[Quick Transmigration] The Stunning Villain Trains His Dog Online - Chapter 6

“Frivolous!”

Xie Linfeng’s arrogant brows and eyes carried a trace of panic, his earlobes unconsciously flushed red. Just as he was about to grab his sword and make a flustered escape, an invisible force grabbed hold of him, effortlessly flinging his tall figure onto the recliner.

Before he could even attempt to stand up, the warm body of that person pressed down over him. Xie Linfeng stared in a daze into those intoxicating eyes, completely forgetting to struggle.

The scene before him was an exact replica of that dream.

“Your body has recovered rather well.” Shen Zaixin’s fingertips rested against his pulse, scorching demonic energy sweeping inch by inch through the meridians within his body. When he felt the pure spiritual energy originating from the congenital spiritual marrow, a satisfied smile curved the corners of his lips.

Once the Rebirth Lotus was plucked, it only had a three-day window of survival. If he wished to break through the Tribulation stage, it was best to make preparations before that deadline.

His fingertips brushed over the forcibly hardened and cold features of the man beneath him, Shen Zaixin’s gaze growing deeper. The spiritual energy in his blood was still far too sparse after all, completely insufficient to push him to the breakthrough bottleneck in a short period of time.

It was time to let Xie Linfeng, this spare dual cultivation vessel, serve his purpose.

At this thought, Shen Zaixin half-closed his phoenix eyes, his jade hand lifting the man’s chin as he sneered condescendingly, “Being able to serve as this seat’s vessel is your honor.”

With those words, his fingertips parted Xie Linfeng’s robes, tracing across his sturdy chest and abdomen to probe deeper within.

In a daze, Xie Linfeng thought that the blood contract had not been activated, and that he ought to resist.

He considered himself far from the shallow sort of person obsessed with physical beauty, yet the man above him possessed skin like white snow, a waist like a slender ribbon, and a pair of water-ripple-filled eyes that completely bewitched him into immobility.

Clearly, Shen Zaixin had never once felt any affection for him; clearly, he was merely a vessel utilized for cultivation. Yet at this very moment, his heart continued to beat uncontrollably for that cold-hearted person, growing faster and faster until he completely lost himself in the ripples of the other’s gaze.

Perhaps he had always wanted to be nothing more than an ordinary mortal.

Since that was the case… Xie Linfeng abruptly flipped over to pin the person beneath him, gripping that bony, exquisite ankle just as he had in his dream, his rough pads lingering and rubbing over it repeatedly in reluctance.

The only difference from the dream was the towering, haughty look still present in those eyes, as though this touch right now was nothing more than a bestowal of charity and a reward for a well-behaved dog.

“Attractive?”

Even the tone was as disdainful and arrogant as ever, yet it set all the blood in Xie Linfeng’s veins boiling. Dark currents surged within his deep eyes like a caged beast breaking its bounds, locking onto its long-coveted prey.

“Attractive.”

He pressed forward, the long-repressed heat breaking through all obstacles to finally continue the dream.

Xie Linfeng was like an evil hound that appeared obedient yet was actually greedy and fierce. He muttered master after master, letting the person beneath him beat and scold him, only to reveal his truest nature the next instant when the other wasn’t paying attention, driving deeper and deeper as if thoroughly intoxicated.

“Dog, this seat said go lighter, did you not understand?”

The dark pupils of the person beneath him were crystal clear, resembling translucent glazed beads. The corners of his eyes were flushed red, and even at the height of pleasure, his gaze always maintained restraint and endurance. Such rationality was practically a mockery of his own impotence.

“Slap!”

His head was knocked to the side by a heavy blow, yet the heat of his passion only burned hotter, scorching the person beneath him until his expression shifted through several emotions before finally settling into a look of contemptuous, mocking derision. Clearly pinned beneath him and utterly dismantled, he still maintained the arrogant demeanor of a master. The sound of a beating heart thundered wildly in Xie Linfeng’s ears.

Shen Zaixin was right; he was nothing more than a lowly dog, and he adored to the point of obsession the way that person trampled and insulted him. It felt like a poisonous thorn piercing his heart, bringing pain yet hooking him into an addiction.

Xie Linfeng gripped the man’s slender waist, lowering his head to press against his neck with a low laugh, his hot breath spilling entirely over the pink-tinted earlobe: “Master, a vessel is only truly useful when it is thoroughly exploited to its absolute limit.”

With that, he bit down in fascination on the delicate earlobe. “If I am too gentle, this cheap dog fears my master will not be sufficiently satisfied.”

He had to make Shen Zaixin understand that he alone could satisfy him, or else, given that person’s dissolute and frivolous nature, who knew when he might go looking for another dog to fight him for the position of vessel!

Outside the barrier, autumn winds blew desolate, while inside the barrier, spring filled the gardens.

The bright moon hung high in the sky.

Inside the gorgeous bedchamber, Shen Zaixin slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the recliner with a dark face, the merciless mocking voice of 152 ringing in his ear.

[A dignified Demon Lord actually passed out from being slept by a Golden Spirit cultivator! Host, you finally had your day haha… no, no, no, Host, I was wrong, I was wrong, boohoo, spare this system’s life!]

The surging mental energy in his mind threatened to tear its data apart, prompting 152 to abandon all dignity and plead for mercy.

It couldn’t afford to die, especially since Shen Zaixin still owed it twelve thousand points!

[Where is he?]

Mentioning this, 152 only then remembered that Shen Zaixin had slept the male protagonist. Recalling how tenderly and meticulously the protagonist had cleaned up the Host moments before, followed by the considerate carriage back to the bedchamber, it instantly lost all desire to mock. Feeling that the sky was about to fall, it said with utter despair, [He thought you liked the osmanthus cakes from that shop on the streets of Fuxue City, so he went to the kitchen to cook.]

152 glanced at the hostility value on the virtual screen, which had first plummeted to zero before shooting back up past its original baseline, making it seriously doubt reality.

How had things turned out like this? Clearly, the protagonist was still fighting against evil forces just yesterday. Were all these data points fake?!

If it weren’t for the fact that it couldn’t detect any abnormal traces in Xie Linfeng’s soul, it would have nearly suspected that this protagonist had been transmigrated into by one of those chosen sons of heaven from Shen Zaixin’s original world.

The speed of this capitulation was identical! Xie Linfeng had utterly disappointed the system; he wasn’t even as steadfast as that mad dog Xiao Fang!

Closing his eyes to sense the data on the virtual screen, Shen Zaixin offered a rare piece of insight: [Without love, how can there be hate?]

Perhaps the hatred at the very beginning had indeed been genuine, but by now it had long since warped beyond recognition, no longer describable by pure hatred alone.

Over-relying on numerical values was the exact reason 152 had been assigned to bind with him; the Main God must have found it stupid as well and wanted to clear it out using his hands.

Inside the kitchen.

Xie Linfeng squatted in front of the stove, staring blankly at the flames within. Thinking of something, the corners of his lips curved unconsciously, his brows brimming with tenderness.

After a long while, judging that the time was right, he stood up and opened the steamer lid. A refreshing fragrance of osmanthus rushed over him. Picking up a small piece to taste, he somehow felt it lacked the soft, sweet stickiness of the one Shen Zaixin had personally fed him days ago.

Xie Linfeng frowned slightly, wondering if he should remake it, yet worrying that the person might wait too long. Just as he hesitated, a piercing pain suddenly struck him, causing him to let out a muffled grunt as he grabbed the edge of the stove and squatted down.

In merely a fraction of a moment, extreme cold surged into his bone marrow, feeling as though sharp ice crystals were piercing right through his beating heart. His entire body’s blood froze instantly, and his long, feather-like eyelashes became coated in white frost. Xie Linfeng even had the leisure to think that this cold was a thousand times more freezing than the blood contract punishment Shen Zaixin had triggered that day.

Clearly, he was right beside a blazing fire, yet he could feel not a shred of warmth. Was this the consequence of the Heavenly Dao oath taking effect?

Falling in love with a man who treated him like a dog and humiliated him was so thoroughly base that even the Heavenly Dao refused to pity him anymore.

[Warning! Warning! The protagonist’s life signs are dropping rapidly!]

Shen Zaixin was currently absorbing the replenishing spiritual energy within his body when the system’s alarm suddenly blared in his head, annoying him to the point that he coldly snapped, “Shut up.”

152: [If the protagonist dies, the world will reset, and everything will have to start over from the beginning.]

“He won’t die.” Shen Zaixin remained entirely unconcerned. After all, he had set restrictions all around, and the protagonist also carried a blood contract on him, allowing him to perceive any danger instantly.

Right now, the restrictions showed zero fluctuations, meaning Xie Linfeng could not possibly be suffering harm from external sources.

With the red lotus flashing in his left eye, Shen Zaixin sensed the blood contract for a moment and instantly guessed what had happened.

“It is merely triggering the Heavenly Dao oath he swore to Xiao Fang previously.”

152: [He is suffering like this because of you, and you’re just going to ignore it? He is the protagonist after all…]

Shen Zaixin wore an innocent look: “Have you ever seen a villain care about the protagonist? He brought this trouble upon himself, what does it have to do with me? If everyone took an oath against me, should I go establish a charity organization?”

152: [Isn’t he your dog?]

Shen Zaixin sighed lightly: “Which villain bothers to care whether a dog lives or dies?”

152: […] That sort of made sense.

However, ignoring it was one thing, while watching the show was entirely another.

Leisurely smoothing down his scattered robes, Shen Zaixin strolled out of the bedchamber as if taking a casual walk. Before he could even step foot into the kitchen, a mass of black fog suddenly blocked his path, followed immediately by Xiao Fang’s gloomy and handsome face.

The person he hadn’t seen in days still retained the lingering flush of passion between his brows, his eyes shimmering like autumn water, looking very much like a seductive goblin who had drained a man dry. Xiao Fang came close to kissing him recklessly without a care in the world, had he not spotted the glaringly conspicuous mottled kiss marks across the man’s white neck.

Shen Zaixin said indifferently, “Get lost.”

Suppressing the surging killing intent in his heart, Xiao Fang intimately lifted a strand of his raven hair and chuckled softly, “Is the Lord in such a rush, who are you hurrying off to see?”

Both of their cultivation levels were formidable enough that they could naturally sense the coldness spreading from the kitchen, and he certainly didn’t believe Xiao Fang was unaware of what had happened inside.

“To see this seat’s—” Shen Zaixin leaned close to his ear and whispered two words with a light laugh: “Vessel.”

Unsurprisingly, Xiao Fang’s expression instantly darkened until water could practically drip from it.

“Slap!”

Immediately afterward, his head was knocked sideways by a crisp, heavy blow.

Shen Zaixin gently tugged his hair back from the other’s grip, sweeping his gaze over the tight line of his lips before stating calmly, “Who gave you the audacity to pull a long face in front of this seat?”

“He can do it, but I cannot?”

His slightly long bangs blocked Xiao Fang’s brows and eyes as he lowered his head, hiding his expression from Shen Zaixin’s view.

152: [Don’t think I don’t know you’re deliberately stirring up hatred for the protagonist.]

Shen Zaixin: [So smart.]

“Correct. He can, you cannot.”

With those words, the surrounding atmosphere froze completely until another dark shadow slowly materialized.

The man was dressed in black martial attire, tall and slender, with skin deathly pale and devoid of color. A strip of black silk covered his eyes, casting a gloomy, lifeless aura over his entire frame.

He knelt on one knee beside Shen Zaixin, his voice as cold and emotionless as a wooden puppet: “Your subordinate Yun Shi greets the Lord.”

Shen Zaixin glanced at him indifferently. “The newly appointed Left Protector?”

“Yes.”

His jade-white fingertips hovered between the man’s brows, red spiritual energy probing his entire body without obstruction. Shen Zaixin finally felt a spark of interest: “A ghost cultivator?”

“Yes.”

“Why cover your eyes with black silk?”

“This subordinate’s pupils are abnormal, and I feared dirtying the Lord’s eyes.”

Shen Zaixin raised an eyebrow at that, his fingertips hooking the black silk over the man’s eyes and giving it a gentle tug. Revealed beneath were a left eye as red as a blood prison and a right eye as blue as a clear sky—an odd pair of heterochromatic eyes.

Yun Shi allowed the man to lift his chin and inspect him closely, his gaze fixed straight ahead on the person before him.

Due to his heterochromia, his right eye perceived the human world while his left eye perceived hell. In his eyes, even the most peerlessly magnificent figures possessed an unsightly and hideous side, save for the Lord, who—no matter which eye he used to look—embodied an evil that was consistent inside and out.

Yet even so, it detracted nothing from his beauty. The Lord looked stunning no matter what; everyone in the Soul Refining Pavilion, from seniors to disciples, agreed unanimously on this.

“Your eyes resemble pure and translucent colored gems, mysterious and beautiful.” Dragging his fingertips across the man’s eyelashes, Shen Zaixin praised softly, “There is no need to cover them in the future; this seat likes them very much.”

152: […] Here it goes again.

Xiao Fang: […] Xie Linfeng isn’t even dealt with yet, and here comes another one!

Yun Shi took the black silk back and tucked it into his robes. “Yes.”

Who would have expected that person to instantly drop his smile and snap, “Scram.”

Yun Shi: ?

He raised his eyes in confusion, considering that the Lord had only just praised his eyes as beautiful.

Shen Zaixin withdrew his gaze indifferently and continued his leisurely walk toward the kitchen.

Ask him anything and he replies with a single word like a block of wood—boring.

With a kick that sent the kitchen door flying, a bone-chilling frost rushed outward to meet him. Watching the male protagonist covered entirely in white frost and fallen wretchedly to the floor, Shen Zaixin hooked the corners of his lips in amusement, observing the scene for a moment before stepping toward the source of the cold.