Yao Zuizui returned to the immortal realm.
Accompanying her was a streak of flowing light.
It traversed the barriers of time and space, pierced through the layered fortifications of the immortal realm, and directly merged into Suhei’s body.
Suhei’s face twisted in unbearable agony, enduring it with gritted teeth, longer than the last time.
As an immortal sovereign, he had never needed mortal sustenance like grains, nor did he ever expel impurities.
Yet now, a faint sheen of sweat appeared on Suhei’s nose.
He suppressed the pain, his fingers nearly tearing a hole in his indestructible immortal robes.
Yao Zuizui rushed in excitedly, “Immortal Sovereign, I did it! Will you take me as your disciple now?”
“Immortal Sovereign, what’s wrong?” Only after barging in did Yao Zuizui notice Suhei’s unusual state, her heart tightening in worry.
She didn’t care if she got hurt, but seeing the slightest frown on Suhei’s face pained her. Now, he was even sweating.
Yao Zuizui waited anxiously until Suhei slowly regained his usual transcendent, aloof demeanor.
“It’s none of your concern,” he replied coldly, his clear, dustless eyes pushing her away as if she were a thousand miles distant.
Yao Zuizui lowered her head dejectedly, murmuring timidly, “Immortal Sovereign, you promised… to take me as your disciple…”
“Mm. From now on, you are my disciple.” Suhei agreed indifferently, as if accepting her as a disciple was as trivial as exhaling.
Yao Zuizui lifted her head, wounded, but upon seeing Suhei’s peerless, flawless visage, she pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze again.
The Immortal Sovereign had saved her life—her very existence was his gift. Thus, she would strive with all her might to bring him joy.
And Suhei had once said that his greatest happiness would be to see the soul fragments of the Great Demon King Suhei purified completely, erasing his presence from the world forever.
So, Yao Zuizui mustered her courage and raised her head. “Immortal Sovereign, I’ll go to the next realm to purify another fragment of the Great Demon King’s soul.”
Finally, she caught the faintest trace of a smile on Suhei’s lips—content, relieved. “Good.”
Like a single ray of light bursting through endless darkness, it was the glimmer of hope she had endlessly pursued in her immortal life.
Overjoyed, Yao Zuizui transformed into a streak of light and left the immortal realm, heading for the next world.
She had succeeded—she had truly made the Immortal Sovereign smile.
Someone as benevolent and compassionate as him, who cared for all under heaven—she, too, would strive for world peace, just like him.
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“Qiqi, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and grab the stuff! We still need to go home and cook hot pot—I’m starving! I’ll go pick out some meat first~” A sultry voice jolted Yao Zuizui out of her daze.
Snapping back to reality, Yao Zuizui realized she had transmigrated into this world.
The original body was named Qi Qiqi, a soon-to-graduate college student currently shopping at a supermarket with her best friend Feng Ran, preparing ingredients for a hot pot dinner at their shared apartment.
But five minutes later, Qi Qiqi would die.
Killed by the apocalypse.
Supermarkets, densely packed with people, were the fastest-spreading grounds for the zombie virus.
Zombies could easily grab fleeing victims, their bites spraying blood into the air, emitting a sickly sweet, enticing scent.
The original Qi Qiqi, simple-minded, stood no chance against the horde and was torn apart alive.
Recalling this, Yao Zuizui shuddered, the sensation of being bitten by zombies feeling as vivid as if she’d experienced it herself—just the thought made her skin crawl.
Shaking her head, Yao Zuizui surveyed her surroundings.
Five minutes until the apocalypse.
With the Lunar New Year approaching, the supermarket was still a scene of peace and festivity.
Joyful holiday music played overhead as crowds bustled about, loading carts and forming long checkout lines.
No time left.
That was the only thought in Yao Zuizui’s mind as she began frantically piling food into her cart.
She needed to stock up on essentials—no room for flashy snacks.
Pushing her cart, she headed straight for the biscuit aisle, grabbing two boxes of compressed crackers.
Then to the water section, hauling two large bottles of mineral water.
“Need some canned food too,” Yao Zuizui thought. No matter how tough things got, she couldn’t survive on just crackers—she needed protein.
Her eyes landed on the tuna cans neatly arranged on the top shelf, their labels depicting plump, tempting fish.
She stretched on tiptoes, but couldn’t reach…
Yao Zuizui cursed the original body’s height—barely over 1.5 meters. So short that even fighting zombies would be a hassle, let alone the embarrassment of failing to grab a can.
Three minutes until doomsday.
A clean, slender hand with distinct knuckles reached over, effortlessly retrieving several cans and placing them in her cart.
Yao Zuizui followed the hand to its owner—a man in a black turtleneck, wearing frameless glasses.
Refined, cultured, yet with an air of hidden depravity.
The latter descriptor surfaced because this man was Suhei.
Black hair, black eyes, black clothes—his pale skin almost translucent in contrast.
His features were exquisitely handsome, flawless, yet his aura carried an unsettling restraint.
Like darkness poised to devour, ready to consume everything in an unguarded moment.
He smiled softly, his voice gentle. “Miss, do you need help with anything else?”
“No, thank you,” Yao Zuizui nodded slightly.
“Qiqi, what are you doing here?” Feng Ran approached, dropping a pack of frozen beef slices into the cart. Spotting Suhei, her perfectly arched brows lifted. “And who’s this handsome guy?”
“My name is He Si,” Suhei replied politely, his smile as enchanting as a noble from a manga.
“Hi, I’m Feng Ran.” She extended a hand for a handshake, but Yao Zuizui yanked her away.
Time was running out—no room for Feng Ran’s flirtations.
“Qiqi, what’s your problem? I didn’t even get his WeChat!” Feng Ran whined as she was dragged along.
“No need. It won’t matter soon anyway,” Yao Zuizui muttered, stuffing chocolates into the cart.
“Hey, why are you grabbing these?” Feng Ran’s attention shifted to the cart’s contents, wailing, “Where are the enoki mushrooms, baby bok choy, tofu skin, lettuce, and spinach?! Those are my favorites!”
One minute until the end.
Ignoring Feng Ran, Yao Zuizui grabbed a large plastic bag and began packing everything into it.
Feng Ran trailed behind, grumbling, “Qiqi, you’re acting weird today. No—not just weird, really weird!”
Yao Zuizui sighed, handing Feng Ran a smaller bag with bread and milk—rations for the immediate future. “Just hold onto this.”
Feng Ran took it, bewildered, wondering if she needed to take Qiqi to a doctor.
Ten seconds.
He Si stood behind a shelf, watching Yao Zuizui’s hurried movements through the gaps, his lips curving into a flawless, mesmerizing smile.
His laughter was angelic yet devilishly captivating, an eerie harmony of contradictions.
His gaze never left Yao Zuizui as he murmured, “Interesting. What do you know?”
Doomsday—arrived.
The first to turn was a middle-aged man in the checkout line.
He dropped his basket, his skin instantly rotting as he seized the plump woman ahead and sank his teeth into her neck.
The next second, her head rolled meters away.
Yet her headless body and detached skull twitched, drawn together before reattaching…
Screams erupted as the crowd scattered in panic.
Everyone became fugitives—some tripped in fear, only to be trampled underfoot as others fled.
No one spared a glance for the man whose skull was crushed underfoot.
In life-or-death moments, survival was all that mattered.
The zombie virus spread exponentially—one to two, two to four.
Defenseless humans, once caught, had no escape from becoming zombies.
A few brave souls wielded supermarket tools—spatulas, hammers—to strike down a zombie, only to be swarmed by others seeking vengeance.
Feng Ran was paralyzed with terror, her soul seemingly fled.
If not for Yao Zuizui’s grip, she would’ve collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
“Qiqi, what do we do? We’re going to die… we’re going to die…” Feng Ran’s lips trembled, her face ashen with fear.
“Don’t panic. Follow me!” Yao Zuizui hoisted Feng Ran onto her back, gripping her hand as she headed for the supermarket’s storage room.
She’d visited this store often and knew its layout well.
The checkout area was now a zombie stronghold—without weapons and burdened by Feng Ran, breaking through was impossible.
But the storage room had only one entrance, accessible from inside the supermarket, offering an easy escape.
Her calm, practiced movements caught He Si’s attention.
Silently intrigued, he followed at a distance, observing her meticulously.
The zombies surging into the supermarket ignored him entirely, their attacks veering around him as if he were invisible.
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