The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 254 (Patreon)

Chapter 254

"I'm so universally adored, of course, everyone likes me," Ling Chunann said with a smile.

098 was taken aback, but then again... the male lead is straight.

However, 098 eventually dropped the topic. After traveling through so many worlds, it had been proven wrong too many times to count. It decided it was better not to embarrass itself.

Seeing that 098 wasn't responding, Ling Chunann felt a bit bored. 098 was becoming less and less cute.

"Where is the male lead now?" Ling Chunann asked as he stepped out.

"Host, the male lead got injured yesterday and is currently resting in his room," 098 answered.

"Then we better not disturb him," Ling Chunann said with a smile, then knocked on the neighboring room's door.

"Junior Brother! You've finished your seclusion!" Zhang Zhifeng said excitedly upon seeing Ling Chunann.

"Yes, Brother Qingyun, when do we set off?"

"Uh, Brother Qinghan said he went into seclusion yesterday too," Zhang Zhifeng's expression stiffened.

After chatting a bit more with Zhang Zhifeng, Ling Chunann left the inn. It seemed Zhang Zhifeng had other matters and didn't accompany Ling Chunann.

Wandering the streets casually, Ling Chunann eventually stopped at a deserted street.

This street was somewhat deserted, with a grand mansion at its center. However, the gates were closed, and the walls were covered in vines. The nameplate "Yun Mansion" had faded, and passersby hurried past, seemingly avoiding it on purpose.

Ling Chunann, who had a stealth charm, went unnoticed by the people.

"Host, there is an energy fluctuation about five hundred meters to the southeast," 098 said seriously. "The male lead has been here before. Be cautious of deceit, and I advise you not to go in."

098 indicated the location was inside Yun Mansion, likely the backyard judging by the distance. Ling Chunann raised an eyebrow, "Who said I was going in?"

098 sighed in relief. It was good he wasn't going in.

In reality, with just a slight use of his mind, Ling Chunann had already noticed it was a record stone. Anyone entering Yun Mansion would be recorded and reported to its owner, naturally used by Yun Zehan to search for Yun Zeying.

However, Ling Chunann's cultivation was several levels higher than the male lead's, so it was not easy for the male lead to detect him. But Ling Chunann had no interest in provoking him. After all, his mission didn't directly conflict with the male lead's.

After confirming there was nothing special about Yun Mansion, Ling Chunann was about to leave when he saw several people in black quickly entering a small courtyard next to Yun Mansion.

"Host, those are demon cultivators!" 098's voice rose a bit.

"I can see," Ling Chunann replied calmly.

"What are they doing here? Did they find the spiritual vein?" Although 098 couldn't sense it, according to the original story, the spiritual vein was indeed near Yun Mansion, and the local spiritual energy was indeed slightly more abundant. However, this slight difference was not enough to pinpoint its exact location.

"We'll know if we go in and have a look," Ling Chunann said, then climbed over the wall into the small courtyard.

The demon cultivators' cultivation levels were all at the Golden Core stage, higher than the male lead's but lower than Ling Chunann's, so they did not notice the person crouching on the roof.

"Have you found the spiritual vein yet?"

"The respected one only gave us half a month, and it's already been thirteen days."

"We almost had a clue yesterday, but it was ruined by a young man who also killed several of our commanders."

"Is there any news on that young man?"

...

Naturally, the young man they referred to was Yun Zehan.

They didn't reveal any useful information, and Ling Chunann lost interest after listening for a while. "098, check who their respected one is."

"Yes, host," 098 answered.

The original text did not mention this conversation, so until these demon cultivators were killed by righteous cultivators, no one mentioned there was someone behind them. This was an unexpected gain.

As Ling Chunann leisurely walked back to the inn, 098 finally spoke, "Host, I couldn't find any information on their respected one. Demon cultivators refer to their leaders as 'Lord Demon Sovereign.'"

"I see," Ling Chunann wasn't surprised by this outcome.

"By the way, host, what did you do when you left that courtyard?" 098 noticed Ling Chunann had paused for a moment, but it was busy filtering through data and didn't see his actions clearly.

"Nothing much, just left them a little gift," Ling Chunann seemed to be in a good mood.

Upon returning to the inn, Zhang

Zhifeng was not there, but Ling Chunann ran into the people from the Fengxian Sect.

As Ling Chunann was going upstairs, the people from the Fengxian Sect came in from the door. An Ling's eyes lit up upon seeing Ling Chunann, "Young brother!"

"Lady, what a coincidence," Ling Chunann turned around and greeted her.

During their last meeting at the Yuntian Tower, Ling Chunann had his back to them, so this was the first time the other disciples of the Fengxian Sect really saw his face.

The desire for beauty is universal, applicable in any world. This could be seen from how everyone's gaze shifted from hostility to eagerness, especially the female cultivators, whose eyes were practically glued to Ling Chunann's face.

An Ling seemed not to notice these reactions. Pleased that Ling Chunann remembered her, she beamed, "Young brother, why haven't I seen your little fox?"

The lady, known as the sect's beauty, seemed to radiate light. There were quite a few guests on the first floor of the inn, and almost half of them were looking at her face, with the other half looking at Ling Chunann.

"She's in the room," Ling Chunann replied.

"May I see her?"

"Sure."

At this moment, the disciple standing behind Daling couldn't hold back any longer, "Sister..."

However, before he could finish, An Ling had already run up to Ling Chunann's side, "Let's go."

...

Ling Chunann didn't call Daling when he left; she was sleeping at the time and should be about to wake up now.

As Ling Chunann expected, as soon as he opened the door, a white shadow flew towards him, followed by the young voice of the little fox, "Master!"

Ling Chunann caught the little fox and rubbed her head, then turned to An Ling, "Lady, please come in."

An Ling concealed her surprise and smiled at Ling Chunann, "Forgive my lack of insight. I didn't realize you were a fellow cultivator. I'm An Ling, from the Fengxian Sect. May I know which sect you're from?"

"I am from the Jianling Sect, Qinglan." Ling Chunann looked at the little fox in his hand, "This is my spirit pet."

"So you're a fellow daoist from the Jianling Sect." Remembering she had asked if the little fox was for sale, An Ling's face turned slightly red, "I apologize for my earlier rudeness."

"No worries, Daoist An Ling, please come in and talk," Ling Chunann stepped aside.

098: "Host, are you really inviting her in? If the master knew you invited a strange lady back to your room, he would definitely be jealous!"

"Sister!" At that moment, another disciple of the Fengxian Sect ran up, whispering something in An Ling's ear.

An Ling's expression turned serious, "I'm really sorry, Daoist Qinglan, I have some urgent matters to attend to now. I'll visit you another time."

"If it's urgent, then go ahead, Daoist An Ling," Ling Chunann nodded understandingly, "If there's anything I can help with, just let me know."

"Thank you."

The two hurried off, and Ling Chunann closed the door leisurely.

Ling Chunann and 098 had heard the disciple's message about demon cultivators fighting in the western city.

"Host, did those demon cultivators act that way because of your 'gift'?" 098 asked. It couldn't help but wonder, given Ling Chunann had so many bizarre items.

"You guess."

That almost certainly meant yes.

Ling Chunann had left the demon cultivators a colorless, odorless poison that was harmless to ordinary people but deadly to cultivators. It caused their cultivation to regress and their minds to become confused, leading them to fight amongst themselves until only one remained, who would then regain their senses.

This poison had a very short lifespan in the air, so Ling Chunann wasn't worried it would affect other cultivators.

The Fengxian Sect acted quickly to quell the chaos in the city, but the last demon cultivator disappeared without a trace.

Thanks to the absence of demon cultivators causing trouble, the floating city did not become a dead city. As Ling Chunann was leaving, his system notification rang again.

"Reversal value +5%, current reversal value is 25%. Please continue to work hard, host."

098 was a bit surprised, but seeing Ling Chunann's unfazed eyes, it held back its questions.

"This is his homeland, after all." Ling Chunann seemed to sense 098's confusion and spoke lightly, "If you seriously study the story, you'll realize that the male lead didn't actually want to destroy the floating city. While its destruction seemed to resolve his inner conflicts on the surface, it actually increased his demonic

nature, which is one of the reasons he was so cruel to Yun Zeying later on."

098 pondered Ling Chunann's words and found them to make a lot of sense, praising, "Host, you're amazing!"

"Thank you, meeting me is your fortune," Ling Chunann replied with a smile.

098: "..." That's true, but isn't it a bit too straightforward to say it yourself?

As Ling Chunann teased 098, Zhang Zhifeng pulled him aside, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother."

"What is it, Senior Brother?" Ling Chunann asked.

Zhang Zhifeng glanced in Yun Zehan's direction, then switched to telepathy, "Have you noticed Brother Qinghan acting strange these past few days?"

Ling Chunann was puzzled, "Strange?"

"To be precise, ever since he arrived in this city, he's been very strange. He used to show a smiling face, but I haven't seen him smile once in over half a month," Zhang Zhifeng said with a saddened expression, "And a few days ago, he seemed to be in poor health, but he wouldn't tell me what was wrong."

Ling Chunann glanced at Zhang Zhifeng, then at the carriage curtain, "I don't see any difference from usual."

"Is that so? Maybe I'm overthinking it then..."

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