The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Curiosity

“Why is the Tianhai Pavilion shaking so violently? Give us an explanation!” a luxuriously dressed man shouted loudly.

“I came here to buy magical treasures, not to lose my life. Get out of my way, now!”

Seeing that the guards in front of him still stood firm with no intention of yielding, the man pointed at them displeasurably and grumbled a few more loud complaints. However, the row of guards remained as unresponsive as they had been moments ago.

For reasons unknown, those waiting for the auction to begin had been mysteriously surrounded by guards. They were neither allowed to leave nor told why, and with the Tianhai Pavilion swaying from time to time, resentment had long been building in everyone’s hearts. Initially, the sight of the guards’ blades had caused some trepidation, but now, led by the man speaking out, the crowd began to clamor.

Seeing this, the lead man grew bolder, stepping forward to shove a guard in an attempt to force his way out.

“Ah!”

Cold light flashed, blood splattered, and a wave of screams erupted. The man’s eyes widened in shock; before he could even process what had happened, his head hit the ground with a thud.

The guard who struck didn’t even spare a glance at the corpse. He simply sheathed his long blade and stood back in his original position, motionless.

The crowd he blocked was now paralyzed with panic. Their eyes were filled with terror as they instinctively recoiled, trying to get as far away from the corpse as possible. Some were so sickened by the bloody scene that they leaned against chairs and vomited.

Gradually, the sound of low sobbing filled the air.

The Tianhai Pavilion continued to shudder intermittently. This time, no one dared to speak out in protest; they simply huddled together, seeking comfort from one another.

No one noticed a figure flashing past the stairs, heading straight for the first floor.

Su Nianhuan, her face deathly pale, managed to evade several guards from the third floor and finally reached the first. Her panic didn’t stem from the guards or the upheaval of the pavilion, but from the fact that since entering Tianhai Pavilion, she hadn’t caught a single glimpse of that demon slave.

If she failed to kill the demon slave today, she feared the Su family would no longer want her—a concubine-born daughter who had lost her reputation.

Thinking of the smug smiles of the legitimate sons and daughters of the clan, Su Nianhuan’s expression grew even darker. She ignored her own safety and refused to wonder about the cause of the pavilion’s changes; her mind was entirely consumed by the need to find that damn demon slave.

Su Nianhuan walked through the first floor, eventually stopping at the door of a wing room. She vaguely heard the sound of wind coming from inside. Without time to think, she pushed the door open, her gaze moving from the wrecked room to the secret passage in the corner.

Is that demon slave down there?

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps outside, Su Nianhuan didn’t hesitate. She quickly shut the door and stepped into the secret passage.

When she reached the bottom, she saw an open stone door and the demon slave kneeling in the center of the secret chamber.

A surge of immense joy filled her heart. Su Nianhuan did a brief scan of the chamber before fixing her gaze on Lin Qinghan.

The other party’s condition was very poor—this was her chance to strike.

The moment the array shattered and Lin Qinghan lost his strength, Su Nianhuan moved. She threw her flying claw directly toward Lin Qinghan’s chest, waiting for the moment it would pierce his heart. But that moment never came.

A man suddenly caught the collapsing Lin Qinghan, and she was pinned to the ground by an overwhelming weight of fine threads, rendered unable to move.

Su Nianhuan looked at the man behind Lin Qinghan in astonishment. The moment she recognized his face, she froze. Because of the fine threads, she naturally identified him as the demon slave’s master, but on that day at the Sihai Hall, he had been masked, so she hadn’t seen his face.

Now she realized this man was actually the eldest son of the Ling family—that waste who had only reached the Qi Refining stage after ten years of cultivation, her former trash fiancé who had brought her so much humiliation. She remembered Ling Yuan telling her that this man had been pushed off a cliff and had no possibility of survival.

How could he possibly appear here, perfectly fine?!

Not only was Ling Yanhe alive, but he could also forcibly suppress her and Ling Yuan. Had this man’s cultivation been hidden all along?

At this thought, Su Nianhuan’s gaze darkened as she stared fixedly at Ling Yanhe.

But he didn’t even look at her.

Ling Yanhe allowed Lin Qinghan to lean against his shoulder. He looked down into Lin Qinghan’s unfocused eyes and at the crimson thorns spreading from his collar to his face. An unreadable emotion surfaced in his dark eyes.

He supported Lin Qinghan with one hand, then reached out with the other to pick up the fallen Black Bone Fan. He pried open Lin Qinghan’s clenched right hand, placed the fan in his palm, and then supported his hand to grip the fan tight.

Ling Yanhe looked at the crimson thistle flowers on Lin Qinghan’s face, a hint of a smile flashing in the depths of his eyes. He guided Lin Qinghan to raise his hand, the bone fan pointing directly at Su Nianhuan in the corner.

“Kill her.”

The lazy, playful voice fell by Lin Qinghan’s ear. In an instant, a strange red light flashed within those unfocused eyes.

Lin Qinghan, who had been leaning weakly in Ling Yanhe’s arms, acted as if he were being manipulated. He slowly lifted his head and fixed his gaze on the person in the corner. His cold, soulless stare made Su Nianhuan’s heart sink.

Ling Yanhe watched as Lin Qinghan stood up from his arms and walked toward Su Nianhuan. His eyes curved slightly; his cold gaze held a smile that made one’s skin crawl.

“Ling Yanhe, you can’t kill me! I have an engagement with you! If you kill me today, the Su family and the Ling family won’t forgive you!” Su Nianhuan watched Lin Qinghan approaching and hurriedly shouted at Ling Yanhe.

Interrupted, Ling Yanhe looked at Su Nianhuan with displeasure. His gloomy, sinister gaze made her shudder involuntarily.

“Don’t you know best? He is already dead.”

As the cold voice fell, a wave of immense terror crashed down on Su Nianhuan, making it hard for her to breathe.

Ling Yanhe actually knows?!

He actually knew that all of this was a plan between herself and Ling’s mother.

Su Nianhuan was never willing to marry a waste, but as a concubine-born daughter, her marriage was decided by the Clan Leader, and she had no choice. So, she intentionally sought out Ling Yuan. It happened that Ling’s mother also had other ideas about the engagement, so the three of them planned to push him off a cliff to break the contract.

She thought Ling Yanhe was unaware of this. If he had known all along, he likely would have harbored killing intent toward her long ago.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Su Nianhuan felt for the first time that death was so close.

Puchi—

The Black Bone Fan pierced through a chest, and blood seeped out, staining the clothes red. The expected death did not fall upon her; Su Nianhuan’s eyes widened suddenly, and she froze in place as she saw the scene before her.

Ling Yanhe looked with some surprise at Lin Qinghan, who had suddenly appeared in front of him. Those deep black eyes were no longer unfocused, but completely clear. The crimson marks crawled across Lin Qinghan’s face, adding a touch of soul-stirring bewitchment to his originally cold, jade-white features.

Blood stained the white clothes red, but Ling Yanhe didn’t care. He hooked his finger, but the person before him showed no reaction.

Lin Qinghan half-closed his eyes as he looked at the man before him. He had indeed lost focus for a moment when the array was broken; the heart-gnawing pain had nearly swallowed him whole. But a warm, powerful vitality had surged through his body, suppressing that pain, and he gradually regained his consciousness.

Just now was merely a strategy; he wanted to see what Ling Yanhe intended to do.

He certainly remembered that Su Nianhuan wanted to take his life, but compared to the negligible threat she posed, Lin Qinghan hated being manipulated by Ling Yanhe even more.

He had originally intended to give Su Nianhuan a lesson, but now he didn’t want to. He only wanted to make Ling Yanhe realize that he could not be manipulated.

Suddenly, a light chuckle reached Lin Qinghan’s ears. He looked at Ling Yanhe with confusion.

The other was looking up at him, a strange light flashing in his sinister eyes.

Ling Yanhe was laughing—a laugh mixed with an uncontrollable madness that made one’s hair stand on end. Lin Qinghan couldn’t help but frown when he realized this.

A low, raspy voice carrying a touch of sickly mania fell by Lin Qinghan’s ear.

“You don’t want to kill her? Then I’ll help you.”

Hearing this, Lin Qinghan turned his head abruptly. He saw a fine thread viciously slice across Su Nianhuan’s neck. Blood sprayed out, landing in his field of vision and staining it with a vivid red.

Ling Yanhe looked up at Lin Qinghan. He didn’t care about the blood constantly seeping from his chest; his gaze remained fixed on Lin Qinghan.

He saw Lin Qinghan turn back around and look down at him, a strange crimson light flashing in those beautiful eyes.

He hadn’t told Lin Qinghan that the person who was host to the Symbiotic Gu would continuously gravitate toward the holder of the Mother Gu. Lin Qinghan would become more and more like him.

Suppressing the Sub-Gu was indeed a good method.

But when the Gu was acting up, it was too easy to cause the person hosting the Sub-Gu to lose control. All it took was a bit of blood to stir up the greatest desires in one’s heart and reveal their true nature.

Ling Yanhe had never intended to let Su Nianhuan live, but seeing such a good show gave her death some meaning.

Lin Qinghan’s cold eyes fixed on Ling Yanhe. At some point, black feathered tails had emerged from the corners of his eyes, covering the crimson thorns.

“Go to hell.”

Upon hearing those harsh, icy words, Lin Qinghan’s black wings suddenly unfurled. Simultaneously, raging flames ignited from all around the secret chamber.

Violent shaking, falling stones, and burning fire—it seemed as though death was about to descend.

Ling Yanhe only looked at the person before him. The madness in his eyes was impossible to hide. Like a lonely, mischievous child who had suddenly obtained a favorite toy, a look of slight surprise appeared on his face.

“So your obsession is actually this.”

He had originally viewed Lin Qinghan as a hollow vase with nothing but a pretty shell—possessing a hypocritical, kind face, but in reality, a single push would send him shattering on the ground.

Thus, he could control the other’s life and death at will.

Now, Ling Yanhe looked at the person before him, the smile on his face deepening.

Lin Qinghan was a lunatic, just like him.

This person was actually able to go to such lengths just to kill him; it was truly a surprise.

Now, he didn’t want Lin Qinghan to die. He wanted him to live well, so he could personally tear off the other’s disguise.

He wanted to see Lin Qinghan’s even crazier inner self.

One hand covered Lin Qinghan’s hand that held the Black Bone Fan, then guided him to apply slight force, sinking the bone fan deeper into his chest.

Lin Qinghan seemed startled by the action and was dazed for an instant. Ling Yanhe took the opportunity to stroke the corner of his mouth with his finger. Lin Qinghan almost subconsciously bit down, and instantly, the taste of blood spread in his mouth.

The crimson in the depths of Lin Qinghan’s eyes faded, and the thorns on his face dissipated, retreating back to his heart.

In the next instant, the strength in his body seemed to be drained away as he fell forward into the arms of the person beneath him. Ink-black wings covered them both; it was unclear who was holding whom.

Ling Yanhe reached out and slid his hand under Lin Qinghan’s arm, pressing down on the base of the wings on his back, causing the person in his arms to shrink back.

“Don’t move.”

Ling Yanhe spoke subconsciously, but the person in his arms had long since lost consciousness. He didn’t hear the words and only reacted instinctively. He withdrew his bitten fingertip and then smeared it harshly across the other’s lips. The person in his arms, dissatisfied with the action, couldn’t help but frown.

Rumble.

A massive falling rock crashed down, drawing Ling Yanhe’s gaze away.

The Tianhai Pavilion was about to collapse; they had to leave immediately.

Ling Yanhe looked down at Lin Qinghan pressing against him and slightly arched an eyebrow: “You certainly know how to find trouble for me.”

Responding to him was only the shaking ground and the restless wings of the person in his arms.

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