The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 380 - 378 You Mean Nothing

Chapter 380: Chapter 378 You Mean Nothing

Chu Yan held her tightly, his warm breath spraying on the nape of her neck, his grip growing ever stronger, causing Qin Zhao to involuntarily catch her breath, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as if a century had passed.

Finally, he buried his head in the nape of her neck, greedily inhaling her scent, and kissed her neck with great restraint, just once.

A chill ran down her back, and Chu Yan suddenly released her.

In the darkness, he silently walked towards the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of rushing water, Qin Zhao slowly blinked.

Had he really held himself back?

In the past, his unrestraint with her was driven by a possessive love. But now, that intense love could also transform into an incredibly strong self-control, all to avoid hurting her.

Chu Yan took a cold shower, lingering in the bathroom for quite a while.

The moment he emerged, he thought he had calmed down.

But the sight of Qin Zhao nestled in his own bedding dimmed his eyes.

Chu Yan, lips pursed and expression exceedingly stern, then lifted Qin Zhao in his arms and returned her to the bed. He covered her up properly, tucking her in snugly.

Qin Zhao deliberately asked, "What’s wrong with you?"

"I’m sick," Chu Yan softly replied, "I haven’t recovered from the cold; I can’t pass it on to you."

"Is it that serious a cold?"

"Mhm, it’s quite severe."

"Then why didn’t you book a separate room?"

"No way!"

Chu Yan abruptly refused, lying in Qin Zhao’s bed was his absolute limit!

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He climbed back into his own bedding with a cold expression, but images of Qin Zhao’s soft body filled his mind, causing him a restless night filled with strange dreams of a woman dressed in red and a peculiar version of himself.

"Did you go to the Immortal Realm for your master?"

"So what if I did? He’s my master; if not for him, who else should I seek out?"

"I forbid you to see him! They all say that you and your master were the closest, and you two were even close to getting engaged before he left, so what am I to you?!"

"You mean nothing at all."

She laughed softly, her eyes brimming with sarcasm.

Later in his dream, he made Qin Zhao cry, and she ignored him for days.

He then tied up many people on the mountain, they seemed to be Qin Zhao’s fellow disciples, intending to kill them all.

Finally, Qin Zhao paid him attention again, slapping him across the face.

Then he let those people go.

Waking up groggy, Chu Yan vividly remembered the dream. He felt an inexplicable anger in his chest, wishing to tear that master to shreds!

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The next day, the international Criminal Police Team staked out that strange bus.

To avoid alerting the suspects, the officers who had previously followed the bus did not participate, staying undercover instead. The main surveillance was by Qin Zhao and Shangguan Qiu, who disguised themselves as tourists to board the bus.

Naturally, Chu Yan was with Qin Zhao.

"Quick, it’s that bus!"

They had only boarded the bus for a short while when Qin Zhao saw Jesida leading Murong Qi hurriedly towards them.

The two rushed onto the bus in a flurry.

Upon seeing Qin Zhao on the bus, Murong Qi’s expression subtly changed.

The outside of the bus was plastered with Thai tourist advertisements, indicating that the bus was headed to a very famous tourist site in Chiang Mai, so there were already quite a few foreign tourists on board.

The last two seats were left, conveniently located right behind Qin Zhao and Chu Yan.

As Murong Qi sat down, she deliberately stretched her leg to kick the back of Qin Zhao’s seat.

Chu Yan felt something and turned back, shooting a cold glance at Murong Qi and her companions.

His icy phoenix eyes held a hint of darkness, like a sinister, cold-blooded snake lurking in the night.

Murong Qi inexplicably thought of the big snake from the other night, her face paling slightly.

"He..."

"Don’t bother with him."

Jesida whispered to Murong Qi. For some reason, he felt this man was very dangerous. But his skin was truly beautiful, surpassing that of many women.

After speaking to Murong Qi, he couldn’t help but stare at the back of Chu Yan’s head for a while longer.

Qin Zhao carefully observed the ticket seller.

When foreign tourists boarded the bus, she did not stop them, but if local tourists tried to get on, she would immediately chase them off, claiming that there were no seats left.

Jesida managed to get on precisely because he was of mixed heritage and looked more like a foreigner.

When the bus was full, it slowly headed towards the mountainous area outside the city.

Buildings and houses became less common, gradually giving way to dense forests and steep rocks. The bus wound its way multiple times around the mountain roads, and everyone had long since forgotten where they were.

As people dozed off, conversation could be heard from the back seats.

"I’ll tell you a legend from around here. Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure, what’s the legend?"

Murong Qi leaned on Jesida, yawning.

"There once was a cruel king who loved to inflict various punishments on his subjects. One day, when he had tried every type of torture and could find no new amusement,

a wizard suggested that each family should send one member to be killed by their own parents, and then have their skin peeled off to make human skin kites.

Next, there would be a kite-flying competition.

The family whose kite flew the slowest would be put to death."

Murong Qi was speechless in shock, "They actually killed people and made kites out of their skin?"

"Yes, in that society, one could not disobey the king."

"But doing that would cause the deaths of many innocent people, surely it would stir up public anger?"

Jesida’s tale attracted the curiosity of the others.

A tourist from Hua Country couldn’t help but ask.

Jesida continued, "Indeed, it caused public anger. After the kite competition, the kite that flew the slowest belonged to a high-ranking official’s son, who was also a great general.

The wizard had suggested this to the king precisely to eliminate the great general and his powerful family.

But the great general had a high reputation among the army, and the night before their extermination, the great general’s mother went to the army, hoping the soldiers would avenge the great general.

The great general had not been killed by his parents, but had already been fatally poisoned. In order to fulfill the king’s order, his parents skinned their deceased son to make the kite.

Even so, the king did not spare their family."

"What happened next? What about that damned king?"

Murong Qi and the others pressed on, Jesida’s storytelling adding much interest to the monotonous journey.

"He was besieged by the rebels in the Imperial Palace, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, they peeled off his skin. The rebels turned his skin into a kite and hung it at the entrance of the Imperial Palace."

"I know this story!"

Another tourist from Hua Country suddenly chimed in.

"It’s said that after the king died, full of resentful energy, his soul lingered near the Imperial Palace. If children are near the palace at night, they can still be scared by his soul!"

This bus was full of tourists from various countries, but the majority were from Hua Country.

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