth and cursed, "Damn the Heavenly Dao."

"Wait a little longer... He's about to fall into demonic possession..."

Pei Chenxi tried to redirect that faint trace of spiritual power, but it was suppressed by the violent demonic power. Time and again, more and more blood flowed from his body...

The bloodline of the Heavenly Demon has awakened; there is no way out but to fall into demonic possession.

Pei Chenxi desperately suppressed the demonic energy, but his throat was already filled with the taste of blood.

"No...no..."

He didn't know what was happening, but he could roughly sense it. He could only let the demonic energy fill his meridians, or he would die.

Pei Chenxi's voice was low and hoarse as he murmured to himself, which Xu Ran could not hear very clearly, and the mist got even closer.

"No... I can't disappoint my master..."

If he falls into demonic possession, he can no longer be his master's disciple...

Things were getting out of control. The system tugged at its non-existent hair, panicking, "What do we do? What do we do? He refuses to fall into demonic ways; he'll die if we do this."

Seeing Pei Chenxi lose consciousness again, the system actually breathed a sigh of relief. It's better for him to be unconscious; this is truly inhuman torture.

The demonic energy tried to take over the body's meridians, but was blocked by the owner's subconscious.

Pei Chenxi's brows furrowed, and blood kept gushing from his fingertips.

...He had almost bled out of his body.

In a daze, a very familiar spiritual power slowly flowed into Pei Chenxi's meridians. Pei Chenxi was completely unprepared for the owner of the spiritual power and immediately opened his spiritual meridians.

With this spiritual power clearing the way, the demonic energy filling his body finally found no obstacle.

...He fell into demonic possession.

The fog thinned out a bit, almost dissipating.

A surge of golden spiritual energy flowed in, and the mist reassembled, remaining beside Pei Chenxi.

Xu Ran smiled, her voice weak: "Thank you."

The system didn't speak, only let out a soft sigh.

I just hope I never encounter a world like this again.

When Pei Chenxi woke up, the pain in his body slowly subsided, and he sensed the surging magical power within him, which made him almost panic.

What to do... what to do... those misty gray eyes were filled with fear. How could he face his master like this?

He stood up, gripped the Broken Water Sword tightly, and stumbled forward.

His legs gave way, and instead of collapsing onto the cold stones, he fell onto a cloud of mist, trembling all over: "Master... Master..."

He seemed to sense his master.

...There is no master.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth and ran out of that awful place without looking back.

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Xu Ran's data reconnected to his body, and he sighed, "I guess I won't be coming back?"

The little apprentice is so afraid of falling into demonic possession, he should be hiding and crying now.

The system said anxiously, "He still has to become the Demon Lord, what should we do?"

"The bloodline of the Heavenly Demon has entered the realm of the Demon Race." Xu Ran sighed.

"There's no other way, we'll just have to catch him later. Catching a powerful demon lord sounds much more impressive than catching a pitiful little disciple," Xu Ran said slowly.

The system tugged at his sleeve: "Host, you've changed. You weren't like this before."

What do you mean, arrest? Of course, the host wouldn't abandon Xiao Pei, nor would he harm her, but these words sound truly vile.

Xu Ran raised an eyebrow: "Really?"

Someone made a promise to him in the previous world...