The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 401 - 399: A Very Average Figure

Chapter 401: Chapter 399: A Very Average Figure

"You’re willing to do anything for revenge, aren’t you? Now the opportunity is right in front of you."

Feeling Qi Ling might be tempted, the shadow released some of its imposing aura.

Qi Ling pondered for a moment before bending over to pick up the secret manual from the ground.

"Since you’re my master, shouldn’t you tell me who you are?"

"You’re not yet worthy of knowing. Once you’ve finished your cultivation, then you’ll be qualified to know."

The shadow on the wall began to fade as he left a message, "I will come to find you again."

A cold wind passed through, and Qi Ling felt his head spin, his vision slowly blurring.

By the time he regained consciousness, he was already lying on the bathroom floor at home.

Shangguan Qiu burst in, slapping his face, "Awake?"

He paused for a moment, inexplicably feeling like everything that had just happened was a dream.

"I..."

Qi Ling opened his mouth, suddenly realizing he was wearing only underwear. He hadn’t felt the cold outside earlier because he was too tense.

He quickly hugged himself and shivered, "You, you go out first!"

Shangguan Qiu, "I’ve seen it before."

Qi Ling, "That doesn’t matter!"

Was this woman trying to annoy him to death?

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Shangguan Qiu stood up, her gaze sweeping over Qi Ling’s abdomen.

Six-pack abs, what’s so great about them?

She wasn’t interested, why act like some paragon of chastity?

Although Shangguan Qiu’s face showed no expression, Qi Ling inexplicably felt disdain in her eyes.

"What’s with that look? You think my body is beneath you?"

"Very average."

Shangguan Qiu dropped two words and turned to leave.

"You...!"

Qi Ling almost went after her without his clothes to confront her. But feeling a bit cold, he decided to put on his clothes and then remembered the secret manual the shadow had given him.

He returned naked; where had the secret manual gone?

Could he trust what the shadow said? Could he really become a cultivator like Shangguan Qiu?

Qi Ling was full of doubts, and he was also conflicted about whether to tell Shangguan Qiu about this incident.

Distracted, he went back to the bedroom and found the secret manual the shadow had given him under the pillow. Opening it, he found the text inside was cryptic and difficult to understand.

Xu Zhiwei had also looked at this manual, but when she did, she didn’t recognize any of the writing.

To Qi Ling, it appeared to be modern text, but the syntax leaned toward Classical Chinese, making it hard to comprehend. Still, after reading it a few times, he could understand it.

He’d only intended to casually read it, but soon Qi Ling became engrossed.

By the time he emerged from the contents of the manual, it was nearly dawn.

He walked out of the bedroom to find Shangguan Qiu asleep on the couch, uncovered and clutching her Longsword as if ready to fight at any moment.

He thought for a moment before lifting Shangguan Qiu into his arms, intending to put her to bed inside. After all, he was a grown man and couldn’t let a girl sleep on the couch.

Just as Qi Ling picked her up, a Longsword was held against his neck.

Shangguan Qiu opened her Phoenix Eyes and looked at him coldly, "Put me down."

He glanced at her indifferently, walked into his bedroom, and dumped her onto the bed.

Seeing Qi Ling turn to leave and shut the bedroom door behind him, Shangguan Qiu clenched her sword and frowned slightly.

Qi Ling slept on the couch all night, with the secret manual’s contents filling his mind.

In the end, he still didn’t tell Shangguan Qiu about the secret manual.

He was very guarded, much like Chu Yan; he trusted neither the shadow nor Shangguan Qiu, so he chose not to tell her about becoming a disciple.

As to whether there was anything wrong with the manual, he had his own way of judging it.

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The next day, Chu Yan received a phone call from Qi Ling.

"Lu Zhiheng has returned from abroad."

"At Lu Family?"

"I was hanging out with a friend today."

"Send me the address."

Yesterday, Qi Ling had wanted to call Chu Yan just to talk about this.

Previously, after the incident with Gong Leyi, Lu Tingming had sent Lu Zhiheng abroad to lay low. Now that several months had passed and no one remembered the incident, he naturally returned.

Moreover, it was recently the Spring Festival, and the Lu Family wanted to reunite.

Chu Yan leaned against the headboard, flipping through the messages and address that Qi Ling had sent.

In the depths of his cool phoenix eyes, a trace of cold light flickered.

His gaze shifted to Qin Zhao beside him, and only then did it soften a bit.

Chu Yan leaned in to kiss her and said softly, "I need to head out for a bit later. If you wake up hungry, eat some cake, and I’ll make you something delicious tonight, okay?"

Qin Zhao mumbled a yes in response.

Chu Yan got dressed and left, while Qin Zhao didn’t wake up until noon.

She had long forgotten what Chu Yan said before he left; she only remembered the word "cake."

Heading to the kitchen, she ate the birthday cake that was left from yesterday.

Her phone received a message.

Someone named Nan Xian had sent her a friend request.

He said he was new at the company and wanted to ask her about some matters.

On seeing the name, Qin Zhao paused with an inexplicable expression.

In her past life, her master was named Nan Xian.

Even though Qin Zhao knew her master couldn’t possibly be in this world, she still accepted Nan Xian’s friend request.

Since he had the same name as her master, answering a few of his questions wouldn’t be a problem.

Qin Zhao: May I ask what it’s about?

Nan Xian: Disciple!

Qin Zhao: ???

Nan Xian: It’s your master!

Qin Zhao: !!!

Nan Xian: Could you lend me some money?

Nan Xian: Eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand, please transfer it to my bank account, thanks.

Qin Zhao: You think you can swindle me?

Qin Zhao: Scram!

Nan Xian: I’m not a scammer.

Nan Xian: Transfer fifty to my WeChat first, your master wants to go have dinner.

Qin Zhao: Haha.

Her master was an immortal, okay? What would he need to eat dinner for?

Nan Xian: Disciple, hurry and transfer it to me.

Nan Xian: I’m going to starve to death.

Qin Zhao: Buzz off.

Nan Xian: /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

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Seeing his disciple block him, Nan Xian Divine Lord was dumbfounded.

How could his good disciple not recognize him!

After his Ascension, Nan Xian Divine Lord waited for his good disciple to ascend as well. But he waited and waited, for hundreds of years, almost until the flowers withered, and still, Qin Zhao did not ascend.

He had no choice but to cross the Void and returned to the Canglan Realm once.

There, he found out that his sect had been destroyed, and his good disciple was nowhere to be found.

He asked around through his connections, and finally, from the Netherworld God, he learned of Qin Zhao’s circumstances and her whereabouts.

Nan Xian Divine Lord split a wisp of his soul and reincarnated into the body of a recently deceased mortal.

He planned to guide Qin Zhao anew, so she could ascend from this barren world to the Immortal Realm as soon as possible.

But what Nan Xian didn’t expect was that the body the Netherworld God found for him was so unreliable!

Not only was it laden with debts, with creditors knocking on the door daily, but it was also penniless, not even having money to buy food!

With no other choice, he had to ask his disciple for some money first.