Quick Transmigration: Still Life Fairy

Chapter 261 The Puppet Who Usurped the Nest

"Have you heard? Ling Miao'an, the eldest disciple of the Xuan Shu Sect, made outrageous claims at the Ten Sects Conference, saying he could defeat that... that female demon from the Wu Yin Sect. He even made a bet that if he won, the female demon would marry him. And then..." As he spoke, the man, who was clearly a rogue cultivator, took a sip of wine and chuckled to himself.

"Hey, hey, hey—hurry up and tell me, what happened?"

The person next to him quickly poured him another glass of wine and urged him on.

"And the result..." The man paused for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice, "Everyone knows the truth! That Ling Miao'an is someone who doesn't know his own limitations. He doesn't even consider his own cultivation level, let alone that of the female demon! How could he possibly win when he, with only a Foundation Establishment level, tried to fight against a Nascent Soul cultivator, crossing two major realms!"

He raised his hand and downed another cup of wine, then said, "Two fingers, just two fingers! That female demon used only two fingers, pointing them together as a sword, just like that, a flick and a stab—"

The man gestured with his hands, imitating the scene: "That guy—you guys don't know, back then, Ling Miao'an's heart meridian was directly shattered, it was absolutely merciless, he almost died! If Ling Miao'an hadn't been a true disciple of a major sect, and if that sect hadn't been famous for its elixirs and medicines, he might not have been able to save his Foundation Establishment cultivation. Even now, I heard from a friend in the Xuan Shu Sect that he's still lying in bed, his life hanging in the balance. If he wakes up, there's a chance his body can recover, but if he doesn't..."

The man shook his head, the meaning of which was self-evident.

A bystander sighed, "He deserves it. Of all people to mess with, he had to provoke that she-devil! Lust is a dangerous thing. There are so many bloody examples of this. It's admirable that this guy still has the courage!"

……

Hearing those people she usually looked down on mocking her, Ling Miao'an crushed the wine glass in her hand.

"These people... cough cough cough!!"

He was so angry that he trembled violently, which immediately aggravated his still-healing injuries. He started coughing wildly, and immediately tasted blood in his throat.

"Brother Ling—"

Yu Qing stayed by his side, tears welling in her eyes, looking at him with concern. She wanted to help him, but was worried about his pride, and felt completely at a loss.

"It's nothing..." Ling Miao'an raised her hand to refuse Yu Qing's offer of help, casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth: "I'll make these ignorant people know sooner or later that Mu Su, that little wench, will be mine sooner or later!!"

In one sentence, he successfully calmed down Yu Qing, who was originally very worried.

Looking at Ling Miao'an, who was glaring angrily at the group of people outside, she felt a chill for the first time.

She was well aware of his philandering ways, and sometimes, when she was in a bad mood, she even aided and abetted him. But that didn't mean she was willing to see the man she had chosen pursue another woman right in front of her, especially since that woman was superior to her in every way.

……

"Ancestor, tell me, why didn't you help me deal with that woman Mu Su that day? Don't tell me you had your eye on her!"

Staring intently at the ring in his hand, Ling Miao'an could only come to this conclusion. He had worn this ring for many years, but it disappeared inexplicably a few months ago. He later found it at Mu Su's place. After the ring returned, it unexpectedly made him bind it to his own with his blood, releasing the ancestor inside and gaining a powerful combatant for no reason. Ling Miao'an was delighted. The ancestor's power was unfathomable, and it had already eliminated several threats for him recently. It also made the ancestor seem more and more kind and approachable in Ling Miao'an's eyes. However, the fact that the ancestor always wanted to go to Mu Su's side was something that bothered Ling Miao'an.

However, he was somewhat enjoying it. After all, Mu Su was a domineering queen who aroused his desire to conquer her. He had long fantasized about taking this woman into his harem. So, when the ancestor asked him to go find Mu Su, Ling Miao'an was half-hearted.

The longer Ling Miao'an spent with Mu Su, the more he longed to have a night with her. However, Mu Su's formidable strength made Ling Miao'an wary, and he dared not act rashly. Just as the Ten Sects Tournament was approaching, Ling Miao'an suddenly came up with a plan. He challenged Mu Su, the eldest disciple of the Mist Drinking Sect, in the name of the Xuan Shu Sect's true disciple, and made a bet: if he lost, he would be at Mu Su's mercy; if he won, Mu Su would have to marry him. Mu Su was initially unwilling to agree, but Ling Miao'an's frivolous words provoked her, causing her to lose her temper and impulsively accept the challenge.

Ling Miao'an was confident in making this bet because he relied on his ancestor. He could have his ancestor make a secret move so that no one would notice, and Mu Su would be his.

Unexpectedly, once on the dueling platform, the ancestor went on strike. Ling Miao'an was defeated in a single move, and because of the bet, he was at Mu Su's mercy. Enraged, Mu Su showed no mercy and directly used his fingers as a sword to pierce Ling Miao'an's heart.

This incident completely erased all of Ling Miao'an's goodwill towards the ancestor, and even caused her to harbor resentment towards him.

But even though he felt resentful, he couldn't express it. His ancestor was so powerful; he must possess many formidable magical treasures and techniques. Furthermore, he himself was an exceptionally strong fighter. Ling Miao'an couldn't bear to give him up!

So he could only force himself to calm down, thinking he was being calm but actually still questioning his ancestors with resentment.

Pale blue smoke drifted out of the ring, condensing into a human shape. Ling Chuqing's calm eyes stared directly at Ling Miao'an: "You are not qualified to know about my affairs."

He neither admitted nor denied it, but his nonchalant tone led Ling Miao'an to misunderstand!

"Oh, I know."

He lowered his head, a sinister glint in his eyes.

The change in his eyes did not escape Ling Chuqing's notice. He smiled faintly at it, not believing that Ling Miaoan could harm him. Because of his arrogance, he did not take it to heart.

until……

That day, Ling Miao'an summoned him from his ring to answer his questions about cultivation. However, they happened to run into disciples who came to change Ling Miao'an's wound dressing. He hid invisibly, but he overheard the two disciples who had finished changing Ling Miao'an's wound dressing saying after they stepped out of Ling Miao'an's cave and relaxed.

"Senior Brother is so heartless—when I was applying the ointment to his wounds just now, I was so afraid that I might accidentally hurt him, and then..."

The disciple shuddered violently, his eyes filled with lingering fear.

"Keep your voice down, don't let the senior brother hear you!"

"It's alright. Senior Brother needs to rest. The sect leader has set up a barrier around this cave, so nothing that happens outside will disturb him."

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful the barrier was, Ling Miao'an couldn't hear it, but he could definitely hear it!

At the time, Ling Chuqing found it somewhat amusing, but what those two junior disciples said next made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!