The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 403 - 401 Chu Yan, the man who grits his teeth in hatred (Monthly ticket bonus - )

Chapter 403: Chapter 401 Chu Yan, the man who grits his teeth in hatred (Monthly ticket bonus Chapter)

The man looked at Nan Xian with a face full of terror.

Nan Xian said to him, "Don’t be afraid."

"..."

Big brother, can you put me down first?

The man dangled his legs in the air as Nan Xian still held him.

Nan Xian, thinking he was being kind, negotiated with him, "I don’t have any money right now, could you give me a few days?"

"Okay!"

Only then did Nan Xian put him down and straightened his clothes.

"Alright, you can go now."

The man took off running, not daring to come back for a debt collection again!

"Wait a minute."

Nan Xian suddenly spoke up, startling him into freezing in his tracks.

There was a noise of rummaging from inside the house, and Nan Xian came out with a piece of gauze, kindly bandaging him up which caused the man to shiver throughout the process.

As he left, his legs gave way on the stairs and he tumbled down.

"It seems they are quite easy to communicate with."

Nan Xian closed the door and habitually sat cross-legged on the sofa.

"I’ve told you before, communicate more with others, socializing isn’t that hard."

Qin Zhao had just about confirmed his identity.

"After my ascension, I did indeed communicate with others."

Back in the Canglan Realm, Nan Xian didn’t like to go out or communicate with others.

His purpose for taking a disciple was to have her handle the trivial outside matters.

After ascending to the Immortal Realm, he waited for a long time without Qin Zhao showing up, requiring him to negotiate many matters himself. Later, to gather news about Qin Zhao, he had no choice but to inquire among various immortals.

"How did you communicate?"

"By reasoning with them."

Thinking about Nan Xian’s recent actions, Qin Zhao was not very convinced.

"You said you prepared quite a few divine artifacts for me, what are they?"

"The Changyuan Sword, Qiankun Mirror, Eight Diagram."

Nan Xian pondered for a moment, "There are some other things, but I can’t quite remember."

"Was the Changyuan Sword one you threw down?"

Qin Zhao was surprised, not expecting the sword to be of such significance.

Nan Xian was a Divine Monarch of the Immortal Realm, any sword he threw down would at least be an Immortal Sword.

"Have you seen the Changyuan Sword?"

"The Changyuan Sword is with my friend now, she’s recognized as its master."

"..."

This was a treasure he had given to his disciple, how did it end up in someone else’s hands?

Annoying (￣_￣)

"Let her have it then, aren’t there other good things?"

"Do you know where the things are?"

"This, I need to think carefully about."

Qin Zhao’s mouth twitched, "Don’t tell me you can’t remember?"

Nan Xian gave an embarrassed smile, "I wasn’t paying attention when I threw them, hehe."

Qin Zhao really wanted to wallop him.

"You don’t have a penny on you?"

"None."

"I’ll transfer some to you."

"That’s quite embarrassing," Nan Xian sighed, "We just met as master and disciple, and I haven’t given you a welcome gift yet, but you have to transfer money to me."

Qin Zhao lowered his head to fiddle with his phone, already preparing to transfer the money.

"How about I transfer twenty thousand for your living expenses for now?"

"Make it fifty thousand."

Nan Xian earnestly watched his good disciple.

"I still owe two years of rent, the landlord seems to have forgotten, but I feel it’s not right not to pay. What if one day he comes with people to look for me? I’d have to get physical again, and I’m scared."

"You don’t have Spiritual Power, but you know some Martial Arts, what are you scared of?"

"I’m afraid I might accidentally kill them."

"..."

Seeing the serious expression on Nan Xian’s face, Qin Zhao realized that he wasn’t joking; he truly feared that he might accidentally kill a mortal.

"What are you planning to do if you can’t remember where the Divine Artifact is?"

"I don’t know; I want to go back now."

Nan Xian furrowed his brows, filled with regret.

He had already cast the Divine Artifact down; all he had to do was tell Qin Zhao to find it.

Why did he have to come down himself?

And he hadn’t anticipated that after the transmigration of his soul, his memory would not be as good.

"The main issue is, I don’t know how to get back."

Qin Zhao walked over and patted his shoulder, "Master, let me give you a piece of advice; find a factory job first."

"What factory? I plan to cultivate some Spiritual Energy. As for work, this body has a job; it seems to be some sort of singer; maybe I can earn some living expenses with it."

"What kind of singer?"

"You know, writing and singing songs. I’ll play some for you."

Nan Xian played some audio files recorded by the original body owner on his phone.

"You sing quite well, but as a singer, you have to show your face; are you sure you can do it?"

Nan Xian gave Qin Zhao a reassuring look, "I’ve grown; what’s so hard about singing in front of people?"

"Then... could you sing a bit for me?"

Nan Xian truly did sing a bit for her.

This made Qin Zhao realize that the talent for singing had nothing to do with the body but was related to the soul.

What Nan Xian was doing now was just dryly reciting the lyrics.

"Do you have a contract with any company?"

"No."

"Then come to my company."

The original owner of the body was probably just an unknown small-time singer.

Qin Zhao planned to have him sign with Shenyu Entertainment, then speak to Qin Yu about it; even sending him a basic allowance would be okay. She could pay for it herself if necessary.

As for Nan Xian supporting himself through singing, she didn’t hold much hope.

"Get used to life in the Mortal World; I’ll come find you in a few days after sorting out the job."

Qin Zhao was ready to leave and was going to visit the office building of Shenyu Entertainment.

"Also, don’t forget to think hard about where the Divine Artifact might be!"

"....."

He felt that it might be a bit difficult.

-

Chu Yan was still unaware that the man he had begrudged for hundreds of years and dreamed of bitterly had also appeared in this world and had met Qin Zhao.

He was currently sitting alone in a dimly lit private room in a high-end bar.

The neighboring private room was a stark contrast; it was bustling with loud music, and many young men and women were excitedly dancing together.

Lu Zhiheng was among these people.

In the dark private room, a blood-red light suddenly flashed at Chu Yan’s fingertips.

Out in the corridor, a ghost drifted in, appearing bewildered as it approached Chu Yan’s room.

The cold and noble man sat on the sofa, legs crossed.

He looked up slowly; his cool gaze seemed to carry a faint hint of blood.

The ghost was terrified and felt an overwhelming fear that made her want to flee.

"Come back."

He slowly opened his mouth, and the ghost stiffened, not daring to move.

"Why are you following Lu Zhiheng?"

After seeing Lu Zhiheng at the bar, Chu Yan had noticed a ghost lingering around him.

The ghost couldn’t harm him and was nearly dissipating.

Chu Yan had caught many ghosts with Qin Zhao; he knew that the qi around Lu Zhiheng was too overpowering, so much so that even spirits couldn’t harm him.

The reason the ghost was lingering was naturally that Lu Zhiheng had killed this woman.

"I, I..."

Remembering the events before her death, the ghost couldn’t help but wail in sorrow.

Chu Yan furrowed his brows, his gaze icy and displeased, "I don’t like to hear crying."

The private room instantly became utterly quiet.

The ghost felt an immense terror and pressure, clutching her lips to prevent any sound.

"Speak, what’s the reason."