The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 128 - 125: Clean Up Wang Xuan; Predicting Good or Bad Fortune

Chapter 128: Chapter 125: Clean Up Wang Xuan; Predicting Good or Bad Fortune

"I only wanted to seek justice for myself. Ye Jin’s crimes were enough to warrant a thousand cuts, yet the court would at most sentence him to a few years’ imprisonment, after which he could start anew.

How is that fair? Should we allow him to come out and continue to harm others?

I did nothing wrong, so why should I go to hell? Isn’t that terribly unfair to me?"

Qin Zhao had remained silent the whole time, just watching her coldly.

Wang Xuan felt a tightening in her heart and knelt before her.

"Lord Heavenly Master, please take pity on me! I’ve already had a hard enough life, deceived by Ye Jin to this point, and I almost lost my soul. Am I to suffer in hell for eternity?

I know you Heavenly Masters are all kind and just, surely you will discern right from wrong. Let me stay in this world, I won’t harm anyone else. Even living as a lonely ghost would be fine."

She said all this, practically sobbing her heart out.

Qin Zhao couldn’t help but laugh," Wang Xuan, you truly are a qualified actress."

The next second, Qin Zhao’s eyes suddenly turned icy.

"You won’t harm anyone? What about all this bloodthirst on you! Before I rushed over, you’ve killed quite a few people, haven’t you? The great power has already made you lose yourself!"

Wang Xuan abruptly looked up at her, her expression momentarily guilty, not expecting Qin Zhao to know it all.

Then, her eyes turned ferocious.

"So you’re not going to let me off?"

"I must execute you today!"

"Hahahahaha, do you really think you can contend with me now?"

Dense yin energy began to gather around Wang Xuan, and a red mist spread slowly through the forest.

After consuming Ye Jin’s soul, her power had virtually doubled. This intoxicating feeling of immense power, of controlling the fate of others, had her enthralled.

Once a ghost kills their first person, they become addicted to this sensation; it is true.

Because devouring the soul of someone freshly dead is especially beneficial.

"Eating one of you Heavenly Masters would make me even more powerful, wouldn’t it?"

Her crimson eyes stared at Qin Zhao, greedily whirling within.

Qin Zhao threw an Evil Exorcism Charm.

This talisman, which used to instill fear in Wang Xuan, could now barely cause her any harm and was casually blown away by the wind of yin energy.

Seeing this, Wang Xuan grew even more excited.

"Hahahahaha, as long as I am powerful enough, no one can hurt me! Even the punishments of the underworld are trivial in my eyes!

Qin Zhao, if you insist on seeking death, you can’t blame me!"

"A mere Evil Ghost dares to be so arrogant? Who gave you such confidence?"

Qin Zhao rolled her eyes, ’Giving you a bit of face, and you really think you’re something?’

The yin energy Wang Xuan had been manipulating suddenly spiraled out of control.

Wang Xuan’s attack reached her, but Qin Zhao directed the yin energy to form a tornado, which swept Wang Xuan’s soul away, leaving her helpless to resist.

As the soul flew into the sky, it was directly struck by a bolt of heavenly thunder.

"Ah! No, don’t!!"

The scream came from Wang Xuan, followed by another thunderbolt.

Qin Zhao always preferred using the Lightning Summoning Technique against these rebellious ghosts because it was very convenient.

In no time, the thunder she summoned tore Wang Xuan’s soul apart.

The one who had initially saved Wang Xuan and now had struck her soul into oblivion was none other than Qin Zhao herself; Wang Xuan had indeed brought it upon herself.

These days, not only are human hearts fickle, but the hearts of ghosts are inscrutable.

If Wang Xuan had heeded Qin Zhao’s warning, she wouldn’t have met this fate.

Above the forest, dark clouds rolled, obscuring the sun.

Several thick bolts of lightning struck the skies above the woods, illuminating the dark heavens.

The onlookers were stunned.

Chu Yan brought an umbrella over, heading toward the grove.

When Qin Zhao came out, she happened to meet him.

"Why have you come?"

"It started thundering, I was afraid the rain would drench you."

"That was the thunder I summoned, impressive, right?"

Chu Yan smiled, "Impressive."

Seeing she was all right, he felt relieved.

Huo Xun explained helplessly, "Today, there are several more unsolved murder cases. Ye Jin’s new assistant, Zhu Congyun, also died in the hospital. It’s probably Wang Xuan’s doing."

Qin Zhao had already told him.

Although that was said, they still needed to conduct a thorough investigation.

What if there was someone else committing crimes during this time? They couldn’t let that slip by.

"If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving first."

Chu Yan glanced at his watch, it was after eleven in the evening.

When the two left and got home, it was almost dawn.

There was still plenty of Haiyan chiffon cake left, and Qin Zhao ate it all before going to sleep.

-

The next day, Qin Zhao planned to go to an auction house.

With quite a bit of money on hand, she wanted to buy a new Pill Furnace.

If there were no suitable Pill Furnaces, she would buy some materials to refine her own.

This was the most famous auction house in Imperial City, often auctioning antiques with many years of history.

In order to refine a Pill Furnace, Qin Zhao couldn’t use ordinary materials.

She planned to find good items excavated from ancient sites, melt them down, and remake them into a new Pill Furnace.

Just as she entered the auction house, she was stopped.

"Excuse me, are you a VIP guest? If not, you can’t go in."

The staff member stood in front of Qin Zhao, not too friendly, and even pushed her.

Qin Zhao frowned, "Why are you pushing me?"

"To prevent you from sneaking in. We have people like that here every day."

The staff member was an older woman, who, upon seeing Qin Zhao’s radiant beauty, looked at her with a mix of jealousy and disdain.

"Especially you internet celebrities, always sneaking in to take pictures, disrupting the order of the auction."

"I’m not an internet celebrity."

"You can say you’re not, but who knows what you’re up to once inside?"

Entry required membership, which Qin Zhao could understand and she was willing to buy a membership.

But what was with the attitude of the staff member?

Qin Zhao couldn’t help but scoff, "Is this your level of service?"

"You’re not our target customer group anyway."

"Even if I’m not, didn’t your parents teach you basic manners?"

Qin Zhao observed her face, her expression growing more sarcastic.

"Lacking manners, always eager to compete, someone will teach you a lesson sooner or later."

"Are you cursing me? You’re asking for trouble!"

This staff member, named Qiu Liqin, had a fierce appearance.

She had become the receptionist at the auction house through a relative’s introduction.

"You’re the one close to death, but if you apologize to me, I might consider saving you."

Qiu Liqin sneered, "What nonsense are you spouting here? Get lost!"

"We’ll meet again tomorrow."

However, it was uncertain under what circumstances they would meet.

Qin Zhao said meaningfully and then turned around and left.

If this auction house hired such unqualified reception staff, it probably wasn’t that great. Better to not go.

She went to an antique market and wandered the whole afternoon but didn’t find a suitable Pill Furnace.

"Where did you dig up this stone? It doesn’t look valuable at all."

"All dark and not very appealing."

"If you ask me, you might as well sell those old relics at home."

Hearing this conversation, Qin Zhao couldn’t help but turn her head and look.

A middle-aged man with somewhat ragged clothing was holding a pitch-black stone.

This stone was inconspicuous, but Qin Zhao felt an almost imperceptible Spiritual Energy emanating from it.