The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Ripening

The steam from the bath barrel rose upward, blurring the figures of the two people in the room.

Lin Qinghan’s consciousness seemed muddled by this blood-scented kiss. He, who should have pushed the other away, found the metallic tang of blood in his mouth soothing the dry fire within him. His body softened uncontrollably, lured to a point where only his somewhat dilated eyes remained stubbornly open, staring at the person inches away.

The youth lifted his eyelids to glance at him, and then his movements became even more violent, completely stripping away any chance for Lin Qinghan to struggle.

An invasive aura enveloped Lin Qinghan entirely. The storm-like offensive, carrying the youth’s raw greenness, occupied Lin Qinghan’s breathing space without reservation, plundering him until his consciousness grew even more dazed in the rising heat.

The internal heat intensified. The long leg that had been braced against the other’s abdomen gradually lost strength and slid down…

For some reason, the sensitive arch of his foot was grazed by something. The previously dazed brain snapped awake. In a flash of lightning, Lin Qinghan realized something immediately and began to struggle.

Water droplets splashed from the wooden barrel, forcing the youth to turn his head to avoid them. Lin Qinghan instantly seized the opportunity. Gnashing his teeth, he summoned strength from some unknown spark and violently yanked his restrained hand free.

“Slap!”

The crisp sound rang out, pulling the senses of both people in the room back to reality.

Lin Qinghan’s face could be described as hideous; the coldness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Standing opposite him, Ling Yanhe’s eyes were unnaturally dark. He didn’t care about the half of his face that had been slapped; his burning gaze remained glued to Lin Qinghan, falling on the reddened corners of his eyes and his crimson, moist lips…

“Get out,” Lin Qinghan said sharply.

The youth in front of him did not move.

The Black Bone Fan suddenly appeared in his hand. In the blink of an eye, it was pressed against Ling Yanhe’s neck, heartlessly carving a bloody gash.

Warning! Warning! Detected the Host is about to endanger the Protagonist’s safety. Compulsory measures such as electric shocks will be implemented for world maintenance! Please make a choice within three seconds!

The system’s notification pained Lin Qinghan’s ears. He lifted his eyes to look at the person before him, the murderous intent in his gaze undisguised.

However, the Black Bone Fan pressed against the other’s neck did indeed lose some force, merely resting against the vital point, devoid of the previous blatant killing intent.

“Get out,” Lin Qinghan said sternly. The Black Bone Fan swayed along with his voice, forcing the youth to take a step back.

“I will come again in seven days to give you the antidote for the Gu.”

Before the youth could finish speaking, a powerful surge of spiritual energy rushed straight toward his face. He ducked to the side and, without realizing it, retreated out of the sleeping palace. The moment his feet stepped outside, the heavy doors slammed shut, shutting him out completely.

Ling Yanhe lifted his eyes to look at the doors, his brow furrowing.

What happened to me?

The images in his mind were impossible to shake, as if branded into his brain.

The Lin Qinghan in the bath barrel was a completely different person from his usual self.

The white undergarment was completely soaked through, clinging damply to his body, covering nothing at all; instead, it outlined the man’s lean and beautiful physique perfectly.

That face, usually so composed and effortless, was filled with suppressed rage yet the crimson corners of his eyes suppressed any visible anger, making that jade-like face look piteously fragile.

It bore a certain resemblance to the scenes in that book…

Ling Yanhe’s eyes darkened.

He had developed wicked thoughts toward Lin Qinghan.

He had only come to see the other’s wretched state; why did it reach this point?

Ling Yanhe did not understand his own loss of control, but the clamoring heartbeat in his chest told him that he wanted to see more. He wanted to see those reddened eyes slowly shed tears, to see the other man only able to lean on him while pleading in a low voice, to see more of his fragile expressions…

Perhaps he simply wanted to tear off that mask of a disguise?

“Ah!”

Xiao Wu saw Ling Yanhe in black clothes with blood flowing uncontrollably from his neck. Thinking he had seen a headless ghost, he let out a sharp scream.

In the next instant, he could no longer make a sound, as if placed under a silence spell. He could only watch the person before him in terror, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Ling Yanhe was brought back to his senses by the scream. A delayed sting of pain followed; he instinctively touched his neck, feeling a wet stickiness.

Lin Qinghan had truly intended to kill him just now, but in the end, he stopped. Why?

The whimpering beside him intensified. Ling Yanhe glanced at the terrified, weeping servant, and the words of the demon teacher from the afternoon echoed in his mind.

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

Lin Qinghan was his servant; he should do anything for him, even relieve his desires.

The other remained a sparrow in the palm of his hand. No matter how many small tricks Lin Qinghan played, the man had suppressed his killing intent and personally delivered the chains into his hands.

Lin Qinghan had indulged him without knowing it, tacitly allowing him to control everything.

The churning emotions in those dark eyes were gradually suppressed, finally returning to a state of calm.

Xiao Wu watched as a trace of an indiscernible smile rose on the face of the Rakshasa-like man before him, and his heart sank. He closed his eyes and prayed silently, hoping he could die with some dignity, or at least with an intact corpse…

“After I die, burn me a big chicken leg, the kind made in the small kitchen…”

Suddenly, Xiao Wu’s voice returned. He touched his lips in astonishment.

He could speak!

Xiao Wu looked around; that terrifying Immortal was gone. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.

“Ding-ling—”

Before he could savor the feeling of surviving a disaster, the palace bell rang.

The Grand Sect Leader was calling for him.

Xiao Wu hurried toward the sleeping palace. Reaching the door, he murmured in confusion, “Why is the door shut so tight? Is the Grand Sect Leader guarding against thieves?”

Using all his strength, Xiao Wu finally pushed the palace doors open. The heat inside hit his face; after a moment, he could clearly see the scene inside.

The bath barrel and the screen were overturned on the floor. Herb dregs and fresh water were scattered messily a scene of total disarray.

Did the Grand Sect Leader and the servant fight? That servant is certainly fierce to be able to provoke the Grand Sect Leader.

Xiao Wu muttered to himself, intending to tidy up the room. Before he could reach out, the scene before him reverted to its previous state; the floor instantly became clean.

Only then did Xiao Wu instinctively look for the Grand Sect Leader. Glancing toward the bed curtains, he saw Lin Qinghan sitting there, lost in thought.

“Take the bath barrel away.”

Xiao Wu did not dare delay and hurriedly complied. When he touched the barrel, he realized the water inside had vanished along with the previous spell.

The Grand Sect Leader is truly considerate, Xiao Wu thought as he picked up the barrel to leave, only to be stopped again before he could exit.

“Tomorrow, urge the Third Sect Leader. I want the sword-casting to be completed within three days.”

“Your subordinate obeys.”

When the doors closed again, Lin Qinghan finally let go of his strength, allowing himself to fall back onto the bed to clear his mind.

Current Trust Value: 40

Looking at the rising number, Lin Qinghan’s expression became increasingly grim.

Ling Yanhe actually developed desire for him?!

Did the boy take him for a puppet who would simply lift his rear and sell his body at a master’s beck and call?!

The fire of anger in Lin Qinghan’s heart burned more fiercely, yet his thoughts became gradually clear.

Ling Yanhe dared to act this way because he was certain Lin Qinghan could not harm him. In fact, it was true; he had no way to kill Ling Yanhe.

The other party likely viewed him as a canary locked in a cage.

At this thought, the murderous intent reappeared in Lin Qinghan’s eyes.

This was a good opportunity. The other had lowered his guard; he could take the chance to harvest some Trust points and then fast-forward the plot. This identity could no longer be used.

The influence of the Symbiotic Gu was greater than he imagined. This was also the reason for the other’s unbridled behavior; after all, no elephant fears the ant beneath its feet.

He needed to complete the current tasks as soon as possible and then switch to the next character card.

But he would not suffer insult in vain.

Lin Qinghan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his thoughts falling on Hua Xueqiong.

Perhaps he could give this Second Sect Leader who played no significant role in the original text a push.

A butterfly’s wingbeat can also stir up a storm.

Lin Qinghan lay on the bed, his gaze fixed on the curtains above. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in those deep eyes.

He would make Ling Yanhe regret today’s events.

“Reporting to the Second Sect Leader, your subordinate just saw that servant emerge from the Grand Sect Leader’s sleeping palace with blood on his neck. Afterward, I went to question the servant Xiao Wu, who said it appeared the Grand Sect Leader and that servant had fought.”

Hearing this, Hua Xueqiong lowered her brow and looked at the hidden guard kneeling on the floor. “Truly?”

“It is absolutely certain,” the guard replied.

Hua Xueqiong’s expression softened slightly as she continued, “How did the servant react during the lessons on the rules?”

“The teacher went in for less than half an incense stick’s time before fleeing in a hurry. Soon after, that servant also left the study. Afterward, your subordinate snuck in and found books torn to shreds inside.” With that, the guard reached for his waist, untied a silk pouch, and poured out the contents.

The books previously torn by fine threads had been stuck back together and were now placed before Hua Xueqiong. Looking closely, one could see the faint traces of the repair.

Hua Xueqiong flipped through a few pages casually and snorted coldly. “Unable to endure even this—it seems his heart for Big Brother is truly not sincere.”

“Keep watching him,” Hua Xueqiong said, tossing the books back to the guard. “Return these to the study. Inform the teacher to increase the daily three-hour course to six hours. Furthermore, send a few more people to protect his safety.”

“Yes.”

After the guard left, Hua Xueqiong rose and lit the candles in the room.

Her sleeping palace was even simpler than Lin Qinghan’s; there were almost no extra items beyond the necessities, except for a large white cloth hanging high on the wall opposite her bed.

Hua Xueqiong walked to the white cloth and reached out to touch it.

“What must I do to protect Big Brother and the Hundred Demons Sect?”

As she spoke, words gradually began to surface on the previously empty white cloth.

Looking at the strange script, Hua Xueqiong’s gaze shifted slightly.

She had never been able to read this script in decades, but she felt the intense murderous intent radiating from the cloth.

That servant cannot be kept.

The candle flame flickered in the wind. The words on the white cloth gradually faded, returning to stillness.

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