The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: End

A man dressed in a luxurious, pale blue celestial robe embroidered with cranes stood at the entrance of the inn. Heavy snow drifted everywhere from the sky, yet it pointedly avoided him.

Qi Zhouyan looked at the inn before him calmly; the place had already been enveloped by a massive barrier. He had previously tested it with his dharma; the cultivation of the person who laid the formation was not low, but he did not become wary of the person hidden within because of this.

Previously, the Family Head had sent him an order, commanding him to go to Tianle City immediately to exterminate the remnants of the former royal family of the Demon Realm.

Qi Zhouyan was not interested in the affairs of the Demon and Immortal Realms, but when the Family Head’s token was issued, there was no such thing as defying orders.

Better to resolve this as soon as possible.

A crash of thunder struck the standing barrier again. The moment the rumbling sound fell, a burst of fierce fire rushed straight at his face.

“A member of the Qi family?”

Qi Zhouyan stepped aside to dodge, hearing a clear yet somewhat raspy voice. In an instant, he understood everything in his heart: the great demon before him was heavily injured.

Lin Qinghan frowned as he looked at the man before him and the name “Qi Zhouyan” on the panel, his heart sinking.

He could no longer distinguish whether this was part of the original plot or a butterfly effect caused by his actions; this character, who was supposed to appear only in the later stages of the text, had actually appeared here.

Qi Zhouyan, with a Lightning Spirit Root, was the next head of the Qi family and one of the primary pushers behind Ling Yanhe being cast into the abyss. In the early stages, this person hadn’t appeared at all; he was a hidden “Big Boss” who didn’t emerge until the very end.

Why was he debuting now?

Without giving Lin Qinghan a chance to react, a sword intent mixed with lightning suddenly surged toward him.

Qi Zhouyan watched calmly as that sharp sword intent brushed past the other’s sleeve, gripping his long sword to strike once more.

Lin Qinghan endured the stinging pain in his heart, gripping his Black Bone Fan tightly to block the blow.

The opponent’s realm was higher than his, but not by too much likely the Late Stage of God Transformation. If it were before, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to repel the man, but right now, half of his dharma was suppressed by the barrier behind him, and he had to distract himself to deal with the stinging of the Gu parasite in his heart. It was almost a guaranteed defeat.

“You are not focused.”

Several bursts of sword intent rushed straight at Lin Qinghan. He raised his hand to block, but was forcibly suppressed and slammed harshly against the building behind him.

Qi Zhouyan looked at the large hole smashed into the inn, appearing to have long expected such a situation.

The next moment, fire suddenly rushed out, heading straight for Qi Zhouyan’s face as before. He dodged calmly, abruptly raising his hand to swing his sword backward, but he was a step slow.

“You aren’t very focused either.”

The moment the voice appeared from behind him, a blade brushed against the back of Qi Zhouyan’s neck, severing a single strand of hair.

Lin Qinghan retreated abruptly, preparing for defense.

Qi Zhouyan turned to look at him, those calm eyes rippling with a faint wave.

Without giving Lin Qinghan a chance to investigate further, several bolts of thunder descended from the heavens, swallowing him completely. In an instant, a blinding light covered the entire inn, looking as if the Heavenly Tribulation lightning had fallen.

Qi Zhouyan’s figure vanished for a moment, then reappeared in mid-air. Thunder brushed past him, yet he only looked down at the ground, appearing to search for something.

But until the sound of thunder vanished entirely, there was not a trace of that person.

“A pity,” Qi Zhouyan said in a deep voice.

The task was complete; he had no reason to stay here. Qi Zhouyan turned around.

The heavy snow was still falling, but it felt a few degrees colder than before.

“Caught you.”

The arrogant voice fell into Qi Zhouyan’s ear. He snapped his head around and met those beautiful eyes, which were currently erupting with dazzling sparks in the dark night.

In an instant, a blade pierced through Qi Zhouyan’s heart.

“Tsk, you Qi family people truly love using clones.” Looking at the gradually vanishing figure before him, Lin Qinghan knit his brows with displeasure.

The snow fell and the thunder rumbled. Lin Qinghan, dressed in blood-stained robes, was pale-faced, yet his eyes were startlingly bright.

Qi Zhouyan watched him quietly, those dead-quiet eyes rippling.

“Qi Zhouyan.”

The moment the name was spoken, the phantom dissipated.

Lin Qinghan stood in the snow, his face as white as thin paper. The green robes on his body had long been soaked in blood, now solemnly transformed into a blood-shroud.

Hidden Plot Progress: 25% Current Countdown: 00:05:13

Lin Qinghan no longer had the strength to move his body. His meridians had mostly snapped during that final, desperate strike. Now, any slight disturbance would cause him to fall harshly to the ground.

The heavy snow seemed to sense his weakness; taking advantage of his inability to move, it drifted straight toward him with the wind. Before long, snowflakes accumulated on his shoulders, slowly gathering into a thin layer of snow.

Lin Qinghan looked ahead. At this moment, though his posture was upright, it would only take a gust of wind to push him down gently.

He looked forward and suddenly laughed softly: “Why aren’t you acting?”

As the words fell, a long sword was placed across Lin Qinghan’s neck.

This Mystic Iron sword was too heavy; Lin Qinghan nearly couldn’t bear the pressure and was almost forced to his knees. He held on as blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, which was caught one by one by his slightly shifting arm, not letting a single drop fall onto the snow.

From behind, he stood straight; aside from the blood-stained robes, there was no sign of weakness at all.

“That would be too easy for you,” a cold, somber voice fell.

Lin Qinghan nodded slightly as if in response. In the original text, he was burned alive after Ling Yanhe cut off his limbs and threw him into a fire.

Back then, the original host had only committed betrayal, whereas he had also given Ling Yanhe endless humiliation. It seemed likely the other would strike even harder now.

Lin Qinghan looked up indifferently at the falling snow in the sky.

The heavy snow pressed down; it was truly just as Hua Xueqiong had dreamed.

Ling Yanhe looked at Lin Qinghan’s thin silhouette, his brow tightly furrowed. He should kill the person before him immediately, or perhaps simply cut off his hands and feet so he could never run again.

But looking at the other covered in blood, he only felt it was too filthy to touch.

“How wretched,” Ling Yanhe said coldly.

“Is that jar of wine you brought intended for a heart-to-heart with me?” Lin Qinghan suddenly asked about something else.

Current Countdown: 00:05:45

The long sword applied some pressure, instantly carving a bloody gash on that fair, slender neck.

“Are you even worthy?” Ling Yanhe said heartlessly.

Lin Qinghan laughed softly. Ling Yanhe likely didn’t know how obvious the anger in his voice was when he said those words, looking as if he had blatantly given away the answer.

Youths simply cannot hide their tempers.

If it were the Ling Yanhe of the later stages, he likely would have severed his tendons and hamstrings long ago; how could he be here talking nonsense? Lin Qinghan thought inappropriately.

Lin Qinghan had never experienced true death. Before transmigrating into this world, he had simply taken a nap. Perhaps he had a sudden illness in his sleep or something else; in any case, he had arrived in this world very peacefully.

Pain, terror—none of it concerned him.

But now, he could clearly feel the life force within him draining away. His fingertips were turning cold and stiff, his heart was beating slower and slower, and even breathing consumed all of his strength.

Everyone is equal before death. Countless signs told him that the scythe of life was already across his neck, ready to fall at any moment and sever all connections.

Now, Lin Qinghan was like a broken cello; the cold wind surged through his holes, scraping against his bones and producing a raspy, unpleasant finish.

With life about to end, Lin Qinghan felt no fear, but rather a wicked thought.

Why should he endure such pain while Ling Yanhe could obtain an opportunity afterward to greatly increase his cultivation and set out on the path of leveling up?

Didn’t the system give him the villain script?

Then he would show this world what a true villain was.

The person before him suddenly turned around. Only then did Ling Yanhe see Lin Qinghan’s current condition: the deathly pale face, the stiff fingers, and the green robes still being stained red.

With a single glance, his heart sank heavily.

This person stood in the snow for so long with these injuries?

Ling Yanhe thought abruptly, the emotions gathered in his heart muddled for no reason, leaving only a heaviness he couldn’t untangle.

“I lost this time.”

Ling Yanhe’s heart suddenly sank, vaguely feeling that something was about to spiral out of control.

“I will show you how miserable the end is for a loser,” Ling Yanhe spoke with a frown, yet the unease in his heart, far from easing after he laid down the harsh words, became even stronger.

Current Countdown: 00:03:14

Lin Qinghan looked at him, his eyes full of calm.

Ling Yanhe frowned; this person was always like this, always appearing utterly unconcerned regardless of the situation.

Refusing to lower his head, refusing to accept destiny—stubborn to the end.

The stubborn person suddenly quirked a mischievous smile. Without giving Ling Yanhe a chance to react, Lin Qinghan crooked his finger. A massive dharma formation appeared beneath Ling Yanhe’s feet, instantly pinning him so he couldn’t move.

“Lin Qinghan, you’re playing me?!” Ling Yanhe snapped his gaze to the person before him, his voice sinister and terrifying.

As expected, I should have directly made him completely unable to move back then!

Ruthless thoughts were born, but before they could spread, the youth froze on the spot.

Ling Yanhe looked down at the white thread wrapped around his fingertips. A crack slowly appeared in the gloom on his face, revealing a confusion and surprise he had never shown before.

The fine thread he previously couldn’t manipulate now emerged from the fog, tied perfectly to his fingertip, spreading with the wind until it reached the Gu parasite in Lin Qinghan’s heart. He was still manipulating the other, yet all of this had been reversed without his knowledge.

Powerful spiritual energy fed back from the end of the thread, merging into Ling Yanhe’s body bit by bit. The scalding demonic power flowed through his limbs into his heart, entering his primordial spirit and merging with something that was about to crack open.

The object he previously manipulated had now become the other’s tool.

Lin Qinghan was transferring his own spiritual power to him.

Heavenly Demon Bone Awakening Progress: 90%

“Lin Qinghan, what are you trying to do?!”

Ling Yanhe practically shouted it out instinctively, not noticing at all how obvious his exposed emotions were.

He could no longer care about anything else at this moment; he stared intently at the Lin Qinghan before him, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Lin Qinghan’s life force was slowly vanishing, like a giant boulder crashing onto Ling Yanhe’s heart, forcing his eyes to turn bloodshot like a suffering, cornered beast.

He wanted to take a step forward but was trapped by the spell, able only to watch as the person before him grew paler and paler.

Ling Yanhe violently crooked his finger, wanting to block the flow of demonic energy. The ropes binding his limbs tightened, appearing as if they would wring his hands and feet off.

But Ling Yanhe was oblivious; his dark eyes could only reflect that swaying silhouette.

The next second, Lin Qinghan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood because of his movement, startling him into not daring to move. He was forced to stand in place, forced to watch the life force of the person before him drain away.

If this continued, Lin Qinghan would die.

“Lin Qinghan, I don’t care what you’re trying to do stop right now, immediately!” Ling Yanhe’s eyes were bloodshot. He looked at the person before him fiercely, his tone harsh: “Otherwise, I will surely kill you!”

The fierce threat was thrown out in his anxiety, thinking he had cast a chain that could restrain the other, yet he had unknowingly given away all of his trump cards.

Current Countdown: 00:01:13

Lin Qinghan looked at him, those eyes flickering. After a moment of silence, he only let out a sneer.

As if he had heard some funny, nonsensical words.

But he didn’t know that right now he was deathly pale and extremely fragile; even the sound he made was so light it was almost impossible to hear.

Ling Yanhe froze, watching the person before him try to quirk a smile.

But Lin Qinghan had not a shred of strength left. His lips only moved; the smile failed to appear, and instead, more blood overflowed.

“Ling Yanhe, you place too much importance on the Symbiotic Gu. You’ve been schemed against because of it over and over; you never learn your lesson.”

Heavenly Demon Bone Awakening Progress: 95%

“I hope the next time I see you, you’ve fixed this flaw.”

Ling Yanhe watched the person before him take a step back into the snow, looking up at him. The heavily drifting snow obscured his vision, making it impossible for him to see Lin Qinghan’s expression clearly.

“Otherwise, it would be too boring.”

The almost inaudible voice fell like a final farewell.

“Lin Qinghan, I don’t allow you to die!”

The corners of the youth’s eyes were crimson. In his desperation, he tore off all disguises and ruthlessness; the most direct and honest thought was laid bare atop the blood-soaked ground.

Heavenly Demon Bone Awakening Progress: 99%

Lin Qinghan’s gaze paused. He looked up at Ling Yanhe.

A trace of helplessness and confusion actually appeared in those dark, somber eyes.

But the snow fell and blocked Lin Qinghan’s vision, covering the sliver of surprise in his heart.

Perhaps it was just his imagination—how could Ling Yanhe show such a fragile appearance?

In the final second of life’s passage, Lin Qinghan heartlessly transferred all the demonic power in his body. He looked at the complete, scarlet Heart Demon Mark at the center of Ling Yanhe’s brow, the emotions in his eyes gradually replaced by the mischief of a successful scheme.

Previously, he had intended to use an illusion array to force Ling Yanhe’s Heavenly Demon Bone to awaken, but now he had used the second method—using all of his own demonic power to aid the awakening.

He wanted Ling Yanhe’s demonic power to be mixed with his own every time he used his dharma henceforth, so that the youth could only loathe it with intense disgust while being forced to endure everything he had given.

He wanted Ling Yanhe henceforth to be submerged in the quagmire of resentment over a great debt that could never be repaid.

He wanted to leave a permanent brand on Ling Yanhe from the depths of his soul.

Heavenly Demon Bone Awakening Progress: 100% Current Countdown: 00:00:00

“Lin Qinghan!”

Ling Yanhe’s breathing stalled. He froze in place as a chill enveloped him, a bone-deep pain spreading from his heart throughout his body.

The fine thread clutched in his hand snapped suddenly. At the end of it, that flash of a red silhouette fell backward without warning, like a falling butterfly, crashing into the snow.

The trapped bird had died in its meticulously arranged cage.

Congratulations to the Host for completing the main mission.

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