The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 247 (Patreon)

Chapter 247

However, Qingchun didn't share these thoughts with Qingyuan. He didn't know why, but by the time he realized it, he had already changed the subject. "Junior sister, hurry up. Your senior brother has gone ahead."

"I don't want to; my legs hurt." Qingyuan was upset by Qingchun's excessive admiration for Ling Chunann.

"Don't be willful, junior sister. Our cultivation levels are low; it's our fortune that senior brother is willing to take us with him," Qingchun whispered.

"I don't believe a word you're saying." Qingyuan's temper flared. She was popular among the inner disciples for her beauty, and even several direct senior brothers were very courteous to her. However, Ling Chunann had just ignored her completely, leaving her to the side. "If you're going, then go. We had originally agreed to head south, but you changed your mind as soon as someone else mentioned it. Senior brother, are you still the principled Qingchun I knew?"

Qingchun glanced at the distant figure of Ling Chunann, relieved that he hadn't noticed their conversation, and spoke even more quietly, "We hadn't settled on going south previously; it was uncertain. Now that senior brother is heading west, it's naturally better for us to stick together, for mutual support."

"And anyway, senior brother saved me; he's my lifesaver..."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Qingyuan raised her voice, with a crying tone, "He's your lifesaver, so you'll go wherever he says."

"Fine, go west if you want! I'll head south then."

After saying this, Qingyuan abruptly turned and walked away.

Qingchun didn't expect Qingyuan to act out suddenly, "Junior sister, hey? Junior sister!"

Qingyuan didn't listen to Qingchun anymore, storming off with big steps.

Looking at Ling Chunann and then at the direction Qingyuan left, Qingchun was still worried and hurried after Ling Chunann, "Senior brother Qinglan, you go ahead. I'll go find junior sister Qingyuan and then catch up with you."

"Alright, do you need my help?" Ling Chunann asked with concern.

Thinking of the reason for Qingyuan's departure, Qingchun quickly replied, "No need, I can handle it myself."

"Then okay. There's a lake to the west, I'll wait for you there," Ling Chunann kindly nodded.

Qingchun hesitated, then nodded, "Alright, if I don't come back after a while, you don't have to wait for me."

"Understood."

After parting with them, Ling Chunann quickened his pace. Possibly due to nearing a water source, the density of magic beasts along the way increased, but he simply bypassed them without slowing down.

About fifteen minutes later, the air grew more humid. Ling Chunann slowed his steps.

"Host, the lake is just ahead," 098 said. "The male lead is also heading this way."

"Alright."

"Host, didn't you say you didn't want a spirit pet?" 098 asked again.

"I'm curious, let's take a look," Ling Chunann answered. "Is there a problem?"

"No problem," 098 quickly replied.

Pleased with 098's understanding, Ling Chunann nodded, "098, you're getting better."

"Thank you, host."

"You're welcome."

At that moment, the lake was calm, reflecting the blue sky and appearing exceptionally tranquil.

"Host, doesn't this seem strange?" 098 said. "Why isn't there any wind?"

"Yes, it's very odd," Ling Chunann agreed.

…It wasn't asking to gain approval, but seeing the host had no intention of investigating together, 098 kept its question to itself, diligently searching for the issue. The female lead in the original text hadn't woken up before the male lead, and he was still some distance away, so the scene probably wasn't because of her.

Ling Chunann took a few steps forward, stopped by the lake, and scooped up a handful of water. The icy lake water was exceptionally clean.

"Is there a problem with the water?" 098, having not found anything unusual earlier, was puzzled but didn't voice its confusion.

"No problem," Ling Chunann shook his head, scattering the water from his palm. "I was just checking if it's clean enough to drink."

098: "...” It felt like it had been duped again.

Just then, Ling Chunann suddenly retreated several steps, drew his sword, and swiftly swung it. There was a splash, and something fell into the water, causing ripples. At the center of the ripples, the water reddened with blood, and on the shore lay a severed octopus leg as thick as a human thigh.

The cut was clean

and smooth, and the leg twitched and writhed before getting dirty in the muddy shore, looking even more disgusting.

Ling Chunann glanced at the leg, then threw a small knife at it. The knife struck accurately, causing the leg to contract as if screaming before finally ceasing its struggle.

Ling Chunann looked back at the now calm lake, his grip on the sword unrelaxed.

"Host, it's one zhang (about 3.3 meters) to your northeast," 098 quickly regained its composure, determined to be a useful system for the host by offering assistance.

Ling Chunann nodded and threw his sword in the direction 098 indicated.

098 was both surprised and touched by Ling Chunann's trust, throwing his weapon without hesitation. It anxiously watched that direction, fearing a misjudgment.

As Qingchun had seen, Ling Chunann's sword indeed contained no spiritual energy, appearing to be a mere mortal weapon. However, the sword's grade was beyond 098's detection.

Yun Su had given it to Ling Chunann with only a simple instruction to use it well, without detailing its origin or usage. 098 speculated that the sword was at least a spiritual weapon, possibly even a celestial weapon, its full capabilities yet unrevealed due to Ling Chunann's current cultivation level.

After throwing the sword, Ling Chunann didn't stop; he threw more hidden weapons.

These were not ordinary blades like the sword; they were spiritual weapons of considerable lethality, especially when imbued with cultivation energy, far beyond what the trial area's beasts could withstand.

Perhaps intentionally, Ling Chunann's circle of blades enclosed the giant octopus, with the seemingly harmless sword at the center.

098 felt a bit of sympathy for the unseen octopus, knowing the host must have done this on purpose.

As expected, the octopus chose to face the sword in the middle.

The octopus, with a ninth level of Qi cultivation, had obviously practiced for some time. The lake was its territory, and it had eaten many passing beasts, relying on its underwater advantage. If not for Ling Chunann's swift action, it would have likely met the same fate.

The remaining tentacles tried to entangle Ling Chunann's sword but were swiftly severed by the speeding blade. The octopus, presumably in pain, opened its mouth wide but made no sound.

With one strike, the octopus was left with only two legs.

It wailed and sank into the murky lake.

098 asked, "Host, it's gone to the lake bottom. Will you pursue?"

"No need," Ling Chunann collected the knives. "It will come back up."

You've already cut off so many of its legs, any creature with a bit of intelligence wouldn't come back, 098 thought, but didn't dare say it out loud, feeling it would be proven wrong again.

Despite being a system without a "face," getting it wrong every time was still embarrassing.

After a while, 098 was shocked to see the octopus resurface and launch another attack on Ling Chunann.

Naturally, Ling Chunann didn't let it succeed, cutting off its remaining two legs with his sword.

The octopus's bare head rolled on the ground, glaring at Ling Chunann with a fierce, toothy grimace, as if attempting to bite him.

Ling Chunann kicked it away, and after a few rolls and twitches, the octopus head lay still.

"Host, the male lead is about half a day's journey from here. They've encountered a pack of wind wolves."

"The male lead has obtained the pass token, but he seems not to be planning to leave."

098 dutifully reported on the male lead's status.

Ling Chunann washed his hands in the now clean lake water, then glanced at the dirty octopus leg and head on the shore.

The octopus head was as tall as him. Ling Chunann thought for a moment, then took out a match, lit it, and threw it at the head. In moments, the head vanished without a trace.

The match, lit with spiritual energy and burning with a white flame of Samadhi True Fire, was originally made by Yun Su for Ling Chunann's protection. At Ling Chunann's suggestion, it was fashioned into a matchstick shape. For Yun Su, as long as his beloved disciple liked it, whatever shape it took was fine.

"Sister." At that moment, a beautiful female voice called from behind Ling Chunann.

Turning around, Ling Chunann saw a beautiful woman standing on the lakeside grass, smiling at him.

A breeze swept through, rustling the lakeside trees and wafting a faint grassy scent from the lakeshore grass, making everything peaceful and beautiful.

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