[Quick Transmigration] The Stunning Villain Trains His Dog Online - Chapter 3

As a villain and a demon cultivator, Shen Zaixin found every tribulation exceptionally difficult under the deliberate suppression of the Heavenly Dao. With the Rebirth Lotus, breaking through the Tribulation stage would become much smoother.

As for ascension, he knew very well that the Heavenly Dao would never allow it, especially since the Heavenly Dao itself was flawed.

In the original timeline, it was the energy fluctuation of the villainous Demon Lord dying at the Mahayana stage that completed the Heavenly Dao, allowing the protagonist to ascend smoothly in the end.

However, how could he ever allow others to obtain what he could not? Training Xie Linfeng was merely the beginning.

In his mind, the system continued its sneering commentary: If you plan to make the protagonist fall in love with you using your usual methods, you had better give up early. Xie Linfeng was born in response to the will of the Heavenly Dao, and his destined fate is to kill you; it is utterly impossible for him to defy heaven’s will and fall in love with you.

Shen Zaixin interrupted its chatter coldly, “Shut up.”

152 did not take it to heart and was about to continue speaking when a powerful surge of mental energy suddenly flooded his mind, making it feel as though speaking even one more word would cause it to turn to ashes.

152: [.]

It suddenly understood how those previous systems had been destroyed by data erasure before it.

“Lord Demon Lord, why do I always feel that you are clearly looking at me, yet speaking as if you are talking to someone else?” Xiao Fang looked up at the person in the tree, a flash of probing in his gaze.

152: [!]

Once anyone perceived its existence, its consciousness would instantly be twisted into dust by the laws of the world!

Shen Zaixin cast an indifferent glance at him. “This seat recalls only drinking your blood, not messing with your brain. If you have come down with hysteria, go find a doctor in the mortal world yourself.”

With those words, he leaped down from the branches, startling a flurry of acacia blossoms to scatter across the trees.

Amidst his fluttering robes, pink petals brushed across his gorgeous brows and eyes, making his skin appear even whiter and purer than snow. Xiao Fang completely forgot what he had just asked, staring in a daze until he was utterly infatuated.

Shen Zaixin cast a sidelong glance at him and turned to walk in the direction Xie Linfeng had gone earlier.

152 was somewhat puzzled that Shen Zaixin would actually be kind enough to help conceal it.

Systems were mostly regarded by hosts as a form of support that provided assistance. Logically speaking, as long as Shen Zaixin completed tasks, he could earn points to exchange for various supernatural items. Yet ever since transmigrating into this plane, Shen Zaixin had only completed a single task in total, which was humiliating the male protagonist.

Moreover, Shen Zaixin was like a malignant tumor among systems. The human and the system were bound together against their will, mutually disgusted with each other.

So why did Shen Zaixin help it?

152 could not help blurting out, Why did the Host help conceal me?

Clearly, it had just been uttering sarcastic remarks.

Shen Zaixin’s gaze flickered slightly as he replied indifferently in his mind, “Because to me, you are very special.”

152 instantly grew defensive. Shen Zaixin had originally said that exact same line to Xiao Fang! This cunning man actually didn’t even spare a system!

As if knowing what 152 was thinking, Shen Zaixin let out a helpless sigh with an innocent look. “I said that to Xiao Fang because I coveted his fake congenital spiritual marrow. Is there anything on you worth me plotting against?”

152 pondered for a moment. The only valuable thing about it was the system store, yet Shen Zaixin couldn’t even be bothered to do tasks.

[No…]

“That settles it. Otherwise, the moment you spoke disrespectfully, a new system would have been arriving to replace you.”

Seeing 152 suddenly fall silent, Shen Zaixin said no more.

During their exchange, he had already arrived outside the side hall where Xie Linfeng lived.

Not far away, a tall and slender man was wielding a long sword, his movements sharp and decisive.

Shen Zaixin watched nonchalantly, suddenly recalling that in the original timeline, although Ning Wuchen never took Xie Linfeng as a disciple, he exclusively passed down his self-created Qingrong Sword Technique to him, establishing a master-disciple bond of sorts.

However, ever since Shen Zaixin arrived in this world, variables had been continuously increasing.

The Qingrong Sword Technique was no longer solely created by Ning Wuchen, but rather co-created by two people.

Shen Zaixin conjured a dark red long sword in his hand, suppressed his spiritual power, and attacked Xie Linfeng.

The sword technique he used was none other than Qingrong.

Xie Linfeng had never heard of the Demon Lord knowing how to use a sword, and at this moment, he could not help but marvel at the exquisite brilliance of the sword forms he wielded, which far surpassed the Xie family’s sword manual.

His long sword was batted away, and Xie Linfeng lowered his gaze to look at the dark red sword blade hovering right at his neck. He was just about to voice his admiration when he recalled what Xiao Fang had said earlier, causing him to put on a cold expression and remain silent.

This person treated him merely as a tool for cultivation, and right now he was probably going to humiliate him on purpose once again.

Shen Zaixin chuckled softly, “Want to learn?”

Xie Linfeng raised his head abruptly, looking at him with hesitation. “You are willing to teach me?”

“After all, you are a dog raised by this seat. If you went outside and someone saw that your sword techniques were this clumsy, wouldn’t it cause this seat to lose face?” Shen Zaixin retracted his sword. “I will only ask this once.”

The implication was that if he didn’t learn now, it would be useless to regret it later.

Xie Linfeng suppressed his inner humiliation and a sliver of hidden anticipation, saying, “I want to learn.”

Humiliation was only temporary; only by becoming stronger could he shake off his current fate of being treated like a dog.

Shen Zaixin walked toward him. His snow-white hand covered the hand Xie Linfeng used to hold the sword, guiding him to swing the blade forward.

A subtle dark fragrance drifted into his nose, and as Xie Linfeng felt the body of the person pressing flush against his chest, his entire frame stiffened.

To teach him swordsmanship, couldn’t he just demonstrate it directly? Why did he have to stand this close?

He had just humiliated him moments ago, and now he wanted to seduce him?

Hmph, he would never let Shen Zaixin succeed.

Once the sword forms were completed, Shen Zaixin withdrew his hand and looked at him indifferently. “Practice it once for me to see.”

Xie Linfeng subconsciously nodded and then, following his words, repeated the sword moves he had just been shown.

The man was dressed in cyan martial attire, his expression solemn, and the long sword in his hand seemed to possess a soul, dancing in unison with his movements.

Having learned it just once, he was able to execute every single move without missing a beat. As expected of the male protagonist, his talent was far beyond what ordinary people could ever reach.

“There is one place that is wrong.” Shen Zaixin spoke up suddenly. He walked up behind the man, his fingertips seeming to brush past his waist unintentionally, slightly lifting Xie Linfeng’s sword-bearing arm upward while his seductive voice, accompanied by warm breath, drilled straight into the ear of the man before him: “It should be like this.”

Xie Linfeng took a fierce step forward to put some distance between them, glaring at him as he snapped, “We are just practicing swordsmanship, why are you getting so hands-on!”

Watching his flushed face, Shen Zaixin nonchalantly lifted a small scorpion-tail braid resting by his temple and chuckled. “You claim to have such firm willpower, yet surely you aren’t afraid that this seat might eat you?”

Looking at that pretty, smiling face of the beauty before him, a wave of resentment welled up inside Xie Linfeng.

This person clearly coveted his constitution, yet still teased him from time to time, wanting not only his body but also to toy with his heart. How could such a vicious and mischievous person exist in this world!

“You can rest assured. As a cultivator, I, Xie Linfeng, will never take a member of the Demon Race to heart.”

At the same time, a voice in his mind seemed to say that his destined fate was to kill the person before him.

Shen Zaixin tilted his head, as if puzzled by his self-righteous assumption. “Even if this seat were starving and desperate, I wouldn’t have any interest in a cheap dog. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Seeing that Xie Linfeng’s eyes were about to spit fire, Shen Zaixin handed the dark red long sword in his hand over to him. “A fine sword technique deserves a matching fine sword. This sword is called Zhaoyan, and I am bestowing it upon you.”

Xie Linfeng seemed drawn by the gorgeous patterns on the long sword, accepting it in a daze. Just as a flicker of doubt arose in his mind—that Shen Zaixin was actually willing to gift him such a fine sword?—he instantly sobered up, realizing that if he asked, it would surely be met with another excuse about how a dog couldn’t disgrace its master’s brand.

“Rest well for these three days. Three days from now, follow me out of the Demon Realm.” After giving his instructions, Shen Zaixin’s figure instantly vanished from the courtyard.

Xie Linfeng looked up at the blood-red sky, the emotions in his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Three days later, Fuxue City.

The Huaxu Secret Realm was about to open in the dense forest in the western outskirts just outside the city, and disciples from numerous sects and prestigious families were gradually gathering within the city.

Shen Zaixin made no attempt to conceal his appearance, strolling openly through the bustling long streets.

Seeing his arrogant demeanor, Xie Linfeng sneered, “You certainly aren’t afraid of being recognized.”

“Even if this seat announced his identity on the spot, very few people would believe it.” Shen Zaixin chuckled. Catching sight of a pastry stall not far away, he ordered the man beside him, “This seat wants to eat that. Go buy it.”

Xie Linfeng did not utter a word, walking over to the pastry stall with a cold face before returning just as coldly to hand the pastries to him. “You are a dignified Demon Lord, yet you still indulge in gluttony.”

Shen Zaixin popped a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth, chewed it leisurely, and then shoved the remaining pastries into Xie Linfeng’s arms, commanding, “Eat the rest.”

Seeing the man standing frozen with a cold expression, Shen Zaixin snorted, picked up another piece of pastry, pinched his chin, and forced it into his mouth. “Dog, if you ever dare make your master feed you personally again, I’ll cut out your tongue and feed it to other dogs.”

Xie Linfeng: [.]

He was furious!

Although no one recognized Shen Zaixin’s true identity, his stunning looks and bearing were simply too eye-catching, quickly drawing numerous subtle gazes of inquiry and even some bold ones who quietly tailed behind them.

Xie Linfeng was already in a foul mood, and feeling a bunch of probing gazes behind him instantly set his temper ablaze. He swept a cold glance filled with hostility over them, and the onlookers were so frightened by his fierce gaze that they hastily averted their eyes.

“Not bad, you’ve already learned how to protect your master.” Shen Zaixin said meaningfully, “As a reward, I will take you to a good place for entertainment.”

A quarter of an hour later, looking at the House of Pleasures before him, Xie Linfeng’s face turned ashen.

This shameless man! He actually brought him to a place like this!

“Oh, Master Shen!” The madam soliciting customers at the entrance caught sight of a distinguished guest and immediately hurried over with a face full of smiles. “It has been quite some time since you last visited. Xuecan has been missing you so much that he couldn’t eat or sleep.”

Shen Zaixin chuckled, pulled a stack of banknotes from his robes, placed them into the madam’s hands, and gestured with his eyes toward the cold-faced man standing behind him. “Find a few obedient and gentle ones. This junior brother of mine has a fiery temper and is hard to serve.”

The madam eagerly shoved the banknotes into her bosom, understanding immediately. “The private room in the Heaven Pavilion is still saved for you. Wait a moment, I’ll go call Xuecan over right now.”

With that, she swayed her hips and led the way ahead.

Turning back, Shen Zaixin saw the man still standing stubbornly at the entrance with an unwilling look. His eyes narrowed slightly as he activated the blood contract. Xie Linfeng felt his body move forward on its own, unable to control itself, and glared at him with murderous rage.

“It’s one thing for you to act so dissolute and uninhibited, but why must you drag me into this!”