The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 293 (Patreon)

Chapter 293

Despite the energies being docile under Han Fenglian's manipulation, the sheer amount still took Ling Chunann a long time to digest. Waking from meditation, Ling Chunann had returned to the prime state of this body from a thousand years ago, which, according to the original description, should be the state anticipated for a decisive battle years later.

At this moment, Ling Chunann was lying on a large bed, beneath him soft sheets, the room decorated in a light cold hue, undoubtedly to his taste. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warming the fluffy carpet, some of it catching on his tail.

Tail?

While he had adapted well to this small four-legged creature, Ling Chunann was still amused by the overly fluffy large white tail. He hadn't had a chance to examine his body since the last transformation. First, Ling Chunann moved the tail, which was about half the length of a small fox's body, gracefully arcing it through the air. But as he brought it in front of his eyes for a closer look, he couldn’t quite grasp it, and ended up spinning around the bed with his tail for three times, suddenly freezing—what was he doing?

Could it be that turning into an animal really reduced brain capacity? Ling Chunann, full of vexation, refused to ponder this question any further and lightly jumped off the bed, calling out, “098.”

098, who was quietly watching its host’s antics, quickly responded, "Yes, host."

“How long did I sleep?” Ling Chunann ultimately avoided asking about brain capacity.

Having learned prudence, 098 wisely avoided the sensitive topic. “Replying to the host, it’s been three days, we are in the Northern City now. The master left two hours ago, should be back soon.”

Now standing before a floor-length mirror, the little fox in the reflection had large obsidian eyes, nearly occupying half its face, its ears fluffy and large, its fur pure white and lustrous, the overly fluffy tail nearly as big as its body. In fact, it wasn’t one tail but three. Ling Chunann stood the tails up to study them closely, sure he hadn’t misseen. He recalled having only one tail three days ago, feeling the abundant energy within his body, it seemed his cultivation had increased.

After examining the fox body, Ling Chunann transformed back into his human form.

He was still wearing the dark brocade robe from when he woke up last. Unlike other high-class zombies who had a slightly pale complexion, Ling Chunann's skin was elastic and fair as jade, appearing to be between nineteen and twenty years old in human age. This face had inherited traits from a fox spirit, especially those captivating peach blossom eyes, which could enchant all living beings without any expression.

Satisfied with the reflection of his devastatingly handsome face, Ling Chunann curved his lips.

098 inhaled quietly, sensing that if the host stood on the street with that face, the old vinegar pot of a master might just cry. And if all zombies were like the host, they wouldn’t need to sneak around for food—just a beckon of his finger would likely have willing meals lining up from the south to the north of the city.

Ignoring what 098 was thinking, Ling Chunann quickly rushed into the bathroom.

—This body hadn't bathed in over a thousand years!

The bath took nearly an hour, and only then was Ling Chunann satisfied. Casually wiping his wet long hair and draped in a bathrobe, barefoot, he stepped out of the bathroom. Seeing the man sitting properly on the bed didn’t surprise him, “You’re back.”

Having checked earlier, Ling Chunann knew the room was surrounded by various protective seals—he could leave, but no one could enter, so the only person who could come in was expected.

“My darling.” Han Fenglian stood up, not surprised by his little fox suddenly turning human. His gaze paused on Ling Chunann’s delicately exposed collarbone, then noted his still dripping hair and bare feet, his disapproval evident. He took the towel from Ling Chunann's hand, pulled him to sit on the bed, and began to earnestly dry his hair.

Han Fenglian’s movements were gentle, as if he was handling a hard-won treasure, his expression soft and devoted.

During this time, neither spoke, the atmosphere serene and beautiful. Once the last strand of hair was dry, Ling Chunann relaxed and leaned into the man’s embrace, licked his lips contentedly, and saw the man’s already deep eyes tremble.

He licked down the man’s jaw to his neck, then bared his fangs.

The loss of blood meant little to Han Fenglian, who was more concerned about the touch of Ling Chunann’s lips on his skin as he fed.

Wrapping his arms around Ling Chunann, allowing him to feed more comfortably, Han Fenglian considered how to prevent his darling from biting others in the future.

Once

 Ling Chunann finally stopped, Han Fenglian’s face was a bit pale, “Are you full, my darling?”

Ling Chunann nodded contentedly. The energy in Han Fenglian’s blood was rich, satisfying him quickly, and as always, delicious. With that in mind, Ling Chunann retracted his fangs, bit into the man’s shoulder again, then squinted his eyes contentedly—it was indeed delicious.

Han Fenglian watched Ling Chunann’s actions with a beaming smile, asking in a low voice, “Do you like it?”

“Of course.” Knowing exactly what the man was planning, Ling Chunann licked the nearly healed wound on Han Fenglian’s shoulder, looked up into his eyes, and smiled brightly, “But I heard from a subordinate that the blood of virgins is the tastiest on earth, I wonder if it’s true. Maybe I’ll try it someday.”

The more he heard, the darker Han Fenglian’s expression became. What kind of subordinates were these, corrupting his darling like this?

Deciding to take care of those corrupting subordinates, Han Fenglian displayed a convincing smile, “Darling, remember, no matter what, the blood of ordinary people can never be as delicious as that of cultivators. Moreover, the higher the cultivator’s level, the more energy their blood contains, and the tastier it is.”

“So, you’re saying I should capture cultivators for food in the future?” the ‘innocent’ little fox blinked.

Han Fenglian’s expression stiffened, but he quickly recovered, coaxing earnestly, “You must have heard the conversation with those villains that day. The Han family is the foremost family of the Celestial Master clans, the most powerful among them. And me, I am now the head of the Han family, the most powerful of them all.”

“Oh! I get it!” Ling Chunann had an epiphany, “You mean you have the highest cultivation, right?”

Pleased that his darling was catching on, Han Fenglian was about to continue his little fox seduction plan when he suddenly heard a puzzled voice from his embrace.

“But how would I know if those people don’t taste good if I don’t try them?”

“…”

The two discussed this topic for a long while, eventually taking their debate to the bed.

Facing Ling Chunann, the man never won, but in bed, it was Ling Chunann who had never won against the man. So, ultimately, due to his now vastly more sensitive nature from the change in species, Ling Chunann, under the man’s vigorous endurance, admitted defeat, promising not to bite anyone but him in the future and was let off the hook.

Regarding the host’s behavior of deliberately provoking the old vinegar pot and then being taught a lesson, 098 would never admit it took pleasure in his misfortune. After Ling Chunann woke up, 098 immediately offered its sincerest concern, “Host, you’ve been asleep for nearly twenty-four hours, are you alright?”

Ling Chunann lazily rubbed the soft pillow, “Shut up 098, don’t think I don’t know you’re reveling in schadenfreude.”

098 sulked silently, the host was displacing his anger!

“Darling’s awake, are you hungry? Want something to eat?” At that moment, someone felt Ling Chunann awaken and appeared in the room, his voice gentle yet flattering, while he unbuttoned his shirt, very aware of his role as food.

But seeing this gesture, Ling Chunann subconsciously felt a backache and grimaced, “...don’t come over, I don’t want to see you right now.”

It was the beginning of September, and schools were starting, including Jing University. The school gates were bustling early, occupied by banners for welcoming new students, the senior students lively and energetic.

Chen Yue held a sign for the Archaeology Department, half-heartedly. Having returned from the ancient tombs more than a month ago, she watched the news every day but heard no reports of attacks. Why was that? After the Zombie King’s resurgence in the original story, it only took a few days before several young female students in a nearby town were killed. Moreover, the appearance of the Zombie King also stirred up the lesser zombies, and for the next month or two, many cities were plagued by unsolved cases and widespread panic. It couldn’t be this peaceful, could it? Was this her butterfly effect?

“Xiaoyue, what are you thinking about?” Qi Yang patted Chen Yue’s shoulder.

“Ah, Qi Yang, long time no see.” Chen Yue snapped back to reality, “Where have you been lately? I tried to call you, but your phone was off. I wanted to invite you out for a meal a few days ago, but I couldn’t reach you.”

“I’ve been dealing with some personal matters.” Qi Yang touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed. Since returning

 from the last tomb expedition, he had been accepting and applying celestial master teachings, and hadn’t spent much time with his classmates.

Hearing Qi Yang’s explanation, Chen Yue didn’t press further, “Then can you hold the sign for a bit? I need to check on Zhang Feng, he said he’d be at the east gate at eight o’clock. He asked me to help him move some stuff since his arm’s not working well.”

“I should go instead, you definitely don’t have as much strength as I do,” Qi Yang chuckled.

“That’s fine, you go.” Chen Yue waved her hand.

After parting with Chen Yue, Qi Yang headed towards the school’s east gate. The school had a large lake, requiring a long detour through the campus, so he chose a closer shortcut through a small alley.

It was seven forty in the morning, the alley quiet. As he wasn’t in a hurry, Qi Yang walked leisurely, hands in pockets. But just as he turned a corner, he froze—there were two people not far ahead, precisely, a woman with her head bowed against a wall, a man holding her hand and leaning over her. At first glance, the posture seemed intimate, but on closer inspection, Qi Yang realized the man’s head was buried in the woman’s neck, and in the quiet alley, urgent swallowing sounds could be heard.

The man was drinking the woman’s blood—this realization made Qi Yang stare in shock.

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