Surprise! The Fake Heiress is Actually an Ancient Master of Metaphysics! - Chapter 9

Tan Lingyin glanced at the tightly drawn curtains. “Open the curtains and the windows.”

The Zhao couple immediately complied.

Tan Lingyin tossed out two talismans, and with a flick of her fingers, two transparent streams of energy shot forth, causing the talismans to firmly adhere to the foreheads of the two people on the bed.

Huo Jingyan wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he thought he saw the talismans flicker for a brief moment.

Master Xuanqing rubbed his eyes, staring intently at the two talismans. “Was it just my imagination, or did those talismans actually glow…?”

Huo Jingyan whispered, “I saw it too.”

Master Xuanqing was astonished. “Just who is this girl’s master…?”

Tan Lingyin formed hand seals and began chanting in a low, obscure language.

As her voice filled the room, the temperature dropped rapidly.

A gust of wind seemed to rush in through the window, causing the curtains to billow wildly. The chilling air swirled around the occupants of the room.

Master Xuanqing and Huo Jingyan, protected by spiritual talismans, felt no cold at all.

Zhao Deming and his wife were unharmed as well, though they found the sudden wind eerie.

Tan Lingyin’s ponytail whipped about chaotically as she kept her eyes tightly shut, her pale pink lips moving faster and faster.

The curtains flapped noisily as Zhao Deming held his wife close, both too frightened to make a sound.

Suddenly, the talismans on the elderly couple’s foreheads lit up, the inscribed symbols shimmering with golden light.

“Fzzzt—”

The two exorcism talismans instantly burst into flames, turning to ashes.

Tan Lingyin’s eyes snapped open as she shouted coldly, “Stop right there!”

With a light step, she dashed toward the door at incredible speed.

The others hurried after her.

In the blink of an eye, Tan Lingyin vaulted over the railing, leaping from the second floor to the staircase below.

“Master!” Zhao Deming cried out in alarm, rushing down after her.

Huo Jingyan’s heart skipped a beat as he hurried downstairs, only to see Tan Lingyin land gracefully without a stumble.

The girl’s black ponytail swayed behind her as she seemed to chase after something unseen.

“Keep running, and I’ll reduce you to ashes!” Tan Lingyin brandished another talisman, hot on the heels of a shadowy figure.

The shadow hesitated for a moment before darting into a nearby room.

Tan Lingyin twisted the doorknob but found it locked.

Her delicate face was icy as she said coldly, “I know you died unjustly. I promise to guide you into the cycle of reincarnation.”

“Now let me in so we can talk properly.”

Zhao Deming finally caught up, panting heavily. “Master, you’ve got incredible stamina—running so fast!”

Tan Lingyin glanced at his pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead, replying indifferently, “It’s because your yang energy has been drained, leaving your body too weak.”

She knocked on the door, her voice softening considerably, “I can understand your desire for revenge, but look at your son—his body has grown weak and cold because of your presence. Do you really have the heart to continue?”

“Wh-what?” Zhao Deming was utterly bewildered.

Mrs. Zhao also hurried over in a fluster, “What exactly are you chasing after…?”

“His birth mother,” Tan Lingyin tapped lightly on the door with her knuckles. “She’s right inside.”

By now, Zhao Deming had grasped the situation. His voice trembled as he asked, “Little Master, are you saying… that malevolent spirit is my birth mother?”

Tan Lingyin responded coolly, “That’s right. Otherwise, you and your wife would have long been bedridden.”

Zhao Deming’s eyes widened. He pounded on the door with all his might, “Mom! Is that you? Mom! It’s me, Deming!”

He shouted while banging on the door, completely convinced by Tan Lingyin’s words.

Mrs. Zhao stepped away briefly and returned with a set of keys from somewhere. “Quick, I found the keys to this room.”

Zhao Deming took them and tried to unlock the door, but his trembling hands couldn’t steady the key into the lock.

Tan Lingyin snatched the keys, inserted them effortlessly, and turned the knob—the door swung open immediately.

As the door opened, a wave of icy, oppressive air rushed out.

Zhao Deming shivered violently this time, and Mrs. Zhao shrank behind him.

Tan Lingyin stepped inside. The room was pitch black, thick with ghostly energy.

“It’s so cold,” Mrs. Zhao huddled, hesitating to enter.

Tan Lingyin said, “Just wait at the doorway.”

Zhao Deming asked, “Can I not go in either?”

“She probably doesn’t want you to see her as she is now. That’s why she’s using her ghostly energy to repel you,” Tan Lingyin had already spotted the shadowy figure.

The ghost was shrouded in black, malevolent energy, its face twisted in agony.

Especially those hollow, pitch-black eyes, oozing dark ghostly energy—enough to haunt anyone who saw them.

Master Xuanqing and Huo Jingyan followed closely behind.

Xuanqing pushed his way to the front, “Step back, both of you! There’s an overwhelming evil presence here!”

He squeezed past them and peered into the room.

Inside, the curtains were tightly drawn, not a sliver of light penetrating the darkness.

But he could faintly sense something lurking in the corner.

Huo Jingyan had a strong sensitivity to supernatural entities, and the intense malevolence made him uneasy.

He moved behind Master Xuanqing and said to Tan Lingyin, “It’s dangerous inside. Let Master Xuanqing handle this.”

Tan Lingyin turned her head and smiled at him, “No need. For me, it’s a trivial matter.”

Master Xuanqing urged anxiously, “I know you want me to trust your abilities, but the evil energy here is too strong. At your young age, you can’t handle it—come out now!”

Tan Lingyin raised a finger to her lips with a serene smile, “Shh, you’re scaring her.”

The energy in the room began to stir, and the temperature dropped steadily.

Master Xuanqing whispered, “Oh no, she’s angry.”

He hastily fumbled for talismans and cinnabar, but a sudden golden light flashed in his eyes!

Tan Lingyin held a talisman between her fingers, its intricate symbols glowing with a radiant golden light.

Master Xuanqing: “!!!”

What kind of technique was this!?

Tan Lingyin turned her gaze to the corner of the room, her voice icy and clear, “Does it feel unbearable?”

The ghostly figure let out a hoarse, unpleasant voice: “What is this thing?”

When the talisman appeared, she had already been on guard. Though it didn’t touch her, she still felt discomfort.