The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Transmigration

Immortal Realm, Linyu Village.

Autumn had just begun, and the chilly wind snaked into people’s sleeves, bringing a biting shiver.

Near the edge of the village, at a certain household, the main gate was slightly ajar. One could vaguely see a person sitting in the center of the courtyard, rhythmically waving a cattail leaf fan.

The man sitting in the yard had his sleeves rolled up, revealing fair arms. He was fanning a small clay stove. Atop the stove sat a clay pot, bubbling and releasing steam. The heat brought a touch of rosy color to the man’s sickly pale complexion. The entire courtyard was filled with the bitter, herbal fragrance of traditional medicine.

Creak—

The front gate was pushed open. The man turned his head, and upon seeing the visitor, his lips curled into a faint, gentle smile. His amorous peach-blossom eyes curved, instantly shimmering like rippling water.

“Oh my, why are you out of bed and brewing medicine yourself again? A-Yan told you that you’ve just recovered from a serious illness; the weather is getting cold, so you aren’t supposed to leave the room.” The young girl grumbled dissatisfyingly. She took off the basket from her back which was filled with freshly picked herbs, and turned to complain to the woman behind her, “A-Yan, look at him! He doesn’t care about his body at all!”

The woman behind her closed the door and frowned as she looked at the man in the yard.

Lin Qinghan smiled at her apologetically. “The Young Master still hasn’t woken up; I simply couldn’t sit still.”

“The Young Master is suffering for my sake. I can only do these trivial things to repay him.” Lin Qinghan lowered his eyes, his face full of self-reproach and regret. Even the frequency of his fanning slowed down.

“What do you mean ‘suffering for you’? The horse getting spooked was something no one could have predicted. You just happened to have a slightly better constitution, that’s all,” the young girl stepped forward to comfort him.

Lin Qinghan shook his head gently, letting out a bitter smile. “If only I had noticed sooner, we wouldn’t have fallen off the cliff and caused the Young Master such pain.”

“If the Young Master hadn’t protected me back then, he wouldn’t have been bedridden for half a month. The one lying in that bed should have been me.”

As he spoke, Lin Qinghan’s voice trembled. He couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands, as if he couldn’t bear to face reality.

“How is this your fault?! Even two strong men might not have been able to pull back a spooked horse, let alone when you were inside a carriage! You are a patient right now, and a patient should rest!”

Shen Miaomiao stepped forward and snatched the fan from his tight grip. Feeling both pity and anger, she fanned the stove fiercely a few times, making the flames flare up.

“Since he protected you, he wouldn’t want to see you neglecting yourself like this,” Ye Chaoyan added, trying to soothe the guilt-ridden man.

Lin Qinghan looked at the interface panel showing the Protagonist’s trust level toward him: -20. He lowered his gaze and whispered, “He will definitely blame me.”

Of course his Young Master would blame him—because it was he who engineered the fall off the cliff in the first place…

Yes, Lin Qinghan had transmigrated.

He had entered a “Loser’s Counterattack” style Dragon Aotian novel, becoming Villain Number One.

According to the plot, the original host was a spy planted by the protagonist’s side since childhood. However, for the first few decades, he was never utilized, so he stayed honestly by the protagonist’s side as a servant. It wasn’t until the protagonist, Ling Yanhe, turned seventeen and went on a journey that the spy received orders to push him off a cliff.

The protagonist, who had always trusted him, naturally fell for the trap. However, the original host was also meant to be silenced; the spooked horse sent them both plunging down the precipice. Fortunately, they were saved by the female lead, a traveling doctor at the foot of the mountain.

Under the careful care of the female lead and her friend, the original host woke up first. But he didn’t run away, nor did he take the chance to kill the protagonist. Instead, he stayed.

Why? Because he fell for the heavenly beauty of the female lead. For her sake, he was willing to risk being killed by the protagonist just to stay nearby.

When the protagonist finally woke up and saw the servant who hadn’t fled, he didn’t trust him, but in a strange environment, he had no choice but to use the only person he knew. Thus, he gave the original host a second chance.

But did the original host change his ways?

Of course not—otherwise, he wouldn’t be a villain.

While the protagonist and female lead were developing feelings for each other during his recovery, the original host stayed busy contacting his superiors. They planned a grand assassination to eliminate the protagonist once and for all.

Villain Number One had his own selfish motive: he wanted to swoop in and steal the female lead while she was heartbroken over the protagonist’s death.

Naturally, he failed and was discovered.

In Dragon Aotian novels, those who lust after the female lead usually meet a grisly end, especially someone who betrayed the protagonist twice. Upon learning the truth, the protagonist was enraged, awakened his Heavenly Demon Bone, entered a berserk state, and slaughtered everyone—including the original host.

Following this, the female lead loved the protagonist even more, and the protagonist himself was taken in as a closed-door disciple by the Immortal Yunyin, stepping into the world of the top immortal sect, the Lingxiao Sect.

Meanwhile, the original host had his limbs severed and was thrown into a fire until not even bone fragments remained.

When Lin Qinghan transmigrated, it was exactly at the turning point where they were saved by the female lead.

When Lin Qinghan first saw the original host’s gruesome death, he wanted to leave immediately. However, the system stopped him and “threatened” him with a multi-billion bonus to complete the mission. Thus, Lin Qinghan “humiliatingly” stayed.

But the task wasn’t as simple as he thought. Lin Qinghan instinctively glanced at the dense mission logs.

Main Mission: Complete the profiles of three villains and assist the Protagonist in unifying the world.

Current Character Mission: Complete the main plot, help the Protagonist awaken the Heavenly Demon Bone, and get him recruited by Immortal Yunyin.

Current Character Side Mission: Reach a Trust Level of 50+ with the Protagonist, then drop it to 0 before exiting the checkpoint.

Note: Aside from character missions, side missions must also be completed. Only then can the host exit the current checkpoint and unlock the next Character Card.

Yes, Lin Qinghan had to play Villain #1, Villain #2, and Villain #3, and be successfully killed by the protagonist three times before he could return to his original world.

When he first transmigrated, the system let him draw a role-play card. He accurately drew the hardest one out of “Nobleman,” “Close Friend,” and “Villain.”

The villain path was hard enough, but even worse, the protagonist was a ruthless, suspicious, and cold-blooded demon who wouldn’t blink while cutting off someone’s limbs. The deaths of the other two villains were even more horrific than the first.

And that wasn’t even the worst news.

The worst news was that this was an unfinished novel! It was a skeleton draft with only 30,000 words of actual text and the rest being just outlines!

Even those 30,000 words were only produced because Lin Qinghan had spent half a month hounding the “pigeon” author before he transmigrated!

Therefore, he only knew the general direction of the plot and the start and end of key events. He had no idea what would happen in between. If he had known he’d end up here, he would have forced that author to change the protagonist’s personality to a “hot-blooded idiot” and made him write 24/7!

Now, Lin Qinghan had been here for half a month, and the protagonist was about to wake up. He was about to face the man’s wrath and the first plot point: the first confrontation.

In the original story, the host lost miserably…

But Lin Qinghan wouldn’t just wait for death. Since he arrived, he had been preparing. Half a month was enough to prepare a grand gift for the protagonist.

Thinking of this, a trace of a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes.

“You there, what are you daydreaming about again?” Shen Miaomiao tapped Lin Qinghan’s forehead. “You care so much about your Young Master; he won’t say anything bad to you when he wakes up.”

The girl had bright eyes and white teeth. While watching the fire, she didn’t forget to comfort him. Shen Miaomiao, the pearl of the Shen family and Ye Chaoyan’s best friend—in modern terms, she was the female lead’s bestie and the protagonist’s little mother-in-law.

At this moment, in Lin Qinghan’s eyes, a bright number “60” hovered over her head. This was her Favorability Level toward him.

Lin Qinghan stood up, grabbed a small wooden stool for Shen Miaomiao, and took the basket she had set down. He began taking out the herbs one by one, laying them on the ground and patiently classifying them.

“If the Young Master truly blames me, it’s fine. I’ve made such a huge mistake; I don’t have the face to stay by his side anymore. Tomorrow, I’ll go to the market to find a newcomer so someone can serve the Young Master when he wakes.”

“You’re leaving?!”

Shen Miaomiao threw the fan on the ground and stood up, pointing at Lin Qinghan and then at the house behind him in shock. “You—how can you be so weak! No, you can’t leave.”

“Wait, I mean, you can’t just leave like this! This is A-Yan’s place. A-Yan hasn’t told you to leave, so how could he drive you away!”

Lin Qinghan lowered his eyes and remained silent, but his movements paused for a split second before he continued sorting the herbs.

Suddenly, a pair of delicate hands appeared in front of him, taking the herbs he had sorted.

“No need to leave.” Ye Chaoyan wasn’t good at comforting people. She pursed her lips for a moment before continuing, “Miaomiao and I both like you. You can stay here.”

Even though he hadn’t said anything, both of them were convinced the protagonist would drive him away upon waking.

Lin Qinghan pretended to look up at Ye Chaoyan in a daze. The corners of his eyes turned slightly red. Coupled with his sickly face, he looked utterly pitiable. Even Ye Chaoyan’s heart softened, and her previous awkwardness dissipated.

“Exactly, A-Yan said so. If you don’t have to leave, you can’t leave. If you go, no one will help me sort these herbs,” Shen Miaomiao added dominantly.

Lin Qinghan seemed stunned by their words. He lowered his eyes, his rims turning redder as he whispered, “Thank you, ladies.”

“Alright, alright. From now on, no one is allowed to talk about leaving,” Shen Miaomiao patted his back comfortingly.

Lin Qinghan nodded, took the brewed medicine from Shen Miaomiao, and looked at the two girls. “I’ll go feed this to the Young Master. Afterwards, I’ll cook for you both to express my gratitude.”

“Great! I’ve been tired of those dry rations for a long time,” Shen Miaomiao made a disgusted face. Ye Chaoyan nodded toward him.

Only when the bedroom door closed did Lin Qinghan breathe a sigh of relief. His weak expression vanished instantly, and his amorous eyes took on a sharp, piercing quality.

The system had provided two main aids: displaying favorability levels of non-protagonists, and loading his original appearance for the villain’s body. Of course, once he exited the checkpoint, the world’s memory would revert to the villain’s original face, not his. This allowed his “decent-looking” face to be put to good use.

Currently, Shen Miaomiao’s favorability was at 60, and Ye Chaoyan’s was at 55. In the original plot, the protagonist and the servant’s social standing at this point were essentially reversed—the one being targeted and disliked was now the protagonist.

His half-month of dedicated acting and sincere service to the unconscious protagonist hadn’t been in vain. He wondered if the man would enjoy the “loyal servant and master” drama he had prepared.

Lin Qinghan took two steps forward to the bedside and looked at the man lying there. The youth still had some boyishness on his face, but his sharp features foreshadowed his future dominance.

Lin Qinghan lowered his gaze and skillfully adjusted the bedding. After finishing, he dipped a handkerchief in water, wrung it dry, and gently wiped the sweat from the man’s forehead.

Suddenly, his wrist was gripped violently.

Lin Qinghan froze. He looked down into a pair of gloomy, dark eyes.

“Lin… Qinghan.”

The voice was somber, like the whisper of a vengeful ghost.

Lin Qinghan met those eyes filled with rage. As he watched, his own peach-blossom eyes slowly reddened, shimmering with tears. He leaned down toward the man, his warm breath fanning against the other’s ear.

“Young Master, during these days you were gone… I missed you very much.”

The grip on his wrist tightened suddenly, jerking him downward. As he tried to reach out to brace himself, a large hand clamped onto the back of his neck, pinning him down. Simultaneously, a thin wire was held against his throat, forcing him to tilt his head back to meet the man’s sinister gaze.

“Is that so?”

Lin Qinghan’s lips curled into a light smile, his previous fragile expression vanishing. He lifted his other hand and pressed a finger against the wire; a blood-red line immediately appeared on his skin, and a drop of blood trickled down. He looked at the man beneath him, the smile not reaching his eyes.

“Does the Young Master… not believe me?”

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