The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 332 (Patreon)

Chapter 332

The power appeared abruptly, and 098 had only just sensed it; otherwise, it wouldn't have started warning just now. However, Ling Chunann showed no reaction to its alerts, his movements undisturbed. Noticing his focused expression, 098 didn’t dare interrupt and had to remain fully alert.

To 098's surprise, the expected time arrived, but no one barged in. It had clearly detected that power lingering near the house! 098 couldn't believe its monitoring had failed.

At this moment, Ling Chunann finished the last stroke, and with a flash of silver light, the formation succeeded. Creating a formation that connects two worlds was a bit too strenuous for the sparse magic in his body now; he lifted his sleeve to wipe off sweat and circulated the soul force within his body, finally shaking off the feeling of weakness from excessive blood loss.

The ingredients for the formation had to include demon's fresh blood. Long-term immersion under official control had already mutated Ling Chunann's body, not entirely turning into a demon, but close enough, with the power in his blood far purer than many demons.

Seeing the formation's successful creation, 098 could hardly hide its excitement, "Host, are you planning to go to the demon realm to find the master?"

"Of course, I plan to find him," Ling Chunann confirmed 098's guess, while taking off his clothes heading towards the bathroom; he couldn't stand the sweat any longer.

After a shower and changing into dark sportswear, Ling Chunann, drying his hair, came back in front of the formation, "098, check if there's anyone outside the door?"

098 quickly responded, "Sorry, host, my scanning range seems to be suppressed; I can't see outside the villa. Your surveillance equipment has completely failed as well. It must be that power that came by. The visitor is not friendly, host, be careful."

"Don't worry." Ling Chunann reassured his little system, focused as he started to activate the formation.

Ding Dong—

The doorbell rang.

Ling Chunann used a fruit knife to slice open his wrist, bright red blood gushing from his pale wrist, falling into the formation's silver light, merging and brightening it.

As time passed, the doorbell rang more urgently. Ling Chunann's wrist wound began to heal slowly, the bleeding lessening, his expression emotionless as he cut the same wound again, silently thinking, 'This time that guy comes back, he’s banned from the bed for half a month.'

Standing outside the villa at this moment were two people; one was Xue Zhengyang, who had sought Ling Chunann before, and the other, a relatively unfamiliar and effeminate handsome young man, was the man who appeared later on the antique street day, named Shu Yuanfeng, the biggest rival at the Du Zixuan International Music Conference.

Xue Zhengyang had been pressing the doorbell for a long time, and seeing no one answering, turned to the person behind him respectfully, "My lord, no one is opening the door, he probably isn't at home."

Shu Yuanfeng glanced at Xue Zhengyang with a smile that was not quite a smile, and unexpectedly waved his hand, sending him flying with a palm strike, "Of all the things, you can't even knock down a door, what use do I have for you?"

Xue Zhengyang spat out a mouthful of blood, kneeling half on the ground, bowing his head in submission, "I am incompetent, please forgive me, my lord."

"That's enough, get up." Shu Yuanfeng generously waved his hand, "Since knocking doesn't work, smash the door down."

"But, there is a barrier..."

"Hmm?"

"Yes, my lord."

Xue Zhengyang gathered his strength and attacked the barrier, but after ten minutes, there was still no progress. Shu Yuanfeng frowned, "Step aside."

"Yes, my lord." Xue Zhengyang stepped back respectfully.

Shu Yuanfeng half-squinted at the small villa before him, sneered, and suddenly a large axe appeared in his hand, slashing fiercely at the barrier.

A transparent energy shield suddenly appeared above the seemingly empty villa, vibrating intensely under the force before fading away again.

Shu Yuanfeng was undeterred and struck fiercely again.

"Host, this is bad, the barrier the master set up is almost not holding," 098 turned anxiously.

After bleeding for over ten minutes, Ling Chunann felt dizzy, and 098's voice nearly disrupted his actions, "Quiet, 098." As he spoke, Ling Chunann took out the Demon Order of Siyu and held it in his hand, starting the final step of the summoning.

Ling Chunann had never intended to go to the demon realm; according to the occasional information he got from Siyu, with his current power, if he rashly went

 to the demon realm, he might be devoured by a group of minor demons in an instant. Therefore, he planned to use this teleportation formation to pull Siyu over.

The reason he didn't use a summoning formation was first because the summoning formation needed the demon's heart blood. If his analysis was correct, Du Zi'an's mother was the one who drew the summoning formation in her room, using her life as a price. She probably thought it was a teleportation formation but ended up being a summoning formation. Summoning formations had no effect on demons; they couldn't return to the demon realm to heal, and she eventually died in the human world. Indeed, she was a demon, and while Du Zi'an didn't inherit her demonic powers, he fully inherited her temperament—dark, selfish, vicious, narrow-minded, and vindictive, all noble traits of a demon.

Moreover, the randomness of the summoning formation was too strong, and it could only summon free demons.

Siyu never lied to Ling Chunann, so the fact that he hadn't returned for so long only proved one thing.

That he was definitely encountering trouble in the demon realm, serious enough that he couldn't extricate himself, prompting him to start drawing the formation.

However, considering the sudden appearance of a powerful force and his previous speculation, Ling Chunann quickly discerned the current situation and was not so anxious anymore.

Dropping three drops of essence blood onto Siyu's Demon Order, placing it in the formation, Ling Chunann shakily drank a bottle of healing potion, and within seconds, the wound on his wrist vanished, his complexion returning to its rosy state. He licked the fresh blood off his wrist and turned to walk toward the door.

Summoning a demon using a teleportation formation was a relatively lengthy process, and Ling Chunann didn't expect to see Siyu appear within two seconds. Instead, he decided to go outside and see what those two had done to the barrier.

Shu Yuanfeng's expression was already quite ugly by this time; even the barriers reputed to be the safest in the demon lord's palace in the demon realm were not as sturdy as this small villa's, shattering layer after layer, seemingly endless.

As he swung down the last axe, the barrier finally shattered.

Shu Yuanfeng was just about to strike towards the main door when suddenly the door opened, and Ling Chunann stood behind it, glancing at Shu Yuanfeng's axe, "Although it's said that visitors are guests, Mr. Shu's manner of greeting might be a bit too much. If I were a little more timid, I might have been frightened to death."

Looking at Ling Chunann's feigned shocked expression, Shu Yuanfeng threw aside his axe, very graciously patting his empty hands, "I apologize for the intrusion. Zi Xuan appears to have recovered, which is really fortunate."

"Thank you," Ling Chunann said coolly, then looked at Xue Zhengyang with a more genuine smile, "Officer Xue has also come. Would you like to come in for a sit today?"

Xue Zhengyang hesitated for a moment, "Thank you, yes."

Ling Chunann unguardedly led the two men inside, "May I ask what the two of you would like to drink?"

"I think you're very tasty," Shu Yuanfeng suddenly appeared behind Ling Chunann, leaning in close to sniff at his neck, his expression somewhat intoxicated, "No wonder he likes you so much. How about you follow me from now on? Whatever he can offer you, I can too, how about that?"

"Oh?" Ling Chunann was not startled by the sudden presence behind him, raising an eyebrow, "What can you offer me?"

"Power, immortality, wealth, anything you can think of, I can give you," Shu Yuanfeng said, wrapping an arm around Ling Chunann's shoulder, his voice full of seduction, "I've been watching you for a long time, you're so smart, you must have realized by now, my power is no less than his."

Ling Chunann shrugged off the hand from his shoulder, relaxed and sat down on the sofa, "So you're saying, all the bugs I encountered in my tasks were your doing?"

"Of course, but I meant no harm, in the end, didn't I compensate you with energy points?" Shu Yuanfeng responded with a smile.

After glancing at Xue Zhengyang, who stood properly behind Shu Yuanfeng, Ling Chunann asked, "Is the violator one of your people?"

"Violator? Is that the name they gave me over there?" Shu Yuanfeng elegantly crossed his hands over his knees, "That's a nice name. How about it, kid, have you decided? Following me would definitely be more interesting than that boring guy."

Ling Chunann then said

, "From the sudden change in the storyline of my first task world to the multiple data errors afterward, all were your means to deal with him, right? What is your purpose?"

Shu Yuanfeng laughed heartily, "Such a smart little thing, you know his identity, don't you?"

"Of course, you are called violators, and he is naturally... the Main God."

Shu Yuanfeng stopped laughing, his expression turning serious, "It's a pity, our Main God now can't even remember his own memories, so weak that I could kill him with two fingers, and now he's trapped in the demon realm, unable to move, truly pitiful." Saying this, he reached out and lifted Ling Chunann's chin, "My beauty, want to know why our great Main God has become this pitiable?"

Ling Chunann, unchanging in expression, swatted away the hand on his chin, the answer crisp and direct, "Don't want to know."

Shu Yuanfeng: "......"

A few seconds later, Shu Yuanfeng touched Ling Chunann's face again, "You little rascal, really naughty. You don't want to know, but I still want you to know, it's because he..."

Shu Yuanfeng's voice abruptly stopped as he was suddenly slammed against the wall by a forceful hand around his neck, a man's cold, bloodthirsty voice as if coming from hell, "Who allowed you to touch him?"

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