The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Proposing Marriage

“Why hasn’t the Great Sect Leader woken up yet?” a small servant whispered while leaning over the bedside.

“It’s all because you were too heavy-handed back then! The Third Sect Leader will be back in a moment just wait for your punishment!”

The older servant beside him slapped him, his tone harsh.

“It was clearly the Second Sect Leader who ordered us to kidnap those people. Who would have thought we’d actually kidnap the Great Sect Leader…” the small servant muttered under his breath, somewhat indignant.

“What are you muttering about?” The older servant shot him a glare.

Suddenly, a hand, startlingly white, reached out from the bed curtains. The small servant’s eyes widened, and he was so terrified he couldn’t speak, only able to frantically tug at the older servant who was tending to the flowers nearby.

The older servant, annoyed by the tugging, turned around with a reprimand already on his lips: “What is it now—” He cut himself off the moment he met the eyes of the person on the bed.

Thud,

The older servant dragged the smaller one down to kneel before the bed.

Looking at the pair of servants kneeling before him, Lin Qinghan’s expression turned quite peculiar.

“You two…” Lin Qinghan cleared his throat, preparing to question them.

“Great Sect Leader, the Third Sect Leader said he would be over in a moment,” the older servant interrupted him.

“It was the Third Sect Leader who said to kidnap everyone from the inn,” the younger servant added quickly.

The older servant, failing to stop him, hurriedly supplemented: “Xiao Wu has a loose tongue; please, Great Sect Leader, spare his life!”

Lin Qinghan looked at the two servants acting as if they were facing a mortal enemy, his mind a whirlwind of confusion. He didn’t respond immediately but opened his system panel.

His eyelid twitched when he saw the identity of “Great Sect Leader of the Hundred Demons Sect” suddenly added to his Character Card.

Is this some new plot development?

Lin Qinghan rubbed his temples and looked at the two kneeling on the floor. “How many people did you kidnap, and where are they?”

“Over thirty people. They are currently in the back mountain,” the older servant replied.

“You kidnapped everyone from the inn?” Lin Qinghan asked with a frown.

“Yes.” The older servant, seemingly afraid of his anger, added quickly, “The Third Sect Leader only said to bring people to practice techniques. He didn’t intentionally kidnap you, Great Sect Leader.”

Practicing techniques?

Detecting new plot point. Searching for relevant data for the host.

Huangshan Ridge: The place where the male and female leads of the Hundred Demons Sect confirm their feelings. The protagonist Ling Yanhe and his party are captured by the Second Sect Leader of the Hundred Demons Sect to practice techniques. Unexpectedly, the Second Sect Leader takes a fancy to the female lead, Ye Chaoyan, and wants to marry her. In a fit of rage for his beloved, Ling Yanhe kills the Second Sect Leader, learns the “White Bone Life-Death Art,” and wins Ye Chaoyan’s heart.

Seeing the system prompt, Lin Qinghan understood the situation.

In the original novel, this was just a small interlude mainly meant to advance the lead couple’s relationship; it wasn’t particularly important.

And the original host, having been sent by Ling Yanhe to keep watch outside the inn at night, hadn’t even entered the Hundred Demons Sect.

Lin Qinghan hadn’t expected the original host to actually be the Great Sect Leader of the Hundred Demons Sect.

Looking at the identity on his Character Card, a glint of mischief flashed in Lin Qinghan’s eyes.

“System, this plot segment doesn’t belong to my main or side quests, right?” Lin Qinghan asked.

It does not.

Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly. “So, it’s fine if this segment doesn’t follow the original script?”

As long as it does not affect the completion of the Main and Side quests, the host is free to improvise.

Hearing the system’s words, the smile on Lin Qinghan’s face deepened.

When you’re sleepy, someone hands you a pillow. He was just worrying about where to farm Trust Value.

“Where is the Third Sect Leader?” Lin Qinghan asked.

“Big Brother is looking for me?”

A clear voice came from outside, and the speaker walked in quickly like a gust of wind.

“What are you two doing kneeling here? Get out, don’t disturb my talk with Big Brother.” The man who entered looked about seventeen or eighteen. The boyishness hadn’t faded from his face, and his eyes were lowered, giving him a harmless appearance.

He carried a heavy youthful energy, unlike Ling Yanhe, who always put on airs like the dark clouds filling the sky on a rainy day.

“Yes.”

The older servant led the younger one out, leaving only the youth and Lin Qinghan in the room.

Lin Qinghan didn’t let down his guard just because of the youth’s appearance or the 100 favorability points above his head; anyone who could become the Third Sect Leader of the Hundred Demons Sect certainly had significant depth.

The youth stood by the bed, looking down at Lin Qinghan, his brow suddenly furrowing.

Just as Lin Qinghan gripped his Black Bone Fan, the youth moved.

The youth suddenly threw himself onto Lin Qinghan, his tears falling in large drops without warning, soaking the fabric at Lin Qinghan’s chest in no time.

“Big Brother, I missed you so much… Big Sister and I thought we’d never see you again, waaaaah…”

The sound of the youth’s sobbing came through. Lin Qinghan’s body stiffened. He clicked on the “Character Biography” tab on the panel and saw the introduction for this Third Sect Leader.

Wen Leyou: Early stage of Nascent Soul, Third Sect Leader of the Hundred Demons Sect, 300 years old. A peach blossom demon. Picked up by the original host at 200 years old. He regards the host as a biological brother with immense respect. He has a boisterous personality.

Lin Qinghan glanced at the bio, then looked down at Wen Leyou rubbing against his chest. The Black Bone Fan behind him vanished.

“Brother, why are you with those stinking immortals? Why haven’t you come to the Hundred Demons Sect to find us for all these years?” Wen Leyou looked up at Lin Qinghan, his eyes red and his voice full of grievance.

“There were reasons. The outside world is treacherous, and I didn’t have the chance to see you. I thought I’d stop by on this trip, but I didn’t expect to be kidnapped by you,” Lin Qinghan said, his face unchanging.

Mentioning the kidnapping, Wen Leyou immediately sat up from Lin Qinghan’s arms, looking somewhat embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to grab those people to scare them a bit; I never thought I’d kidnap you, Big Brother.”

“Scare them?” Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Yeah! I heard Big Brother was captured by people from the Immortal Realm, so I laid an ambush at the inn. I thought I’d catch some people to question them, but none of them knew Big Brother’s whereabouts.” Wen Leyou looked a bit dejected.

“Did you let them go afterward?” Lin Qinghan asked.

Wen Leyou nodded. “Big Sister used the Soul-Losing Curse on them, wiped their memories of the Hundred Demons Sect, and then had me release them. Big Sister said the Immortal Realm would definitely investigate so many people going missing, and it’s better to avoid unnecessary trouble.”

Lin Qinghan nodded.

It seemed this “Big Sister” was not as easy to fool as Wen Leyou.

Suddenly, the sound of suona horns drifted in from outside, catching Lin Qinghan’s attention.

“What’s so lively outside?” Lin Qinghan looked out.

“There’s a marriage proposal happening.” Wen Leyou let out a cold snort, his tone somber. “Among the people kidnapped yesterday, someone caught Big Sister’s eye. Big Sister said the person is an immortal, so a soul-binding ceremony must follow the customs of the Immortal Realm. I really don’t know what’s so good about those immortals.”

“Who is proposing?” Lin Qinghan asked suddenly.

Wen Leyou, thinking he hadn’t heard clearly, raised his voice: “Big Sister! Big Sister took a fancy to yesterday’s—”

Before Wen Leyou could finish, a light chuckle interrupted him.

“Big Brother, what are you laughing at?” Wen Leyou asked in confusion.

“I just thought of something funny.” Lin Qinghan patted the bewildered Wen Leyou and looked outside thoughtfully. “Come on, we can’t miss such a grand event.”

The back mountain.

The demons carrying the betrothal gifts didn’t even dare to breathe as they watched the scene before them.

“So, you’re unwilling to accept these gifts?” Hua Xueqiong asked coldly, looking at the youth covered in wounds.

Ling Yanhe didn’t respond. He stood his ground, his ink-colored robes dripping with blood, making him look like a Rakshasa straight out of purgatory.

Hua Xueqiong looked at the stubborn youth, the coldness in her eyes deepening. She raised her fingertips, and in a flash, several ice spikes shot toward Ling Yanhe.

In an instant, the demons gathered in the courtyard held their breath.

The Second Sect Leader’s strength was formidable late stage of Nascent Soul, just one step away from the Soul Transformation stage. The youth, on the other hand, was only at the Foundation Establishment stage and currently under the influence of Power-Dispersing Powder, unable to use a shred of internal power. How could he fight the Second Sect Leader?

The demons already disliked immortals, and seeing this, they were all waiting for the youth to make a fool of himself.

But Ling Yanhe’s performance did not go as they expected.

Even without internal power, he dodged the ice spikes with his physical movement; they didn’t even graze the corner of his clothes.

Seeing this, Hua Xueqiong’s face darkened. As the youth dodged the last spike, she hooked her finger, and a new ice spike grew from behind Ling Yanhe, lunging straight for his heart.

As the chill rose from behind him, Ling Yanhe’s eyes darkened, and a fine thread suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

Clang,

The ice spike collided with a bone fan and instantly shattered into pieces.

Hua Xueqiong turned around abruptly and saw the person walking toward her quickly. She froze on the spot, subconsciously murmuring: “Big Brother…”

“Subordinates pay respects to the Great Sect Leader and the Third Sect Leader!”

The demons who had been watching the spectacle now fell to their knees respectfully.

“Big Sister, look who’s back!” Wen Leyou, clutching Lin Qinghan’s sleeve, walked through the crowd of demons and rushed toward Hua Xueqiong with great excitement.

Lin Qinghan hadn’t expected so many people in the back mountain. Being pulled in front of her so suddenly by Wen Leyou, he could only start with a reassuring smile.

“Big Brother.” Seeing him, Hua Xueqiong’s eyes instantly reddened.

Ling Yanhe looked up at the person surrounded by the demons. That person’s gaze hadn’t shifted even a fraction during his approach. The fingers hanging at Ling Yanhe’s side curled slightly, and a fine thread coiled around his fingertip following his movement.

Lin Qinghan, seeing the woman before him looking as if she were about to cry, felt a bit lost for the first time. He gave a light cough. “I heard from Leyou, you’re proposing marriage?”

Hua Xueqiong nodded at his words.

Lin Qinghan scanned the surroundings, his gaze finally landing on the other party involved.

The man stood there covered in blood, an unreadable emotion brewing in his deep eyes.

“Hey, Big Brother!”

Lin Qinghan ignored Wen Leyou’s shout and walked toward Ling Yanhe.

He stopped only when the distance between them was close enough that others couldn’t overhear their whispers. Then, he leaned forward slightly, looking up at the youth with a teasing smile in his eyes.

“Young Master looks quite wretched.”

Ling Yanhe’s gaze fell upon him; the gloom and frustration suddenly dissipated, leaving only Lin Qinghan in his eyes.

Lin Qinghan only dropped that one sentence before turning around, the bone fan suddenly appearing in his hand.

“He cannot marry you,” Lin Qinghan spoke.

Standing behind him, Ling Yanhe’s eyebrows arched slightly, and his defensiveness melted away.

“Why?” Hua Xueqiong asked with a frown.

The bone fan unfurled, the pitch-black surface half-concealing Lin Qinghan’s face, hiding every bit of the mischievous smile on his lips.

“This man is my personal servant. He is not worthy of the Second Sect Leader of the Hundred Demons Sect.”

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