Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty

Currently, the young woman was holding a fried chicken dipped in sweet and sour sauce in her left hand and a mung bean cake in her right hand. She was eating from left to right with relish.

Just watching Yue Ran eat would make anyone feel hungry. It was presented in a way that gave the impression that she was eating a fine delicacy that could only be found after sailing through the seven seas, as opposed to some ordinary restaurant food that could be spotted just anywhere. The index finger of Long Yuan could not help but move in response to such a clear display of enjoyment.

It was a visual feast for the eyes.

For some reason, she made him want to eat as well—a feeling he thought he had long lost.

"This mung bean cake suits my taste a lot," Yue Ran remarked smilingly. "Here, you can have a try."

Yue Ran rolled up her sleeves, pinched a small piece of pastry with a bare hand, and brought it to the mouth of the sword spirit, motioning for him to eat.

Long Yuan was a little stunned by her actions, but he still subconsciously accepted his master's kindness. A long-lost sweet feeling filled his senses. It seemed that the last time he had consumed this kind of thing (food) was hundreds or thousands of years ago. He could hardly remember it.

Parting his lips, Long Yuan bit the mung bean cake with his teeth, pulling it with his tongue into his mouth, tasted it, chewed it slowly, and then swallowed it all.

Following this series of actions, the sword spirit was compelled to look at Yue Ran with curiosity in his eyes.

Those masters he had contracted with in the past either had a passionate ambition to display themselves to the world or harbored intense hatred that needed to be avenged.

Those previous masters of his often regarded him as an crucial force, a helpful tool, or a weapon to utilize.

Besides, the purpose of having him around was merely to eliminate all their adversaries.

He had long been accustomed to being used as a tool without the need to involve any sort of feelings.

There was no need for him to feel anything for so long.

It has also been a very long time since he last consumed anything.

The straightforward gaze resting on her that eventually turned dazed by the sword spirit made Yue Ran smile with interest.

"What are you thinking about in that pretty head of yours, Long Yuan?" Yue Ran spoke, pulling back the sword spirit's wandering thoughts. "The food is going to get cold if you do not eat it soon."

Yue Ran took a sip of tea from the small porcelain glass and sighed comfortably, looking particularly satisfied with her current condition.

"This subordinate…" Long Yuan had just managed to utter these two words, but Yue Ran interrupted him.

"You do not need to be so formal to me, Long Yuan," she said.

"This subordinate is..." Long Yuan stopped talking, his words trailing off, when he was looked at by his master. He paused for a beat or two before continuing a little hesitantly, as if he were not used to this informal way of speaking: "I... I am a sword spirit, so... I... do not need to eat to stay alive."

"Hmm," Yue Ran hummed knowingly.

Silence ensued between them soon after.

Long Yuan shifted a little in his seat, feeling a little uncomfortable, before saying, "Master... is there nothing that you want to do?"

"Hm?" Yue Ran blinked and said, "Let me think about it." She rested a fist on her chin, tilting her head a little to the side, and thought for a while before continuing, "I want..." An enchanting smile suddenly appeared on her scarlet lips, and her bright eyes shone, seeming to contain crushed starlights—little lights like shining stars that looked especially dazzling. "The sky to collapse for me, the earth to crumble for me, the sun and the moon to bend their rays of light for me, and for everyone in the world to fear me."

Yue Ran spoke this sentence word for word, sounding neither quick nor slow, sonorous, and powerful. It did not sound like she was spouting empty words.

"I want to live wantonly, as I please."

Even if the young woman was dressed in tattered clothes, with her red skirt torn in several places, she herself was covered with mud, and her hair was tangled in little knots; even if she had just been driven out of the Sky Breeze Sect, leaving her penniless and having to pawn things to make ends meet, and she herself did not have any power left, the expression and temperament she held were incredibly fascinating. Enthralling. Mesmerizing.

No matter how unrealistic her words were, they still made him want to accompany her—it could be an impulse, an urge, or a desire—even to the ends of the world in order for her to achieve her aspirations.

"I see, master."

While staring at the young woman, Long Yuan himself did not even notice that the corners of his mouth had curved upward at some point in time.

As Yue Ran's sword and sword spirit, he should always aid her by her side and help her in her endeavors.

May his master realize all her wishes.

…

"Okay, let us go," Yue Ran said, brushing her fingers off little crumbs and then washing her hands on the bowl of tea by her side of the table. "Let us go and buy some clothes first."

She showed a gorgeous smile to Long Yuan. A pair of shining eyes focused on him were clear and affectionate.

"It is estimated that the Sky Breeze Sect will begin to hunt and besiege us very soon." Yue Ran spoke as she drank the last cup of tea in one gulp. A hand was raised to wipe the corner of her lips in a casual manner.