Surprise! The Fake Heiress is Actually an Ancient Master of Metaphysics! - Chapter 11

“You discovered your husband’s infidelity while you were pregnant. Instead of restraining themselves after being found out, they became even more brazen, flaunting their affair right before your eyes.”

Tan Lingyin’s voice was cool and detached, her unique tone paired with her calm narration making it impossible not to be drawn into the story.

“You thought that after giving birth, you could finally free yourself from that despicable pair. But you never imagined you’d die on the operating table during the C-section.”

“Only in your final moments did you realize they had planned to kill you all along—to keep the child but eliminate the mother—because your husband’s mistress couldn’t bear children.”

“After that, you were suppressed within the graveyard. It wasn’t until that heavy rainstorm that you finally broke free to seek revenge.”

Listening to Tan Lingyin’s words, Chen Qing’s face involuntarily darkened with ghostly patterns. Her voice turned icy as she hissed, “Yes… you’re absolutely right!”

“That wretched pair did exactly that!”

“I want to kill them!”

Tan Lingyin waved her hand, her tone steady as she reminded her, “Chen Qing, calm down.”

Strangely, Chen Qing found herself soothed by her voice. “Master, how did you know all this? Can you really deduce so many details just by divination?”

Beside them, Master Xuanqing had also finished his calculations. He had deduced that Chen Qing had been murdered and that there were deceitful people around her, but he couldn’t uncover the specifics Tan Lingyin had described.

Unable to hold back, Master Xuanqing asked, “Girl, how did you figure all this out?”

Tan Lingyin looked at Chen Qing and smiled gently. “That’s a secret—not to be spoken.” She then glanced back at Master Xuanqing. “Isn’t that right, Master Xuanqing?”

Xuanqing didn’t press further. After all, in the realm of metaphysics, some things simply couldn’t be spoken outright.

Chen Qing didn’t ask more either. Instead, she said, “Master, I’ve committed grave sins now. Does that mean I’ll be condemned to the Hungry Ghost Realm…?”

Tan Lingyin shook her head slightly. “You suffered a wrongful death in your past life. You should have entered the cycle of reincarnation in the Human Realm immediately, but you were maliciously suppressed, allowing resentment and hatred to fester within your grave. That’s what turned you into what you are now.”

“Everything you’ve done is part of the cycle of karma. Their suppression of you was the cause, and your revenge is the effect. They brought this upon themselves. Your ties to this world are now resolved.”

“I will send you to the Human Realm, but what kind of life you’ll have next depends entirely on the merits you’ve accumulated in this existence.”

Chen Qing knelt before Tan Lingyin, pressing her forehead deeply to the ground. “Chen Qing thanks the Master for sparing me!”

Tan Lingyin raised her hand slightly. “No need to thank me. This was always your rightful fate.”

“Take the remaining time to speak with your son.”

She stepped back slowly, retreating to the doorway to give Chen Qing and the Zhao Deming couple their space.

Chen Qing looked at Zhao Deming, her pale face flickering with a trace of awkwardness. “Child, I’ve made you suffer these past few days…”

“In my quest for revenge, I couldn’t always control the malevolent energy around me. It must have affected you.”

Zhao Deming quickly replied, “No, no! I haven’t suffered at all! Aside from feeling a bit low on energy, everything’s been fine!”

Madam Zhao nodded fervently. “Yes, compared to Dad and… well, compared to those two lying in bed, we’re doing just fine!”

They had always wondered why only their parents were severely affected at home, while they, their son, and the servants remained unharmed.

Now it seemed clear—Chen Qing had never intended to harm them. In fact, she had deliberately made the servants fall ill so they could take leave and return home.

Chen Qing gazed tenderly at Zhao Deming, longing to reach out and touch him, but she couldn’t.

If she tried to make contact, the stronger yin energy clinging to her would inevitably transfer to him.

Seeing her raise her hand, Zhao Deming quickly reached out as well, calling, “Mom!”

Chen Qing immediately withdrew her hand. “My child, I couldn’t be there to watch you grow up, but seeing you now—with a happy family, a loving wife, and children—fills my heart with joy.”

“If you can just visit my grave once a year from now on, that will be more than enough for me.”

Zhao Deming burst into tears, and beside him, Mrs. Zhao wiped her eyes repeatedly.

Chen Qing’s ghostly pale face couldn’t shed tears, but her expression revealed both sorrow and deep contentment.

Tan Lingyin watched the two humans and one ghost reminisce about Zhao Deming’s life over the years, a faint smile playing on her lips.

How wonderful. Once she sent Chen Qing on her way, she’d have another act of merit to her name!

Master Xuanqing stroked his beard and sighed. “Heaven truly takes pity—to let us discover this poor, suffering spirit.”

Tan Lingyin turned to him with a bright smile. “Master Xuanqing, what do you think of my divination skills?”

“Impressive, truly impressive!” Master Xuanqing praised sincerely before pressing, “But this matter alone isn’t enough to convince me that you can resolve Jingyan’s death curse.”

“No rush. There’s plenty of time—you’ll believe me eventually.” Tan Lingyin arched her delicate brows, then glanced at Huo Jingyan. “On one condition: he can’t leave my side. Otherwise, I won’t lift a finger for him.”

Before Master Xuanqing could ask why, Huo Jingyan spoke first.

A faint smile touched Huo Jingyan’s eyes, though something unreadable lurked in their depths. “Fine. I won’t leave you.”

Tan Lingyin grinned and tilted her chin up. “Mr. Huo’s life is under my protection now!”

Her radiant smile seemed to freeze in Huo Jingyan’s gaze.

By the time he snapped out of it, she had already walked over to Zhao Deming and his wife.

Tan Lingyin said, “It’s about time. You should be on your way now. Lingering too long with them will only disrupt both your fortunes.”

Chen Qing quickly agreed. “I’ll do as the master says. I’ll leave immediately—I mustn’t bring them any harm.”

Tan Lingyin took out a talisman and ran her fingers over it. “Time to draw blood again.”

Chen Qing said apologetically, “I’m sorry to trouble you, Master. This must be such a hassle.”

Tan Lingyin chuckled. “No trouble at all. This is part of my duty as a mystic.”

Most spirit talismans didn’t require blood to activate, but higher-tier ones—like manifestation talismans and reincarnation talismans—needed to be carried by the mystic for some time to absorb their spiritual energy before use.

If not prepared in advance, the mystic would have to draw blood on the spot to compensate for the talisman’s missing spiritual power.

Tan Lingyin bit her fingertip and began tracing the talisman with her blood.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation meant talismans were also divided into six types. The one she was drawing now belonged to the Human Realm.

Master Xuanqing watched from a distance, skeptical that Tan Lingyin could actually complete a Human Realm talisman. He was waiting for her to ask for his help.

But as they waited, they saw the talisman in Tan Lingyin’s hand begin to glow—

“By the Supreme Decree, your lonely soul is liberated, all wandering spirits, may the fourfold births receive grace…”

“Whether male or female, you bear your own fate, wealth or poverty, you reap what you sow…”

Tan Lingyin murmured incantations under her breath, the strands of hair at her temples fluttering despite the absence of wind.

She tossed out the Human Realm talisman in her hand, and in an instant, the paper expanded mid-air. The glowing crimson spiritual patterns on its surface trembled briefly.

Immediately afterward, a swirling current of air appeared in the room, forming before Tan Lingyin. It billowed her T-shirt backward and sent her ponytail swaying unsteadily.

“Six Paths of Reincarnation, Human Realm—open!”

As the girl’s cold, clear voice rang out, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Then, the entire space began to distort.

The blood-red talisman slowly split down the middle, and a pitch-black fissure materialized out of thin air.

Zhao Deming quickly pulled his wife behind Tan Lingyin, both of them too terrified to make a sound.

Chen Qing looked at Zhao Deming’s face and smiled—a serene, relieved expression.

My son, I hope you and your family live peacefully from now on. Mom is leaving.

Tan Lingyin gazed at the entrance to the Human Realm and said solemnly, “Chen Qing, hurry inside!”

Chen Qing floated to the entrance and bowed deeply to Tan Lingyin. “Master, thank you.”

“Mom!” Zhao Deming called out, his voice trembling, tears streaming down his face.

Perhaps this was the bond thicker than water—even though his mother had become a ghost, he still felt the same childlike attachment to her.

Chen Qing paused for a moment, then without hesitation, drifted into the entrance.

Tan Lingyin whispered another incantation, and the entrance to the Human Realm slowly began to close.

The talisman, split in mid-air, instantly crumbled into ashes.

The distorted space returned to normal.