I Really Like the Male Supporting Character (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 40

When Lu Cang left Guiyuan Sect that day, he hadn’t killed the elders who had blocked his way. He only seriously injured them but didn’t take their lives or destroy their souls as he did to Li Jiaojiao.

However, his action still had angered everyone in the sect. They could not see that he had given them mercy. They only saw his defiance against them and his defection from their sect, on top of the fact that they had injured respected elders to do it.

Immortal Dao Yuan declared his resolve to defend the sect’s honour to the death. He personally went to the back mountain to request the aid of the reclusive mountain-guarding patriarchs, who had been secluded while transcending their tribulations. Together, they set out to hunt down the scandalous master-disciple pair and cleanse Guiyuan Sect of their disgrace.

When Lin Qingyun received the message from her master, she did not inform anyone else. However, she was unaware that ever since she returned to the sect, there had been eyes secretly monitoring her every move.

The world was vast and boundless—no one knew where Lu Cang might have fled. At this point, his disciple Lin Qingyun became a crucial figure.

As they had anticipated, Lu Cang indeed sent a message to his senior disciple. Consequently, the peak-guarding elders concealed their presence and trailed Lin Qingyun, following her until they found Lu Cang—the man who had defied all conventions and disgraced Guiyuan Sect.

To their delight, they discovered that Lu Cang was already at the end of his strength. One glance was enough to see that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Lu Cang, even to this day, do you still not feel any remorse?” 

Six grand elders, all at the peak of the Great Ascension stage, floated in mid-air. They looked down at him with imposing expressions as they sternly questioned him.

Lu Cang slowly pulled his youngest disciple behind him. His face was pale, and his sharp features were set in a cold, unyielding expression. 

“Never,” he replied firmly.

“Hmph! No repentance!”

Another elder said, “Your body has deteriorated to this extent. Even if we don’t act, you won’t survive another year. Lu Cang, as long as you return with us and apologise to the entire sect, we may still grant you a whole corpse.”

Upon hearing this, Ah Luo’s face turned pale. She stared at her master in disbelief. She couldn’t reconcile his unyielding figure with the hopeless situation they were in.

The man in white, whose expression was indifferent, raised his eyes. In the depths of his cold gaze flickered a dangerous light—two icy flames burning with frigid resolve. He spoke each of his words with deliberate force as he said, “If there must be a fight, let it be. There’s no need for more talk!”

In an instant, he leapt into the air. With a flick of his wrist, a dazzling icy sword materialised from the void. His jet-black eyes transformed into a deep, ominous crimson within a breath.

Silver hair streamed behind him, and his snow-white robes fluttered in the wind. His crimson pupils gleamed like frozen blood. Lu Cang was once a pure and noble Daoist master, but he now exuded an aura of darkness and wickedness.

“You! Lu Cang, you’ve actually fallen to become a demon!” one elder exclaimed in shock.

“To think that a once-revered Daoist master would stoop so low. Today, we’ll rid the world of this threat!”

Without waiting for further discussion, the six elders moved in unison. They surrounded Lu Cang from all directions and launched a coordinated attack against him without any pretence of fairness.

This, in a way, was a testament to their respect for him.

The title of a Daoist master was not given lightly. Lu Cang, who had once astonished the entire world with his unmatched talent, had earned his reputation through true merit. Even in his weakened state, they dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

From below, Ah Luo watched in anguish. She longed to rush forward and berate these old men for their shamelessness. Her heart ached with anger and sorrow, yet she knew she was utterly powerless to intervene.

As for stopping her master? Impossible. When Lu Cang decided on something, no one could dissuade him.

Even she could not change his resolve. His heart was too cold, too hard, and too pure. Once he committed to a path, he would never look back, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

Under the siege of six top-tier cultivators, Lu Cang—whose Dao foundation was already damaged—quickly fell into a losing position. No matter how formidable he was, he was still just one person, not an indestructible deity.

Amid the howling wind and snow, he stood battered and bloodied. His once-pristine white robes were stained crimson with countless wounds. The gale whipped through the air, carrying the metallic scent of blood.

The skin on his arms and neck had cracked, and countless injuries marred his body, leaving him a blood-soaked, mangled figure. His blood seeped through the hem of his robes, forming droplets that were carried by the wind before falling to the ground.

One droplet landed with a soft plop on the centre of the young girl’s forehead.

Ah Luo raised her hand to touch her brow and blinked in a daze. Only then did she realise her vision was blurred, and her cheeks were streaked with icy tears.

Her chest tightened painfully and made it hard to breathe. She sobbed uncontrollably as she turned to Lin Qingyun beside her. “Elder Sister, why? Why must they force him into a corner like this? We just wanted to be together. We didn’t hurt anyone!”

Her wails echoed in despair as tears streamed down her face.

Lin Qingyun looked at her younger sister with a complex expression. How could her own heart not ache? Her revered master was in such a dire state, and her cherished younger sister was devastated. Yet she knew she was partially to blame for this outcome.

If only she had been more cautious and had avoided being discovered on her way here—perhaps they could have had a little more time together instead of being torn apart by the world at this moment.

Supporting her sobbing sister, Lin Qingyun was nearly overwhelmed by guilt and self-reproach. Her eyes reddened as she murmured, “Yinyin, Master’s Dao heart should have remained pure and untainted. But he chose to love you, which was akin to sentencing himself to death. It’s not that I didn’t want you two to be together—I just didn’t want Master to perish because of it. Do you understand?”

Ah Luo’s heart shattered, and she whispered through her tears, “If only I had known… if only I had known earlier…”

But alas, hindsight was of no use. If she had known that his life could not bear the weight of love, she would have been content to silently watch over him from afar for a lifetime rather than have him endure this love tribulation from which there was no return.

Lin Qingyun herself shed tears as she replied, “It’s too late… it’s already too late. Master has fallen into demonic cultivation. None of us can save him now.”

High above, the six elders deployed a formation and trapped Lu Cang in its centre. His body was covered in wounds, his dark red eyes filled with a bloody glow, and his strength was almost completely depleted. Yet even on the brink of death, his calm and indifferent demeanour remained as though he had long since transcended the fear of life and death.

The calmer he appeared, the more cautious the six elders became. They intensified the pressure of the formation on him.

Below, Ah Luo watched anxiously. Her heart pounded in despair. Suddenly, a deep male voice echoed faintly in her ears.

“Luoyin, I left a storage artifact on you. You may bind it to yourself with blood. Inside, you’ll find everything I’ve accumulated over the years, as well as magical treasures I’ve refined. Take it and go to the mortal realm. Find a quiet place to live well. When the time comes, I will come for you.”

She was stunned for a moment until she suddenly realised what he meant.

At the same time, Lin Qingyun froze as well. Her teary eyes turned towards her master before she grabbed her younger sister’s hand, her tone urgent. “Yinyin, we must go now.”

Just moments earlier, Lu Cang had used himself as bait to hold back the six elders and sent a voice transmission to his senior disciple, instructing her to take Ah Luo and escape.

When Lin Qingyun received the message, her heart trembled violently. She immediately understood her master’s intention. He clearly had no strength left and had resolved to take them down with him. From the very beginning, he had no hope of escaping.

But as she tugged at her sister, she realised Ah Luo wasn’t moving.

With tears streaming down her face, Ah Luo asked, “Did Master tell you to take me away and leave him behind?”

Lin Qingyun knew they were pressed for time and urged anxiously, “Yinyin, we must leave now! Master had made a sacrifice to buy us time. Don’t hinder him anymore!”

Ah Luo stubbornly persisted. “Then what about Master? What will happen to him?”

Lin Qingyun faltered. She was unable to respond. Her hesitation was enough for Ah Luo to catch on. A bitter smile broke across her tear-streaked face, and as though making a final decision, she gazed deeply at her sister. Her voice was low and soft as she said, “Sister, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Lin Qingyun’s unease grew, and she clutched her sister’s hand tightly. “Yinyin, don’t do anything foolish!”

Ah Luo gently pulled her hand away. To Lin Qingyun’s shock, she found herself unable to hold her back. Though she was already in the Golden Core realm, her sister, who was merely in the Foundation Establishment realm, seemed to possess an unshakable determination.

“Sister… and Father, Mother… I’m sorry. Back then, when our family was annihilated, it was all because of me.”

Lin Qingyun froze mid-reach. Her body stiffened as if struck by lightning.

“What…?”

Ah Luo didn’t look back. Instead, she lifted her head toward the sky. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, “Master, you lied to me! You said you’d come for me! It was all a lie!”

Only now did the six elders take notice of the two girls below. One of them sneered, “So, Lu Cang, in your desperation, you’re trying to send your little disciple away?”

“Why don’t you just capture me too, if you’re so powerful?” Ah Luo’s delicate voice rang out like the song of a bird, clear and piercing through the snow-laden winds, reaching everyone’s ears.

The elders exchanged glances before one said, “Very well, as you wish!”

With a wave of his hand, an invisible force pulled the defiant girl from the ground, sending her straight into the formation alongside Lu Cang.

As soon as she entered, Ah Luo threw herself toward her master. Lu Cang instinctively extended his arms and caught her as she collapsed into his embrace.

A rare frown appeared on his bloodied face, but he did not scold her. Instead, his dark red eyes quietly observed her face. His bloodstained hand reached out to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Ah Luo clung tightly to him. Her tearful eyes pleaded for reassurance as she asked, “Master, I disobeyed you. Are you angry with me?” 

Lu Cang shook his head faintly. His voice was soft and steady as he said, “No, you have made your choice. Luoyin, are you afraid to die here with your master?”

Ah Luo broke into a trembling smile through her tears. “I’ve already almost died once. If I wasn’t afraid then, why would I be afraid now?”

Lu Cang said no more. He simply held her gently, shielding her from the overwhelming pressure of the formation. His crimson eyes, which were unfathomably deep, stared at her quietly.

“Even at death’s door, you remain so stubborn,” one elder scoffed coldly. He raised his hand to increase the pressure on the formation.

Lu Cang couldn’t suppress a muffled groan as his body faltered. A line of fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, stark against his pale, almost translucent skin.

Ah Luo’s trembling hands cupped her master’s face. Her voice shook uncontrollably as she said, “Master, you promised… you wouldn’t blame me.”

Lu Cang lowered his gaze. His red eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had sensed something. He asked, “Luoyin, what are you planning to do?”

“I want to kiss you. Can I?”

The tearful girl’s voice was as soft as petals. She tiptoed to reach him. Instinctively, Lu Cang bent down and allowed her to press her lips against his.

Her lips were soft but icy cold, and they were trembling faintly.

The delicate petals of her lips parted, and her lilac tongue gently slipped into his mouth, carrying with it a small, rounded bead. It slid down his throat.

In the next moment, a faintly sorrowful smile appeared in her expression. Her eyes were filled with tears, and they slowly closed as her small body went limp in his arms, lifeless.

“Luoyin…?”

The man in white stared down at her with his crimson-red eyes. Disbelief was etched on his face. He held her and called her name in a trembling voice.

Only the endless snowstorm and the bitter, bone-chilling wind replied to him.