The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Opportunity

Lin Qinghan glanced sideways at the red-robed man behind him. The Black Bone Fan in his hand was pressed against the man’s throat, as if he could take the life of the person behind him in the next second.

“How do you know my identity?” The man gave a light chuckle, his eyes curving. His fingertip tapped against the surface of the fan, his voice teasing Lin Qinghan with amusement.

Lin Qinghan didn’t fall for his act. He raised his hand and pushed the Black Bone Fan forward. Sure enough, the man behind him took a step back, and the distance between the two widened slightly.

“If not for the Hall Master of the Sihai Pavilion, I cannot think of anyone else bold enough to set up a barrier in this place.”

Lin Qinghan retracted the bone fan. Seeing the bloodstain on it, his brow furrowed slightly. He pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe it carefully.

His slender fingers, through the handkerchief, wiped away the bright red blood. His pale-pink fingertips turned slightly white from the exertion, creating a sharp contrast against the crimson blood. Just looking at that single hand was enough to tempt one to see the owner’s appearance.

Qi Baicang watched his movements, his eyes darkening. Even his own action of wiping the bloodstain on his neck slowed down.

“Rumors say the Hall Master of the Sihai Pavilion is elusive and a quite mysterious person. I wonder what the Hall Master means by this move?”

Lin Qinghan put the handkerchief away, failing to notice the gaze filled with desire in the other man’s eyes. He truly wasn’t sure why Qi Baicang was looking for him.

In the original text, this man was the illegitimate son of the Qi family head and someone else, so he had been raised on the outside. However, the family head highly valued Qi Baicang’s talent and poured almost all resources into him. A single-attribute Wood Spirit Root, late Golden Core stage at thirteen, founded the Sihai Pavilion at seventeen and became world-famous. Now, at only twenty-seven, he was already at the late Dao-Manifestation stage—a genius among geniuses.

This man was extremely fond of women. The original text mentioned that when he was fifteen and brought back to be included in the ancestral records, Qi Baicang harassed the female members of the Qi family from top to bottom, resulting in him being beaten out and completely stripped of his chance to acknowledge his ancestors.

In the original story, Qi Baicang took an interest in the world’s number-one beauty, Ye Chaoyan, at the Sihai Pavilion. Thus, for Ye Chaoyan’s sake, he gave Ling Yanhe an opportunity. Later, he helped Ling Yanhe many times for her. Over time, he was moved by Ling Yanhe’s boldness and became his subordinate—both pining for Ye Chaoyan and forced to help Ling Yanhe. He could be considered the person most heavily exploited by Ling Yanhe in the protagonist’s group.

Now, this man wasn’t going to find Ye Chaoyan, who was only a step away from him, but instead ran to him to get injured. He really couldn’t figure out what this “sucker” was thinking.

Hearing Lin Qinghan’s question, Qi Baicang wanted to take a step forward but was blocked at the shoulder by the fan. The fan surface that had just been caressed by a jade-like hand was now pressing against his shoulder, and the sharp blade at the edge of the fan was aimed right at his jaw, as if he would be killed by the beauty in front of him if he took one more step.

“Since you’ve heard the rumors about me, don’t you know why I came to find you?”

Qi Baicang looked at the sharp blade, the emotions in his eyes surging like waves. He suppressed his feelings and looked down at the person before him.

Watching the favorability above the person’s head suddenly jump from 20 to 30, Lin Qinghan’s eyelid twitched. The look he gave Qi Baicang became even more peculiar.

Seeing the defensive posture, Qi Baicang suddenly laughed. He flicked away the fan at his shoulder and, in an instant, his figure flashed, appearing abruptly at Lin Qinghan’s side.

Lin Qinghan’s body tensed suddenly. As a crimson blur appeared on his right, the bone fan in his hand went straight for the man’s heart, but it was caught by a hand just as it reached him.

Lin Qinghan’s eyes turned cold. The previous exchange was just child’s play; now, this man was showing his true strength.

The bone fan was pulled from his hand and tucked into his lapel. Immediately after, his right hand was gently pried open, and a cold, somewhat heavy object was placed in his palm.

“Three days from now, come to the Tianhai Pavilion. If I find you, tell me your name.”

A magnetic, clear voice with a hint of lingering affection fell beside Lin Qinghan’s ear.

Qi Baicang raised his hand to block him loosely, his eyes turning to the man on the competition stage. Looking at the cold, stern face under the ghost mask, the corner of his mouth hooked into an almost imperceptible provocative smile.

A burst of gasps erupted around them, while Lin Qinghan frowned at the token in his hand. Carved on it were the three large words: “Qi Baicang.”

Lin Qinghan instinctively waved his hand, trying to disperse the cloying floral scent around him.

On the other side, on the competition stage.

Ling Yuan was half-kneeling on the ground. His face and body were now covered in marks cut by the thin wires. Opposite him, the man sat unharmed on that strange spiritual tool, looking down at him.

Fury rose in Ling Yuan’s heart. He wanted to stand up, draw his sword, and rush at Ling Yanhe again.

In a split second, the overwhelming thin wires pressed down again, forcibly pinning Ling Yuan to the stage. The longsword in his hand was snapped by the wires. If anyone looked closely, they would notice that the originally pure white wires now seemed to be entwined with black mist. If one got closer, they could hear the eerie sound of weeping.

“Useless.”

The cold voice, devoid of any warmth, fell like a bucket of ice water over Ling Yuan. He looked up tremblingly and saw that ghost mask. He froze for a moment and then suddenly began to struggle, retreating frantically, not even caring about the wires pressing into his back. After a moment of movement, his back was already a bloody mess, and his actions actually ground a terrifying bloodstain into the stage.

Ling Yuan didn’t care about dignity anymore; his ears were filled with the weeping of ghosts, torturing him until he was nearly insane. He just wanted to run now, as far as possible. The person in front of him was a monster, a monster! That man had actually absorbed all dozens of vengeful ghosts from his Ghost Ring into his body!

Now, in Ling Yuan’s eyes, Ling Yanhe had long since become a figure like Yama.

Ling Yanhe looked at the incredibly ugly behavior of Ling Yuan on the stage and lost interest in continuing the match. He raised his eyes to scan the cheering or terrified expressions of the people below, finding it utterly boring.

Until his gaze swept across a certain corner and stopped abruptly.

The person in that corner was being held in an embrace by a red-robed man. The two were behaving intimately, doing who-knows-what. Finally, the man even looked toward him with a hint of provocation.

Ling Yanhe’s brow instantly lowered. He did not like his things being touched by others, even if it was just a stray dog that could be discarded at will.

In the next instant, a cold gleam flashed in Ling Yanhe’s peripheral vision. A look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand, intending to finish the person off.

Clang—

The blade thrown by Ling Yuan was knocked aside by a petal infused with spiritual energy. Subsequently, several flying petals pinned down the corners of his clothes, fixing the man firmly to the competition stage so he could not move.

“You have quite the nerve, daring to cause trouble in the Sihai Pavilion.”

A sharp voice rang out, and the red-robed man suddenly appeared on the stage.

“Ling Yuan: privately taking pills to forcibly raise your realm before the match, and attempting to use hidden weapons to injure someone after failing the duel. From this day forth, you are not allowed to enter the Sihai Pavilion again.”

The moment the words fell, a powerful spiritual energy pressed down, making it hard for everyone to lift their heads.

Hearing this, Ling Yuan’s face turned instantly pale. The thin wires on him had long been withdrawn. He hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to grab the hem of Qi Baicang’s clothes, but was pushed away by a powerful burst of spiritual energy, rolling straight off the stage.

“It’s him! He’s a demonic cultivator! Capture him quickly!” Ling Yuan’s face was deathly white. At this moment, he didn’t care about the family’s face and raised his hand to point at Ling Yanhe, shouting loudly.

But in the next second, his face turned red, and he could no longer make any sound.

“The crime of spreading rumors is increased by one degree. Men, remove him immediately.”

As soon as the words fell, two graceful women appeared in the Sihai Pavilion. After bowing to Qi Baicang, they dragged the silenced Ling Yuan out of the building.

Qi Baicang wiped his fingertips with some disgust, then restrained his expression and looked toward Ling Yanhe with a smile.

“Today’s incident was an oversight of the Sihai Pavilion, nearly allowing this gentleman to be ambushed. As the Hall Master, I should give you an explanation.”

With that, an invitation appeared in Qi Baicang’s hand.

“Three days from now, there is an auction at the Tianhai Pavilion. You may enter with this invitation. Consider it compensation, how about it?” Qi Baicang looked at Ling Yanhe with a half-smile.

As soon as he spoke, a commotion broke out among the crowd.

“Thank you, Pavilion Master.”

When the indifferent voice fell, the invitation also landed in Ling Yanhe’s hand.

After finishing all this, Qi Baicang raised his eyes to a certain spot, his gaze warming with a smile.

“Do not forget our agreement.”

Leaving behind this sentence that left everyone puzzled, Qi Baicang suddenly vanished, leaving only Ling Yanhe on the stage, looking thoughtful while holding the invitation.

Without that suffocating spiritual pressure, everyone recovered their senses, and the surroundings became noisy and clamorous.

“The Hall Master of the Sihai Pavilion! He actually appeared here?! Today was truly worth it!”

“Speaking of which, who was that last sentence for? Could it be he really is as fond of beauty as the rumors say and took a fancy to one of the beauties among us?” “Never allowed into the Sihai Pavilion again—it seems he really enraged the Hall Master. Tsk tsk tsk.”

“Using such improper means is a true disgrace to the immortal world. In my opinion, this punishment is light!”

“I don’t think that Su Nianhuan is any good either; I just saw them snuggling together earlier.”

“Yeah, Ling Yuan was kicked out. Where did Su Nianhuan go?”

Everyone then realized and began searching for Su Nianhuan’s whereabouts.

The Su Nianhuan they were looking for had already walked out of the Sihai Pavilion. Her face was deathly pale, and seeing the long trail of blood at the entrance made her expression even worse.

Useless thing.

Thinking about how that group of people just now wanted to swallow her alive, Su Nianhuan couldn’t help but curse Ling Yuan in her heart. If not for him, she wouldn’t have fallen into this situation. Originally, she had hoped he could suppress the other side’s morale, but now it seemed she had overestimated Ling Yuan; he was a total paper tiger. If she hadn’t run fast, she would have been trapped in the Sihai Pavilion, drowned in the spit of those crude people.

At this thought, a touch of ruthlessness was added to Su Nianhuan’s eyes. Ling Yuan was unreliable; she needed to find another backer, Su Nianhuan thought. Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She thought she had been discovered and wanted to leave in a panic, but she was pressed down so hard she couldn’t move at all.

She turned her head in a panic to look at the person behind her and came face-to-face with that familiar mask.

“Miss, surely you haven’t forgotten the agreement with my Young Master.”

The person’s voice was clear and contained a smile; if another woman heard it, she would certainly blush for a while. But falling into Su Nianhuan’s ears now, it sounded like a vengeful ghost coming for her soul, making her unable to stop shivering.

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