Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Feng Shuangshuang’s appearance sent a chill through the master’s heart; this kind of power that could suppress him so thoroughly he couldn’t even get up without her lifting a finger was absolutely not something he could resist.

This master was not actually someone from the upright Mystic Sect; in fact, he walked the Evil Path, because those who follow the proper path of cultivation would never use Monsters for Artifact Refining.

For cultivators who walk the Evil Path, all righteous Mystic Sect people are allowed to kill them on sight, because Evil Path cultivators don’t just harm Monsters—more often than not, they harm people.

The master didn’t know what kind of cultivator Feng Shuangshuang was or where she came from, but she was clearly bad news for him; if she was a righteous cultivator, he was doomed today.

If she was, like him, a cultivator of the Evil Path, then his end would be even worse; people of the Evil Path never practice that ”we’re all Evil Path so we’re friends” nonsense—when they meet, they only kick you when you’re down and take the chance to strike hard.

Panicking inside, the master could only bluff and threaten Feng Shuangshuang with a false show of bravado: ”Who are you! I’m with the Special Security Department. I advise you not to meddle—you’re breaking the law, do you understand?”

Feng Shuangshuang walked up to the master and slowly squatted down in front of him, her gaze icy as she looked at him: ”Since when does the Special Security Department do this kind of trashy bullying-the-weak business? How come I never heard of that.

Also, this little Monster is mine. You touched my property without my permission, and you even tried to take it away. So tell me—how exactly did you plan on dying?”

This little Monster has a master? The master’s heart gave a hard thump. Whether or not the little Monster really belonged to this person, just the fact that she said it meant this matter couldn’t be smoothed over anymore.

The master grit his teeth—better a live coward than a dead hero. He immediately softened his attitude, lowering himself before Feng Shuangshuang: ”Friend, I didn’t know this little Monster was raised by you. The ignorant are blameless—please overlook this once.

We’re both people of the Mystic Sect; there’s no need to make things so rigid. As long as you’re willing to let me go this time, I can offer you two Magic Treasures as compensation.”

Feng Shuangshuang didn’t speak. She bent down and lightly tapped the top of the master’s head. His whole body instantly went stiff; in a flash he felt that aside from his eyeballs, he couldn’t move anything at all.

After immobilizing the master, Feng Shuangshuang finally looked toward the girl across from her who had taken shape from the blue opera costume. The girl was solemnly floating in midair, bowing to Feng Shuangshuang: ”Thank you, Boss, for saving me.”

Feng Shuangshuang looked at her, her expression cold and clear: ”Since she has already stepped onto the stage and received acclaim, your obsession has already been resolved. Why haven’t you gone to report at the Monster Bureau, and instead linger by her side?

Without the Monster registration issued by the Monster Bureau, you’re an unregistered black household, not protected by the Monster Code. You, a little demon this weak, without the Bureau’s protection—anyone could lay hands on you and capture you.”

The girl transformed from the blue-clad Monster lowered her head, twisting her fingers a few times, then turned to glance back at Li Yi, who was already scared out of her wits and had no idea what to do.

Then she turned back, a bit self-reproachful, and said to Feng Shuangshuang: ”I know. It’s just... I did something wrong. From the start, I shouldn’t have let Master get on stage so quickly.

I should have let Master slowly learn how to sing opera, learn how to open up her Talent. But at the time I sensed Master was about to give up on studying opera—I panicked, so I used my own power to influence Master.

I didn’t expect that later Master would rely on me more and more. Her ability to sing opera has even regressed compared to before. If I leave now, Master will be ruined. I can’t do that.”

Feng Shuangshuang looked at Li Yi, who was sitting there dumbstruck. She was basically scared silly—her mental fortitude really was lacking. No wonder she’d been so easily blinded by the glory of the outside world.

Feng Shuangshuang thought, after all, this little demon had come out of her own shop. Since she was already here, she couldn’t just ignore it. She walked up to Li Yi, stretched out a finger, and pressed it to the spot between Li Yi’s brows.

In an instant, countless scenes flashed through Li Yi’s mind like a series of movie epics: the girl who fought desperately to sing opera, whose Talent was extraordinary, yet who died without ever having the chance to truly stand on stage.

That little demon, born from the girl’s obsession condensed in that costume, who transformed into a demon and spent a thousand years chasing after her Master; then the image turned into herself—a person who had the chance to stand on stage but couldn’t achieve it because her Talent was lacking.

And that self who, despite suffering countless setbacks, still clung to diligent practice, single-mindedly wanting to step onto the stage—that self who struggled and grew upward. But that self, she had lost.

With the help of the blue opera costume little demon, she had fulfilled her dream of taking the stage. Yet she’d let herself be blinded by praise that didn’t truly belong to her, forgetting her original intention.

Her original intention had clearly only been that she loved opera, loved to sing, loved those lingering, winding melodies, loved the charm in a lift of flowing sleeves, the turn of a body, the grace of each movement.

But she had forgotten the most important thing because of the glory from outside; she hadn’t truly, seriously practiced opera in a very long time, hadn’t earnestly sung the operas she loved even once.

Li Yi covered her face as tears gushed out. In that moment, she finally understood: what she wanted was not the flowers and applause from the high stage, but the audience’s genuine recognition and praise—what she wanted was to sing well.

The little demon in the blue opera costume flew to Li Yi’s side, gently hugging one of Li Yi’s fingers. Li Yi stretched out her hand and cupped the little demon in her palm.

Although she had long since accepted that her blue opera costume was a Monster turned from cloth, the other party had always been no different from an ordinary piece of clothing. In truth, Li Yi had never really, concretely grasped that she was dealing with a Monster.

So when the little demon in the blue opera costume revealed herself just now, even though she looked very cute, Li Yi had still been quite terrified.

But at this moment, having seen those past events and knowing that the little demon had come for her sake, Li Yi suddenly wasn’t afraid anymore.

Cradling the tiny Monster in her hands, she sobbed out her apology: ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s all because I didn’t work hard enough, because I let myself be dazzled by outside glory and almost got you harmed. I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry!”

”It’s okay. I know you didn’t do it on purpose, Master. I was wrong too. From now on I’ll help you practice opera together. You have great Talent, Master—you just haven’t had it awakened yet.

Next I’ll teach you very seriously how to sing opera. I’m really amazing, much more amazing than your master, that teacher of yours. With me here, you’ll definitely earn all that glory fair and square.”

Feng Shuangshuang glanced over at the person and Monster whose relationship seemed very good; it looked like she wasn’t needed here anymore. She raised her hand and sent a streak of red light into the little demon’s body as a form of protection.

Then Feng Shuangshuang turned and walked over to the master who was still frozen, lying on the ground. She reached down, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him; with a single step, they vanished from Li Yi’s room.