The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Germination

Lin Qinghan was unaware of Wen Leyou’s thoughts. Watching the reversal on the martial stage, his expression remained calm, though his gaze paused momentarily on the bone whip that had been tossed aside.

Then, he looked at Ling Yanhe, whose hands were now empty, and slightly raised an eyebrow.

“Is there a place for sword-casting within the sect?”

“Huh?” Wen Leyou, being questioned, hadn’t yet recovered from his daze and responded instinctively: “There is, but Big Brother, don’t you use a fan?”

Lin Qinghan nodded and said: “Casting it for someone else.”

“For that servant?” Wen Leyou pressed.

“Yes,” Lin Qinghan responded frankly.

Ling Yanhe would indeed possess an excellent sword later on, but currently, he had nothing in his hands. Lin Qinghan intended to give him one.

When Ling Yanhe eventually went through many trials with the sword he gifted and later discovered he had been betrayed, he would likely be disgusted to death by his former self who held that sword.

At the thought of that loathing expression, Lin Qinghan’s brow quirked slightly, and the mischievous glint in his eyes could not be hidden.

Beside him, Wen Leyou’s heart sank even further upon seeing Lin Qinghan’s smile.

This is bad. My Big Brother seems to be falling deeply for that stinking servant. What should I do?

“What does Big Brother intend to use to cast the sword?” Wen Leyou asked tentatively.

If it were just an ordinary sword, then his Big Brother might still be saved…

“There is a piece of Mystic Iron in my room; use that,” Lin Qinghan said casually.

“What?!” Wen Leyou stared at him with wide eyes, looking incredulous. “That Mystic Iron was won by Big Brother at the risk of his life in a bet against that dead Fire Dragon. Previously, I was even hit with a rod just for trying to touch it, and now you’re… you’re just using it to cast a sword for him?!”

So that Mystic Iron really was a trophy?

Lin Qinghan thought this to himself, looking at Wen Leyou with a composed face: “It’s merely an external possession. Leaving it there won’t make it sprout gold; it’s better to use it to serve some purpose.”

In any case, he didn’t use swords. Keeping it was just keeping it, so he might as well give it to Ling Yanhe to boost the trust value and, in passing, disgust him later.

Listening to Lin Qinghan’s casual tone, Wen Leyou’s expression twisted for a long while before he finally accepted the fact—his Big Brother was deeply infatuated with that servant, seemingly beyond saving…

Thinking of this, Wen Leyou looked at Ling Yanhe almost with resentment.

On the stage, the youth in black had already released the pinned demon and was raising his hand to straighten his sleeves. It was evident that not a speck of dust had stained him.

The youth seemed to be tidying himself while facing their direction; even when his gaze lifted inadvertently, it would lightly sweep over this area.

Before Wen Leyou could investigate further, he saw the other’s gaze land right beside him.

There seemed to be a hint of a smile in those pitch-black eyes, as if claiming credit.

Then, that gaze fell upon Wen Leyou himself, and the smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold sharpness.

In an instant, the broken threads of thought in Wen Leyou’s mind suddenly reconnected.

That Immortal did it on purpose for Big Brother to see.

Does Big Brother also seem very important to that stinking Immortal…?

At this thought, Wen Leyou instinctively turned his head to look at Lin Qinghan beside him, only to see that the other had just withdrawn his gaze and was now looking down, deep in thought.

Even though he and Lin Qinghan stood extremely close, he was still unable to break into the unspoken conversation between the two.

“Let’s go,” Lin Qinghan spoke suddenly, then turned and left without the slightest lingering attachment.

Wen Leyou froze for a moment before reacting. He instinctively looked back at Ling Yanhe, only to see that the man had long since withdrawn his gaze and was facing the next challenging demon with a normal expression.

It was as if that lingering, sticky atmosphere from a moment ago had never existed.

The disoriented Wen Leyou followed dazed behind Lin Qinghan as they left.

The person at most leisure within the Hundred Demons Sect was likely Lin Qinghan. Despite being the Grand Sect Leader, he had absolutely nothing to do.

Wen Leyou was busy provoking Ye Zhaoyan, while Shen Miaomiao guarded Ye Zhaoyan’s side constantly, fearing Wen Leyou might do something.

Lin Qinghan could only wander around the Hundred Demons Sect, eventually stopping at Hua Xueqiong’s residence.

“Is the Second Sect Leader not in the sect?” Lin Qinghan asked, grabbing a nearby minor demon as he looked at the tightly closed door.

The demon he pulled looked at him, a flush rising to its face. It hurriedly lowered its head and responded softly: “To the Grand Sect Leader, the Second Sect Leader went out early this morning to handle the matter of the inn. If the Grand Sect Leader wishes to find her, you may return in the evening.”

Does handling a matter at an inn require a whole day for a demon at the late stage of Nascent Soul?

Lin Qinghan didn’t believe it, but he smiled and nodded at the demon: “Thank you.”

Seeing this, the demon’s flush deepened. It waved its hands shyly and said: “No need for thanks, this is only my duty.”

“Master.”

A cold voice came from behind.

The previously shy demon’s face instantly turned pale. Forgetting even to bow, it fled in panic.

Watching the demon scramble away, Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow but didn’t care much. He turned back to look at Ling Yanhe.

The other was still wearing that black martial attire from the competition. The tight-fitting clothing made the youth’s figure appear even more powerful and well-proportioned.

“Won?” Lin Qinghan asked casually.

Ling Yanhe nodded. His tied-up long hair swayed slightly with his movement, adding a bit of youthful vigor.

Lin Qinghan wasn’t surprised. Those demons likely just came to join the commotion; after seeing Ling Yanhe’s true strength, those who held fluke-like hopes would retreat without a fight, needing no action at all.

The demons willing to engage Ling Yanhe likely couldn’t beat him either. After all, in the original text, even Wen Leyou at the early stage of Nascent Soul couldn’t win, so how could other demons be a match for the “Dragon Aotian” protagonist.

Lin Qinghan said nothing, turning to leave for a walk elsewhere, not taking the matter of the competition to heart.

Ling Yanhe followed behind Lin Qinghan. Seeing his normal, indifferent expression, his brow quirked.

This ally of mine seems to trust me implicitly.

His scrutinizing gaze fell on Lin Qinghan’s thin back, sliding up provocatively to fix on the fair neck that was half-hidden beneath the swaying dark hair.

Lin Qinghan understood him better than he had imagined.

Ling Yanhe withdrew his gaze, strange emotions swirling in his black eyes.

He stood behind Lin Qinghan like a wolf lying in wait, merely waiting for the person in front to show a single opening. Then, he would pounce without hesitation to tear at that fragile neck.

“Grand Sect Leader.”

On his way back to the sleeping palace, a minor demon blocked Lin Qinghan’s path and bowed respectfully to him.

“What is it?” Lin Qinghan said, looking at it.

The minor demon rubbed its palms together, its gaze falling on the person behind him: “The Second Sect Leader has ordered me to teach the Grand Sect Leader’s servant the rules of the Hundred Demons Sect. Today is the first day.”

At this, Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow. He didn’t agree immediately but asked: “When did the Second Sect Leader instruct you?”

“To the Grand Sect Leader, it was yesterday,” the demon replied respectfully.

Quite anxious, unable to wait even a moment.

Lin Qinghan glanced at the demon: “What did the Second Sect Leader order you to teach?”

Hearing this, the demon lowered its head in difficulty: “This…”

So it’s not allowed to be spoken.

Lin Qinghan snorted coldly in his heart, his curiosity toward Hua Xueqiong deepening.

This Second Sect Leader, who never appeared in the original text—why did she suddenly harbor such hostility toward Ling Yanhe, trying every means to separate him and Ling Yanhe?

Is there something he doesn’t know?

Lin Qinghan narrowed his eyes. Looking at the trembling demon in front of him, he still didn’t speak, but instead subtly glanced at the person behind him from the corner of his eye.

“Master decides.”

Ling Yanhe spoke at the appropriate moment.

The fine thread on his wrist lightly brushed against Lin Qinghan’s wrist, sweeping across his palm along with his hand. It felt as if someone had hooked their fingertip there, causing a wave of itchiness.

“Since it’s so, then do as the Second Sect Leader said.”

Lin Qinghan’s expression remained normal. He clenched his hand, catching that restless fine thread right in the act. Instantly, the thread became well-behaved, lying limply on his finger.

Hearing this, the minor demon breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lin Qinghan with a fawning face: “Thank you for the Grand Sect Leader’s understanding.”

Lin Qinghan raised his chin and didn’t respond.

The person behind him walked past his side. After walking two or three steps ahead, he turned back. Those deep eyes looked straight at him, the emotions within appearing to say, “Wait for me to return.”

The fine thread that had been lying on Lin Qinghan’s finger suddenly scratched him again, then lost its life and became a dead line once more.

Simultaneously, Ling Yanhe withdrew his gaze.

Watching the retreating back, Lin Qinghan raised an eyebrow.

“Youthful spirit,” he cursed with a low laugh.

When he lifted his head again, the previous smile had faded.

“What you must do as a servant is to serve your master well. You do whatever the master tells you to do. If the master tells you to go east, you cannot go west. Do you understand?”

As the minor demon spoke, it looked at the youth before him. The youth’s gaze had long since drifted elsewhere, never landing on him at all.

Seeing this, the minor demon, who was previously timid, flared up with anger. It tapped on the writing desk in an attempt to wake the person in front of him.

The other was indeed attracted by the noise he made. But when meeting that person’s sharp gaze, a chill involuntarily surged down the demon’s back.

In an instant, he felt as if he were a helpless young rabbit on the grassland, while before him was a wolf with bared fangs.

He had also gone to watch the competition; not a single demon in the entire Hundred Demons Sect was a match for this Immortal. They couldn’t even make a speck of dust touch this man’s sleeve even with their best efforts. And such a person was currently looking at him coldly, the irritation in his eyes undisguised.

The minor demon felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He instantly forgot all of the Sect Leader’s instructions; his mind was filled only with the words “Run fast.”

“These books… see for yourself…”

The minor demon haphazardly shoved the “Servant’s Guide” given by the Second Sect Leader in front of Ling Yanhe and then ran away without looking back.

One of the books, due to his frantic movements, did not land steadily on the desk but wobbled and fell to the floor with a “thud.”

Ling Yanhe originally felt nothing toward this so-called “teaching.” Like Lin Qinghan, he only complied with what the Second Sect Leader wanted them to do in order to investigate her purpose.

Logically, he should have ignored the scrolls before him, but for some reason, his gaze landed on the book that had fallen to the floor.

A breeze swept through the hall, blowing two pages of the book open before it stopped.

Ling Yanhe looked down at the opened portion. With just one look, his handsome brows furrowed.

The two revealed pages depicted a scene of two men cultivating doubly (dual cultivation); one man was sitting on the other, his expression relaxed and full of pleasure.

Ling Yanhe’s face instantly darkened.

He was not ignorant of the matters of double cultivation and intercourse, but he felt nothing toward such filthy acts; in fact, he loathed them.

This kind of behavior discarding all reason and allowing emotions and instinct to dominate—held no beauty and was entirely barbaric. He looked down on such behavior.

“Riiip—”

The scroll on the floor was suddenly sliced by a fine thread, shattering into tiny fragments that drifted through the room with the wind.

The disgust on Ling Yanhe’s face did not dissipate after he withdrew his gaze. His slender fingertips tapped on the writing desk, much faster than before.

Double cultivation was indeed a method for demons to boost their cultivation; not just for demons, even many in the Immortal Realm kept “furnaces” by their sides, increasing their cultivation through double cultivation with them.

Will Lin Qinghan also cultivate doubly with others?

Will he also show that kind of fragile, pitifully seductive expression to others?

Ling Yanhe half-squinted his eyes, and the fingers tapping on the desk stopped.

No. Someone like Lin Qinghan would likely disdain using this method to increase cultivation.

Moreover, that man is incredibly proud; how could he reveal his weak side in front of others?

If someone truly could force Lin Qinghan to that state, that person could only be himself.

Would others even be worthy?

Ling Yanhe snorted coldly, rising to leave the study hall.

And the wind that was blowing just now suddenly stilled. The fragments floating with the wind landed quietly and neatly on the ground.

The only piece missing was the one depicting the expression of the man in the embrace.

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