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The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 292
🕑 Added 2024-04-13 18:02:20 +0000 UTCChapter 292
Of course, the protagonist Qi Yang, protected by his main character aura, not only emerged unscathed but also managed to activate his Taoist inheritance ahead of time during an emergency. Although he didn't fully receive it all at once, he gained enough power to protect himself and successfully escape with his companions from the collapsing ancient tomb.
Half an hour later, a few dirt-covered individuals faced the ruins and exchanged looks. Finally, a short man with a broken arm spoke up, "Should we still report to the professor?"
One of them, adjusting his cracked glasses, suggested, "Maybe we shouldn’t. Everything’s collapsed, and it’s hard to explain in the report. We might even be blamed for causing the collapse."
The chubby one shivered, "What about our summer report..."
He was sternly glanced at, "We nearly lost our lives, and you’re worried about a summer report? Just make something up when we get back. Qi Yang, what do you think?"
Still dizzy from receiving the inheritance, Qi Yang nodded, "Let's head back first. Zhang Feng needs to get his arm treated in the town."
As they helped each other leave, Chen Yue, who had been pondering where the Zombie King might have gone, suddenly felt a chill down her spine and blacked out before she could react.
No one noticed that someone was missing from the group.
"Host, you..." 098 began but was cut off as Ling Chunann bit into Chen Yue's neck, having dragged her back unnoticed.
Half a minute later, Ling Chunann released her, retracting his fangs, clearly not satisfied with the taste. He stuffed a blood-replenishing pill into the nearly lifeless body’s mouth, unceremoniously slapped her awake, and met her eyes before hypnotizing her and placing her back at the end of the group.
Despite his dissatisfaction with the taste, Ling Chunann gained strength from the blood. His skin, though still unnaturally pale, regained some elasticity, no longer the texture of a dried corpse. Swallowing hard, he felt hungrier, but the taste had put him off.
"Host, it’s bad! Dozens of Taoist priests are headed this way," 098 reported, "The fastest ones will arrive in about five minutes, and you’ve just recovered. You’re not their match yet."
Five seconds later, 098 cried out again, "Host, one of them is too fast, expected to arrive in one minute. You need to run!" How could there be such a powerful Taoist in this world? The host was now their nemesis, and getting caught would be disastrous.
098 barely finished speaking when a figure appeared at the edge of their vision, rapidly approaching.
It’s over, the host has been spotted! 098 was both anxious and angry, "Host, run!"
Finally hearing 098’s plea, Ling Chunann crouched down... transforming into a white little fox and quickly hid in the bushes.
098 was in despair, "Why are you so adept at this after turning into an animal? I don’t recall you ever transforming into a four-legged creature before."
"Perhaps you might consider me exceptionally gifted," Ling Chunann boasted from behind a rock in the bushes, licking his paw before freezing, the damn animal instincts kicking in.
During this brief moment, Han Fenglian had already approached Ling Chunann, looking down at him from above. 098 dryly said, "Host, it’s the master. He’s found you."
With years of cultivation experience, Han Fenglian immediately noticed that the creature in the bush was not just any small fox but sensed the unique presence of a zombie, despite the current era of sparse spiritual energy, which would not support such a pure spirit fox.
Thinking this, he crouched in front of the little fox, extending his hand with the friendliest expression, "Come here, little one."
Ling Chunann twitched his ears, glaring at the smiling man before him.
As Han Fenglian's smile brightened at the cute antics of the little fox, "Sweetie, come here, or the bad guys will catch you."
"Host, the first group will arrive in two minutes," 098 reported.
Seeing no change in the man’s smiling face, Ling Chunann finally deigned to walk a few steps forward and rubbed his head against his fingers.
Han Fenglian scooped up the little fox, which was barely bigger than his palm, into his arms, "You're too thin." He caressed Ling Chunann's head and then freed one hand to form several Taoist hand signs.
Watching the man's actions, Ling Chunann squinted his eyes. These were cultivator's hand signs, meant to gather spiritual energy. With ample spiritual energy around, the nearly invisible zombie aura instantly vanished.
After finishing, Han Fenglian's expression softened, standing before the ruins just as the first group of about ten Taoist priests arrived at the clearing.
Being such quick responders, these
priests were among the best in their field. Looking at the ancient tomb ruins ahead with solemn expressions, they sensed the disturbance even hundreds of kilometers away, suggesting something significant had occurred.
Though they pondered this, no one moved; they all looked towards Han Fenglian, their eyes cautious.
A clueless young man was about to speak when an elder next to him scolded, "Come back."
The elder bowed to Han Fenglian, "I am Zhang Jinde, chairman of the Dragon Group Taoist Association. We were nearby in Licheng for a meeting and rushed here upon sensing the disturbance. May I know how to address this fellow Daoist?"
Han Fenglian gently scratched the little fox’s chin and looked at the elder, ignoring his earlier probing, and directly introduced himself, "Han Fenglian."
"Han?" Zhang Jinde was startled, "Could it be the Han family of the Northern City?"
"Indeed." Han Fenglian flipped his hand to reveal a family token, which he quickly withdrew after Zhang Jinde glimpsed the family crest.
Zhang Jinde, recognizing the Han family crest, became excited, his earlier doubts dispelling as he laughed, "So it's the Han family head, I've long admired you."
The other elders behind him could barely contain their excitement, "We have seen the Han family head."
The Northern City Han family had been the leading family of Taoist priests for a millennium until they mysteriously disappeared about 150 years ago. It was unexpected that they would appear here today.
Seeing Han Fenglian’s unchanged expression, Zhang Jinde’s eyes flashed with admiration, "Since the Han family secluded themselves over a century ago, the line of Taoist priests has been in decline. Does the Han family head plan to make a return?"
Han Fenglian looked down at the little fox in his arms, "Perhaps."
"This is... a spirit fox?!" Zhang Jinde only then noticed the little creature in Han Fenglian’s arms, exclaiming in surprise.
Everyone was startled, their gazes towards Ling Chunann turning feverish. A natural-born spirit fox was like a mini gathering array for cultivators, a temptation none could refuse. If it weren't currently in Han Fenglian’s arms, someone would have likely tried to snatch it on the spot.
Feeling everyone’s eyes on his precious little one, Han Fenglian’s eyes grew colder.
Including Zhang Jinde, the priests felt an immense pressure, quickly diverting their gazes. When Han Fenglian withdrew his imposing aura, everyone's faces were pale, the younger, less experienced priests nearly lost their footing. Any previous underestimations vanished; this man’s mere presence was overwhelming, let alone if he were to take action...
Eventually, it was Zhang Jinde, the most senior present, who smoothed things over, "We truly apologize, Han family head. The juniors don’t understand, please forgive them."
"Hmm," Han Fenglian glanced at Zhang Jinde, patting Ling Chunann’s head as it peeked out from his arms, "The seal here has been broken, and there are no zombies or ghosts in the tomb, nor any abnormalities around."
"Does the Han family head know what was sealed here?"
"I do not."
At that moment, a young man's cellphone rang. He quietly answered the call and after hanging up, hurried to Zhang Jinde, who was chatting with Han Fenglian, whispering, "Master, Xiao Er says they've found who broke the seal."
Zhang Jinde's eyes widened, "Really?"
The young man nodded.
Zhang Jinde bowed to Han Fenglian, "Apologies, Han family head, but we must attend to an urgent matter. Here is my business card. When you return to the Northern City, please be sure to contact me."
Under Zhang Jinde’s command, the group quickly departed, heading towards the cliff, the same direction from which the main characters had left.
Once everyone had left, Han Fenglian’s expression softened again. He scratched the drowsy little fox's large ears, seeing its cute tremble, his eyes full of amusement.
"Don’t sleep just yet, I'll get you something." He walked towards the ruins.
Ling Chunann perked up, watching the direction Han Fenglian was heading.
Han Fenglian stopped at what should have been the center of the tomb chamber, "Luckily, there’s still quite a bit left. We're fortunate." Carefully setting Ling Chunann down, "Stay still, darling." He then began forming hand signs.
About three minutes later, specks of white light floated from the ruins, gradually merging into Ling Chunann’s body.
Ling Chunann remembered these light specks; they had floated in the tomb chamber when he awoke, but at that time, his inspection concluded they were unabsorbable free-floating particles, and the plot hadn’t mentioned they could be absorbed, so Ling Chunann hadn’t paid them any mind, nor did he know how Han Fenglian
managed to extract them.
However, Ling Chunann soon gave up pondering, beginning to assimilate the rapidly merging energy.
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