The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Gu Completion

Lin Qinghan had not just entered the illusion; he had been there since the child first shoved Ling Yanhe.

He thought Ling Yanhe would notice him, but the other did not. If he hadn’t been so unable to stand the boy Ling Yuan’s idiotic behavior and walked out on his own, Ling Yanhe likely wouldn’t have discovered him until the illusion ended.

Lin Qinghan looked down at the young Ling Yanhe, who reached only to his waist, feeling no particular stir in his heart.

If he had to have a thought, it was—too thin.

The current Ling Yanhe was too thin.

But he knew what was happening; it was nothing more than the abuse from Concubine Xu. This was something he had known from the outline long ago, so there was nothing to surprise him.

“Who are you?! What are you doing in our Ling house!” Ling Yuan stared at him fiercely, malice undisguised in his eyes. “You dare scold me? I’ll have someone break your legs!”

Lin Qinghan withdrew his gaze from Ling Yanhe and looked with lack of interest at the provocative Ling Yuan.

He had nothing to say to such a fool.

The boy thought he was bullying and controlling Ling Yanhe, but in reality, he was standing on the edge of the ice lake; repeated provocations would only result in being thrown into the frozen water.

To be on the brink of danger without sensing it was simply beyond stupid.

Lin Qinghan looked at Ling Yuan coldly.

Ling Yuan had never been looked at with a gaze reserved for trash. His anger flared instantly; without stopping to assess the situation, he swung his hand to strike Lin Qinghan.

But Lin Qinghan dodged to the side and gave his back a violent shove. Instantly losing his balance, Ling Yuan screamed as he fell into the ice lake.

Lin Qinghan retracted his Black Bone Fan and gave it a somewhat disgusted shake, as if trying to shake off the stupidity it had unfortunately brushed against.

Watching the ripples spread across the large hole in the lake before settling into stillness, Lin Qinghan’s expression remained normal.

Indeed, an illusion, Lin Qinghan thought.

Ling Yanhe stood aside, silently watching Lin Qinghan’s actions.

The person before him had made the same choice as he; Lin Qinghan was of the same kind.

The black mist that had been suppressed earlier surged from his heart once again, permeating his limbs and bones.

Standing in the snow, Ling Yanhe felt his blood boil. He looked at Lin Qinghan, a strange excitement in his dark eyes.

Almost instantly, Ling Yanhe pinned the man down, stepping heavily on his shoulder to crush him against the ground. Simultaneously, the Black Bone Fan was propped under his chin, forcing him to look up into those scrutinizing eyes.

Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.

The powerful impulse surged into his mind again, burning the mark at the center of his brow even redder, reaching a piercing intensity.

Looking at the madness in Ling Yanhe’s eyes, the thoughts in Lin Qinghan’s heart were mostly confirmed.

Ling Yanhe’s Heavenly Demon Bone had acted up.

This was a plot point that was supposed to appear only upon the original host’s death, yet it had been forcibly moved forward to the present. The “plot acceleration” mentioned by the system truly caught him off guard.

Thinking he had been played by the system, the irritation in Lin Qinghan’s heart reached its peak, and he applied extra force with the foot stepping on Ling Yanhe’s shoulder.

Looking at that somewhat pale face and the eyes that hadn’t lost a shred of madness, Lin Qinghan leaned down to meet the gaze of the person before him, his voice bordering on frigid: “Ling Yanhe, if you can be controlled by that ghost of a thing, I might as well kill you myself and give you a quick end.”

As the words fell, that slender, long hand tightened around Ling Yanhe’s neck.

The sensation of his vitals being controlled brought a sliver of consciousness back to Ling Yanhe. He looked at the person claiming to want his life.

The other’s handsome brows were furrowed, and those familiar eyes were filled with coldness and even a trace of fury.

Lin Qinghan was angry.

Why was he angry?

This thought instantly filled Ling Yanhe’s mind, actually managing to suppress the intense murderous intent.

Seeing the emotions in the other’s eyes gradually settle, Lin Qinghan’s grip on his neck loosened.

He had no intention of taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability.

If he were to kill Ling Yanhe, it had to be in an upright fight, personally plunging a blade through the other’s chest and mangling his heart, watching as that dark face gradually lost its life.

A manipulated puppet was not worthy of Lin Qinghan’s hand.

Just as the hand was about to be withdrawn, it was suddenly seized.

Lin Qinghan froze. In an instant, the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, leaving him able only to let the other pull him close. Then, he saw the child before him lift a thin arm and drive it straight through his chest.

“You underestimated your enemy, Lin Qinghan.”

The malicious words were spoken in a childish voice, falling into Lin Qinghan’s ear.

He lifted his eyes to meet Ling Yanhe’s gaze, which had already regained its clarity.

As if feeling something was missing, the hand piercing his heart gave a twist, and the mischievous voice rang out again: “With the Symbiotic Gu present, you shouldn’t have trusted me so much.”

“Heh.”

Lin Qinghan suddenly lowered his head, a soft laugh mixed with blood spilling from his mouth.

He looked up at the youth before him. The blood flowing out seemed to drip onto his own eyelids, staining his vision red. Those calm eyes now surged with the same madness as Ling Yanhe’s.

“Crack—”

The barrier shattered instantly.

The moonlight spilled over Hua Xueqiong, making her figure look even more fragile.

Hua Xueqiong knelt on the ground, staring despondently at the white cloth in her hands.

“Tell me, how do I save Big Brother!”

The corner of the white cloth she gripped was already stained red by her palm. On the barrier before her, blood-red handprints had appeared at some point.

The white cloth did not react; this time, not even the characters she couldn’t understand appeared.

Hua Xueqiong’s eyes were bloodshot. Large tears fell from her eyes, hitting the white cloth one by one until the useless fabric was completely soaked.

Since Lin Qinghan left, she had woken up in the middle of the night more than once.

Without exception, every dream featured Lin Qinghan’s death.

In one instance, his limbs were severed and tossed aside, the blood staining the heavy snow red. The hands that had once pulled her out of the snow were simply cut off and thrown away like trash.

Every time, a person whose face she couldn’t see stood beside Lin Qinghan’s corpse.

The nightmares tortured her to the point of being somewhat mentally unstable. She was in constant terror, fearing that one winter day she would dig up a familiar corpse from some unknown snowy field.

Until one day, a mysterious person appeared before her and gave her this white cloth.

The person said: “The Heavenly Book will give you a hint when the Malignant Star arrives.”

Lin Qinghan had taught her not to trust others easily, yet Hua Xueqiong still took the cloth.

She couldn’t find Lin Qinghan’s whereabouts; this cloth was her only chance. She knew dreams were not necessarily true, but she didn’t dare to gamble—she couldn’t afford to.

Thus, this white cloth hung in her room year after year, until a few days ago, a portrait appeared upon it.

Hua Xueqiong had never seen that person, but the aura about him made her recognize him almost instantly—he was the murderer who had killed Big Brother countless times in her dreams.

Afterward, Lin Qinghan returned to the Hundred Demons Sect.

Hua Xueqiong had never felt so gifted by the heavens. When she saw the stinking Immortal beside him, she nearly stabbed him to death on the spot.

But she couldn’t. She didn’t know the relationship between this man and Big Brother, so she didn’t dare act recklessly.

She wanted to test him—test his position in Lin Qinghan’s heart.

To her surprise, Big Brother valued this man immensely.

Hua Xueqiong had even thought that perhaps she could just hide him away, ensuring he and Big Brother never met; maybe that would resolve the crisis.

But Lin Qinghan said he was leaving.

Almost instantly, Hua Xueqiong realized there was no time left. The heavens were forcing her to make a choice.

But she had still made the wrong one.

Hua Xueqiong stared blankly at the unresponsive white cloth, the pain in her heart nearly swallowing her whole.

She was an incompetent person. Fate gave her the chance to choose, but she didn’t seize it, and thus was trapped by it, forced to watch as Big Brother stepped into his preordained destiny while she was powerless to change it.

Hua Xueqiong slumped on the ground, her gaze gradually dilating.

Her hair began to stiffen, her fingers became unable to move, and her fair skin gradually withered and transformed, revealing the weathered appearance of dead wood.

The Dao heart shattered, the human form scattered forever—without knowledge, without emotion.

The worst ending for a demon was beginning to manifest upon her.

“Crack—”

A slight sound caught Hua Xueqiong’s attention. Her vacant eyes slowly lifted, landing on the barrier before her.

A crack appeared on the golden barrier, followed by another and another. The indestructible barrier instantly looked as if it were about to shatter, and then it exploded.

A massive surge of spiritual energy rushed out, blowing Hua Xueqiong’s hair and clearing the blankness in her eyes.

The moment the white cloth touched the spiritual energy, it burst into flames.

Only when the ashes fell and the scene before her became clear did Hua Xueqiong’s consciousness return.

The immense sorrow seemed to be suddenly pulled away; the fine thread wrapped around her neck was cut in half by a pair of scissors.

Air was gradually sucked into her lungs; she was alive again.

And all of this was because of one person.

The illusion shattered. Lin Qinghan watched as the hand piercing his chest suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist. The cold touch, mixed with a lingering sharp pain, scraped against his nerves.

the formless black mist stopped right at his beating heart, then gave a gentle squeeze. His heart skipped a beat, and Lin Qinghan’s breathing stalled for a moment.

Then, the sense of blockage in his meridians vanished completely. Abundant spiritual energy flowed through his body, and even the vines within his sea of consciousness poked their heads out comfortably.

The seal originally branded upon him was torn to shreds, and the cultivation level belonging to the original host Middle Stage of the God Transformation Realm was revealed once again.

The murderous intent in Lin Qinghan’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a trace of surprise. He looked up at the youth before him.

Ling Yanhe had broken the final shackle placed upon him by Concubine Xu.

“Troublesome thing,” the youth said to him, his face pale, the corners of his lips curving slightly as he slowly uttered those words.

Those dark eyes stared unblinkingly at the other’s chest, seeing only the Gu parasite he had left behind dwelling at the beating heart. The once small Gu was now lodged in the other’s heart.

In a place invisible to others, countless fine threads radiated from it, spreading out from Lin Qinghan’s heart and following the blood through his limbs, binding his Primordial Spirit and soul tightly together.

And the end-points of all these fine threads converged at Ling Yanhe’s fingertips.

The Symbiotic Gu had completely fused with Lin Qinghan; the man had become a captive sparrow in his hands.

The smile in Ling Yanhe’s eyes grew more intense. He looked at Lin Qinghan, the satisfaction in his heart deepening as his gaze fell upon him.

Henceforth, Lin Qinghan belonged only to him. He could only accept his shackles and be completely imprisoned by him, from body to soul. The man could no longer escape from his palm.

This was the reason he was willing to enter the trap.

Looking at the madness in Ling Yanhe’s eyes, Lin Qinghan’s eyelid flickered.

A powerful sense of unease surged from the depths of his heart; something had spiraled out of control in a place he didn’t know.

But before he could think further, the strength was pulled from the youth before him. He suddenly fell forward, collapsing straight onto him.

Faint breath sprayed against the side of Lin Qinghan’s neck, making him instinctively tilt his head. The weight pressing against him could not be ignored, but he only sat on the ground and did not push the person away.

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