The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Reversal

Servant?

Almost as soon as Lin Qinghan’s words fell, the gaze of all the demons landed on Ling Yanhe.

This man was indeed highly skilled in martial arts, but with his rebellious and untamable appearance, would he truly be willing to be someone’s servant?

Lin Qinghan didn’t care about the puzzled looks of the crowd. He held up his folding fan while checking the character profile of this Second Sect Leader.

Hua Xueqiong: Late stage of Nascent Soul, Second Sect Leader of the Hundred Demons Sect. Original form is Chenxiang (Agarwood). 350 years old. Picked up by the original host at age 100, and founded the Hundred Demons Sect together with the host. Personality is cautious and introverted.

This Hua Xueqiong was indeed not as easy to fool as Wen Leyou.

Lin Qinghan looked up at the value of 100 above Hua Xueqiong’s head and was slightly surprised.

He hadn’t expected someone like Hua Xueqiong to have a 100% favorability rating for the original host, who had left without saying goodbye.

“Big Brother, this person is not of a kind sort,” Hua Xueqiong spoke with a frown, unwilling to comply.

“In that case, I can’t leave him to you, Xueqiong.” Lin Qinghan took a step back. The Black Bone Fan tapped lightly on Ling Yanhe’s shoulder, sliding past his collarbone, until the sharp edge of the fan rested against the other’s neck.

Ling Yanhe’s gaze was fixed directly on Lin Qinghan, unidentifiable emotions surging in the depths of his dark eyes.

“I will watch over him personally.” Lin Qinghan looked up to meet Ling Yanhe’s eyes, his brows tilting up slightly.

A hint of a smile fell into Ling Yanhe’s sight, lighting up a spark within his pitch-black eyes.

“That’s right, Big Sister! You said yourself this man isn’t kind. Let Big Brother interrogate him for a few days. If there’s no problem, it won’t be too late to talk about the proposal then,” Wen Leyou, who disliked immortals to begin with, hurriedly added his support.

Hua Xueqiong’s expression turned somewhat displeased upon hearing this. She looked at Lin Qinghan: “Does Big Brother truly not want to give him to me?”

Lin Qinghan didn’t answer but looked at Ling Yanhe, asking with great consideration: “Are you willing to follow the Third Sect Leader?”

Ling Yanhe stared straight at him, his face as cold and unreadable as ever, only his dark pupils carried a strong sense of pressure.

While the demons waited for Ling Yanhe’s response, they heard a low, light chuckle from him.

“I’ll listen to the Young Master.”

The lazy tone mixed with a long drawl fell into Lin Qinghan’s ears, making his heart skip a beat involuntarily.

So this is what it feels like to be called “Young Master”…

It feels pretty good.

The curve of Lin Qinghan’s brows deepened. He retracted the Black Bone Fan from the other’s neck, reined in his expression, and turned to look at Hua Xueqiong.

Since things had been said to this extent, there was no more room for maneuvering.

Even if Hua Xueqiong had ten thousand thoughts, she could only suppress them now. She looked at Lin Qinghan, a trace of complex emotion flashing in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she finally compromised: “In that case, we shall do as Big Brother says.”

With that, her gaze fell on the person behind Lin Qinghan.

The dark pupils that had been as silent as a stagnant pool were now looking past Lin Qinghan at her. The other’s eyebrow was slightly arched, and his eyes held an undisguised sneer, which, combined with those inky pupils, made her subconsciously frown.

It is inappropriate for this person to stay by Big Brother’s side.

Almost instantly, this thought surged in Hua Xueqiong’s heart.

Afterward, she stopped looking at the immortal and fixed her gaze on Lin Qinghan, her tone firm: “Even though he is Big Brother’s servant, he cannot receive special treatment. Later, I will send someone to teach him how to serve his master. If Big Brother rejects this as well, then this person cannot remain in the Hundred Demons Sect.”

Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Hua Xueqiong with a bit more seriousness and scrutiny.

It seemed she didn’t truly intend to marry Ling Yanhe; this move seemed only to keep him in the sect…

“Fine,” Lin Qinghan replied.

He wanted to see what the Second Sect Leader was planning.

Hearing this, Hua Xueqiong breathed a secret sigh of relief, and her expression relaxed: “Since Big Brother has returned to the sect today, a banquet must be held to welcome you. The people taken from the inn have not yet been dealt with. Later, let Leyou take Big Brother for a tour of the surroundings. This little sister will take her leave first.”

“I have two friends among them. Please take care of them for me, little sister,” Lin Qinghan said.

Hua Xueqiong nodded. After asking for the physical descriptions of Ye Chaoyan and Shen Miaomiao, she bowed and turned to leave, taking with her the crowd of demons that had been kneeling for a long time.

Only after they left did Wen Leyou skip over to Lin Qinghan, the smile on his face impossible to hide.

“Thanks to Big Brother! Usually, I wouldn’t dare speak to Big Sister like that. Since Big Brother left, she hasn’t been as lively as before.” At this, Wen Leyou pouted, looking a bit unhappy, but soon he looked at Lin Qinghan with a smile again. “But now that Big Brother is back, Big Sister won’t have to carry so much weight anymore.”

Looking at Wen Leyou’s joyful appearance, Lin Qinghan actually felt, for a moment, that he didn’t want to tell him the truth that he would still leave.

After thinking about it, he decided to let him be happy for a while before finding a time to tell them.

The priority now was to soothe a certain paranoid protagonist.

“Let’s go, Big Brother! I’ll take you for a tour. The Hundred Demons Sect has changed a lot in the decades you’ve been gone!” Wen Leyou patted his chest and pulled Lin Qinghan forward.

He was intentionally leaving that immortal behind. How could an immortal be worthy of standing with his Big Brother?

Thinking this, Wen Leyou didn’t forget to glance at Lin Qinghan out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that Big Brother had no other reaction, he felt even more jubilant.

This person doesn’t hold much weight in Big Brother’s heart after all.

Being pulled by Wen Leyou, Lin Qinghan had to temporarily suppress his intention to talk to Ling Yanhe.

A tickling sensation came from his wrist. Lin Qinghan’s eyelid twitched. He didn’t look back and continued to let Wen Leyou pull his hand.

Only when the fine thread’s movements became increasingly bold and out of line did Lin Qinghan slowly extract his arm from Wen Leyou’s grasp.

“What’s wrong, Big Brother?” Wen Leyou asked in confusion.

Lin Qinghan cleared his throat: “You are the Third Sect Leader now. If others see you acting so spoiled, won’t you lose your authority in the sect?”

Wen Leyou thought about it. He wanted to say he had always been like this in the sect, but he always listened to Lin Qinghan. Even though he was surprised, he just nodded.

Big Brother’s words were never wrong.

“Big Brother is right to be so considerate. I’ll be close with Big Brother in private then,” Wen Leyou said with a smile.

Lin Qinghan patted his head with a smile, looking relieved: “Leyou has grown up.”

Being praised like this, if Wen Leyou had a tail, it would be wagging in the sky. He became even more energetic in introducing the sect.

While Wen Leyou was immersed in his passionate introductions, Lin Qinghan slowed his pace and walked side-by-side with Ling Yanhe.

“Did the Young Master call me?” Lin Qinghan looked at Ling Yanhe with a look of feigned confusion.

As if he had only just noticed the fine thread on his wrist.

“It is nothing important.”

The cold voice fell. Lin Qinghan suppressed the laughter in his heart and continued his innocent act.

“Young Master needn’t be like this. This move was a last resort. Leyou and Xueqiong have always disliked immortals. If our true relationship were known, they would surely do something offensive. I can only let Young Master suffer for a few days.”

Ling Yanhe slanted his eyes toward him, his dark eyes half-squinting for a second, as if sizing him up.

Lin Qinghan let him look, the sincerity on his face not diminishing by half a point.

“It is no matter.”

That inquisitive gaze retracted. Ling Yanhe seemed to have returned to his previous silent and taciturn self.

Childish temperament.

Lin Qinghan cursed him jokingly in his heart.

After spending time together, he had roughly figured out the other’s personality. Though paranoid, Ling Yanhe didn’t reject things beneficial to him. However, the other’s possessiveness was somewhat surprising.

But on second thought, it wasn’t out of character. A lunatic who had never received anything since childhood naturally wouldn’t allow things related to him to be tainted by the scent or gaze of others.

His mind wasn’t that hard to guess after all.

“Thank you for your understanding, Young Master,” Lin Qinghan said with a smile.

Ling Yanhe looked at him out of the corner of his eye and said nothing.

Fearing Wen Leyou would look back and see them like this, Lin Qinghan only said those two sentences before picking up his pace, creating some distance from Ling Yanhe.

Such a great opportunity—if it weren’t for the need to gain Trust Value, he would definitely use this chance to boss Ling Yanhe around properly.

But there was no rush. They had time to be entangled. For now, he still had to think about how to squeeze more Trust Value out of Ling Yanhe.

At this thought, the smile on Lin Qinghan’s face faded significantly.

His usually warm and gentle demeanor now looked much colder. Looking closer, one could even see that the indifference in his eyes bore a few similarities to Ling Yanhe’s.

The Hundred Demons Sect wasn’t a formal sect; it was more like a large family to rest in.

Besides the three sect leaders, no other positions were set. The demons brought in didn’t have a systematic cultivation path; most were left to their own devices. If anyone had a problem with their cultivation, they could even boldly knock on a sect leader’s bedroom door to ask.

Even though Lin Qinghan had been gone for years, when he walked through the sect, many demons came to give him things or pester him with questions.

Such a lazy sect didn’t quite match the original host’s role as a villain.

Though informal, the sect’s territory wasn’t small, owning the entire Huangshan Ridge. Led by Wen Leyou, they walked from noon until evening. By the time they returned, the welcome banquet was already prepared.

“A-Han! You never told us you were a Sect Leader! So unfair!” Shen Miaomiao sat at the table. Seeing Lin Qinghan approach, she ignored etiquette and grabbed his sleeve, complaining in a low, sharp voice.

Wen Leyou, following behind Lin Qinghan, looked displeased. He stepped forward and slapped Shen Miaomiao’s hand away: “How dare you be so disrespectful to the Great Sect Leader! Are all people from the Immortal Realm as rude as you?”

Being scolded, Shen Miaomiao immediately rolled up her sleeves to “exchange words,” but before she could speak, Ye Chaoyan pulled her back.

“Do not be rude,” Ye Chaoyan said with a frown.

“The Immortal Realm has such a beauty?!”

Wen Leyou exclaimed as he looked at Ye Chaoyan. After the words left his mouth, he felt something was wrong, and his whole face turned red with embarrassment.

“Of course! Our A-Yan is the most beautiful person in the world!” Shen Miaomiao boasted immediately, though she gave Lin Qinghan a slightly guilty look as she said it.

Lin Qinghan was the best-looking person she had seen besides A-Yan. Usually, if asked, she would struggle to choose between the two, but for the sake of winning the argument, she chose to ignore him for now.

Lin Qinghan didn’t know about the undercurrents. He was looking at Wen Leyou.

He hadn’t expected Wen Leyou to still follow the original plot. Seeing how much he disliked immortals, he had thought he wouldn’t become obsessed with Ye Chaoyan as in the original text.

If the other still chose to approach Ye Chaoyan or even try to take her by force, Lin Qinghan would kill that idea in the cradle.

Not out of kindness, but because he wasn’t clear on Ling Yanhe’s current feelings for Ye Chaoyan. He didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire because of Wen Leyou.

“I want to sit here,” Wen Leyou said suddenly.

As soon as he said this, even the dancers spared a glance toward them.

Lin Qinghan slanted his eyes toward Ling Yanhe and saw that the man, who had been spacing out, now had his gaze fixed on Wen Leyou.

Instantly, alarm bells rang in his heart.

It seemed Ling Yanhe’s romance line was also following the original text!

“You want?”

“No.”

Before Shen Miaomiao could finish her thought, Lin Qinghan interrupted sharply.

“Why?” Wen Leyou asked dissatisfied.

“As the Third Sect Leader, you cannot be so lacking in etiquette,” Lin Qinghan said calmly.

Wen Leyou turned to argue but froze on the spot. The Lin Qinghan who had been smiling all way now had no warmth in his eyes. An indifference rising from deep within his bones froze Wen Leyou in place.

It was so cold that for a moment, he didn’t dare speak.

After a long while, Wen Leyou reacted, lowering his head and saying dejectedly: “I’ll listen to Big Brother.”

Ling Yanhe, who had only sparely glanced at Wen Leyou, now also fixed his gaze on Lin Qinghan, then on Ye Chaoyan beside him, as if investigating something.

Those deep black eyes gradually took on a hint of chill, which vanished abruptly when the other’s peripheral vision turned toward him.

The farce was eventually turned into a minor interlude by two sentences from Lin Qinghan.

After taking their seats, Lin Qinghan glanced at Ling Yanhe inconspicuously. Seeing the other’s expression was as usual, the weight in his heart was lifted.

I still need to keep an eye on Wen Leyou, Lin Qinghan thought.

Current Trust Value: 32

“Cough, cough…” Lin Qinghan was choked by his wine and started coughing.

“Big Brother, what’s wrong?” Wen Leyou hurriedly leaned over to ask.

Lin Qinghan waved him off, pretending nothing was wrong: “No matter, just choked.”

Wen Leyou nodded and didn’t ask further.

The wine cup was filled again. The clear surface reflected the eyes of Ling Yanhe behind him.

Lin Qinghan met those black eyes through the water.

For a moment, Lin Qinghan felt like he was about to be choked by the wine again.

Adolescent boys are truly impossible to read…

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