[Quick Transmigration] The Stunning Villain Trains His Dog Online - Chapter 4

Even though he was extremely reluctant, he could only watch himself stride directly into the House of Pleasures.

The main hall was filled with people openly flirting and coupling. With nowhere to hide, Xie Linfeng felt as though his eyes and soul had been tainted.

His handsome face was flushed bright red with mortification.

“The House of Pleasures in Fuxue City is the most hedonistic place in the mortal world.” Seeing his expression of absolute outrage, Shen Zaixin wore an amused look. “Many elders from various sects and prestigious families in your cultivation world come here to cultivate.”

He uttered the word cultivate with a deeply suggestive tone.

Xie Linfeng instantly understood that the so-called cultivation merely meant finding young male courtesans with dual cultivation potential for partnered practice.

With this thought, he glanced around the room and immediately realized that most of the patrons were indeed cultivators.

These male guests who had come here for pleasure would still step out of the House of Pleasures wearing the righteous and transcendent airs of immortals. Seeing this, a trace of disgust involuntarily welled up in his eyes.

Shen Zaixin watched his expression of pious refusal to mingle with the corrupt, a mocking smile curving the corners of his lips.

If it were the cultivation world from several centuries ago, one might still find a few upright gentlemen of immortal character. But nowadays, no one in the cultivation world had successfully ascended for nearly five hundred years. What did cultivators still care about regarding compassion for all living beings? Since ascension was impossible, they no longer needed their state of mind to be tested by the Heavenly Dao, leaving them free to act however they pleased.

Where was the prosperity of the cultivation families from centuries past? They merely wore the shell of cultivation while plotting mortal affairs. If not for this, the protagonist would not have been framed and driven to the brink of annihilation by his own family.

Only a few ancient, legacy-rich sects were still struggling to hold the line, not to mention that the demonic race was rampant and always required someone to step forward and uphold justice.

“Cultivation is not about becoming a monk. Once a person tastes those pleasures, how could they easily let go?” Standing on a step higher than him, Shen Zaixin lowered his gaze to look down at him, a mysterious smile dancing in his eyes. “Who knows, once you taste forbidden fruit today, you might become addicted to it as well.”

Xie Linfeng closed his eyes, refusing to listen, yet the absurd scenes he had just witnessed replayed in his mind like a curse, unable to be shaken off. A wave of nausea and disgust rose from the pit of his throat.

If Shen Zaixin actually dared to force him into that kind of act, he would rather risk his life than suffer such humiliation.

Seeing that he was ready to smash the jade rather than compromise, Shen Zaixin finally put away his playful teasing and turned to walk toward the private room.

Xie Linfeng followed closely behind like a man facing a formidable enemy, stepping into the private room only to find a scene completely opposite to the dissolute and decadent sights he had imagined.

Inside the private room, only a man in white robes sat by the window. Wisps of thin smoke curled gracefully from the incense burner beside him, and the warm steam rising from the tea set on the table differed entirely in its elegant tranquility from the world outside.

Seemingly hearing the movement, Pei Xuecan set down his teacup, turned his head to look at the newcomers, and revealed a handsome, gentle expression. His graceful and composed demeanor bore no resemblance to the worldly dust of the House of Pleasures.

“You have arrived?”

“Mn.” Shen Zaixin sat down across from him. His complex and gorgeous dark red robes made his exquisite features look almost unreal. His phoenix eyes slanted slightly upward with a trace of nonchalance, and his waterfall of dark hair cascaded loosely behind him. When he looked over with a smile, his gaze was even more soul-stirring than a seductive fox demon.

Sweeping his gaze over that jade-like, flawless face, Pei Xuecan lowered his eyelids to mask his steadily darkening expression.

Xie Linfeng stood silently to one side, quietly sizing up the man in white while thinking to himself that this person was definitely no ordinary courtesan.

Noticing his gaze, Pei Xuecan glanced back indifferently and asked Shen Zaixin with a smile, “Is this your new dual cultivation vessel?”

The word vessel struck a nerve in Xie Linfeng, and he quietly tightened his grip inside his sleeves.

“Vessel?” Shen Zaixin rested his arm on the chair’s armrest, curling his fingers to casually support his head. A few strands of hair fell past his temple with the movement, partially masking his slightly upturned, disdainful brows. “Is he even worthy?”

In the demon and monster realms, people queuing up to become the Demon Lord’s vessel and offer themselves willingly could stretch all the way from Niyetian in the Demon Realm to the peak of the Southern Peak of the Canglan Mountains.

Yet Shen Zaixin looked down on all of them. Rumor had it that the only person ever kept by his side was Xiao Fang.

As the Demon King, Pei Xuecan had frequent exchanges between the demon and monster realms, and he naturally knew that even Xiao Fang had never truly won his high regard. His remark just then had merely been a probe.

After all, letting the congenital spiritual marrow go unused for dual cultivation was simply a waste of heavenly gifts. Still, he could not deny that upon seeing the undisguised contempt in that person’s eyes, a heavy weight lifted from his chest.

Someone so magnificent and transcendent—even someone like him, who had carved a bloody path through countless conspiracies to ascend the throne of the Demon King, could not help but fall hopelessly in love with him.

Catching the expression of wounded pride in Xie Linfeng’s eyes, Pei Xuecan unconsciously tightened his grip on his lap, a surge of killing intent boiling in his chest.

If not for that constitution of congenital spiritual marrow, would Shen Zaixin have spared him a second glance? He was merely a worldly disciple with a bit of talent in cultivation.

152: [Considering the Host helped conceal me earlier, let me offer a warning: Pei Xuecan’s hostility value toward the protagonist is dangerously high. To prevent the protagonist from dying accidentally and causing the world to collapse, please take the Host’s duties seriously.]

With that, it could not help adding coldly: [I merely prefer not to owe the Host any favors.]

As long as the protagonist’s death was not caused by the Host, the Heavenly Dao would not pose a threat to the system, meaning it wasn’t acting out of kindness; programs had no hearts.

Shen Zaixin lifted his eyelids to glance at the mild-mannered, smiling Demon King opposite him, and replied perfunctorily in his mind: [Oh.]

152: […]

It really shouldn’t have been so foolish as to speak up!

“Ning Wuchen is personally escorting the disciples to the Huaxu Secret Realm, and things will certainly not be as simple as they appear on the surface,” Shen Zaixin said, turning to business. “It is highly likely for the sake of the Rebirth Lotus or the Huaxu Bell.”

True to its name, the Huaxu Bell could manifest people’s deepest desires and fears into illusions, with outcomes depending entirely on the holder’s intent.

However, Ning Wuchen cultivated the ruthless path and had long since cut off all worldly attachments. Furthermore, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Tribulation stage, rendering both the Rebirth Lotus and the Huaxu Bell completely useless to him.

Failing to figure out the purpose behind his trip meant trouble for Shen Zaixin.

His decision to cooperate with Pei Xuecan this time was precisely because the other party happened to be searching for the Huaxu Bell, allowing them to take what they each needed.

Entering the Huaxu Secret Realm would forcibly suppress a cultivator’s cultivation down to the Golden Core stage, but the monster race possessed a supreme treasure that could mask one’s cultivation level and deceive the secret realm’s eye, making it ideal for dealing with unexpected situations like Ning Wuchen.

“I will provide support outside the secret realm when the time comes.” Pei Xuecan pondered for a moment. Remembering Shen Zaixin’s habitually flamboyant style, a look of worry crossed his face: “If you encounter any unexpected danger, prioritize your own safety above all else.”

The underlying meaning was that both the Huaxu Bell and the Rebirth Lotus could be abandoned.

As the Demon King, Pei Xuecan’s cultivation was on par with Shen Zaixin’s. He had originally intended to enter the secret realm in his place—after all, whatever Shen Zaixin wanted, he could simply find and bring to him. But those mocking yet cool phoenix eyes made him realize he had overstepped, as Shen Zaixin was unwilling to accept his affections.

Thinking of this, Pei Xuecan bit his lower lip in disappointment, then retrieved an inconspicuous glazed bead from his storage ring. Completely transparent and colorless, it was precisely the supreme monster treasure known as the Heaven-Veiling Bead.

The moment their hands brushed during the handover, the man’s fingertips inadvertently slid across Pei Xuecan’s palm, stirring up a hidden, secret itch.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hand hanging by his side curled into a fist, as if attempting to retain the fleeting softness of that touch.

152 took in every bit of Shen Zaixin’s small gesture and the other party’s reaction, and sneered: [Scumbag.]

Clearly, he had already rejected the man’s kindness earlier, yet now he was still quietly flirting!

Shen Zaixin lowered his gaze to play with the bead in his palm, his curved dark eyes reflecting the sparkling, crystal-clear light in a remarkably stunning display.

After a moment, he let out a light laugh in his mind, his trailing tone exceptionally alluring: [It is merely a reward for a well-behaved dog.]

152: […]

Could Shen Zaixin not rein in his malicious hobby of raising dogs even a little bit? If it remembered correctly, Pei Xuecan’s true form was clearly a snow leopard, right? According to the data, snow leopards belonged to the feline family!

Indifferent to the system’s inner complaints, Shen Zaixin bid farewell to Pei Xuecan with a smile and left the House of Pleasures with the perpetually silent protagonist.

On the long street, the setting sun cast its warm red afterglow across the man’s raven-black hair, sliding down his long eyelashes into his phoenix eyes, where it finally gathered into a brilliant, clear sparkle.

Xie Linfeng inadvertently glanced over and froze for a moment. Setting aside that person’s utterly detestable personality, under such incomparable grace and elegance, who would ever believe that the person before him was a ruthless Demon Lord?

“Do you find me good-looking?”

A voice as intoxicating as peach blossom wine drilled into his ear, and Xie Linfeng snapped back to reality. Catching the teasing, playful look in the man’s eyes, he instantly darkened his face: “It is just a skin!”

Sure enough, the better-looking a man was, the blacker his heart!

A trace of inexplicable panic welled up in his chest, and Xie Linfeng raised his foot to leave, only for the blood contract to suddenly activate, forcing him to stand frozen on the spot and glare angrily.

“So you admit that this seat is good-looking.” In broad daylight, Shen Zaixin pressed close, playfully lifting his chin. Xie Linfeng was forced into that soul-stirring gaze, his expression instantly dazed.

Too close, so close that he could clearly see the delicate, flawless texture of the man’s jade-like skin, so close that he could smell the lingering, bone-deep dark fragrance emanating from him.

So close that he could see his own flustered, disheveled reflection in the clear depths of the other’s eyes.

His heart pounded wildly and uncontrollably in his chest, leaving Xie Linfeng to wonder if this was yet another result of the blood contract’s manipulation.

Before he could dwell on it, his hand suddenly moved of its own accord, reaching out to stroke the delicate scorpion-tail braid resting by the man’s temple.

They said people with soft hair had soft hearts, but why was Shen Zaixin’s hair this soft and smooth? In a daze, it gave him the illusion of being unable to let go.

Unconvinced, Xie Linfeng’s fingertips stroked all the way down to the ends of the hair.

Soft.

“Dog, who gave you the audacity to casually taint your own master?” Sarcastic and sharp words spilled from the lips pressed close to his ear, causing Xie Linfeng’s heart to choke as flames of fury flared in his eyes.

“You were the one who controlled my movements to do that!”

“Is that so?” Shen Zaixin chuckled softly, tilting his head with an innocent look. “Is it really… because of the blood contract?”

Xie Linfeng’s brow twitched. He yanked his hand back violently, only to find that the restriction had already been lifted.

Could it be that he really had been bewitched just now? How, how could that be possible!

Shen Zaixin stepped back a pace, admired his flushed and pale face for a moment, and then snorted before turning to walk toward the courtyard where they were staying.

Teasing the male protagonist like this was simply endlessly entertaining.