Chapter 113: Terrified to Death

Qin Xuan’s speed was far beyond what Li Shihao could react to.

In an instant, Li Shihao was kicked flying, crashing heavily onto a nearby sofa. In the impact, a glass coffee cup on the adjacent table was knocked over, shattering with a sharp crack.

“Teacher Su, are you alright?” Qin Xuan steadied Su Muqing.

“I… I’m okay…” Su Muqing’s face flushed deeply. Her body weakened, unable to stand on its own, she leaned fully into Qin Xuan’s embrace.

“I’ll deal with Li Shihao. You rest for a bit.” Qin Xuan supported her and infused a trace of true energy into her body, slightly suppressing the effects of the medicine she had taken.

Su Muqing regained a bit of clarity and bit her lip, nodding slightly.

“Li Shihao, you’ve tried to harm me repeatedly. I was willing to let you live a little longer, but today, you crossed my bottom line.” Qin Xuan turned coldly and faced the fallen Li Shihao.

“Qin Xuan, what do you intend to do to me?” Li Shihao pushed himself up from the sofa, eyes blazing with malice.

“Kill you. It’s as simple as that.” Qin Xuan’s voice was calm and indifferent.

“Hahaha, you dare? You should know who I am. Do you really think you can kill me?” Li Shihao laughed wildly, utterly arrogant.

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Qin Xuan said, and without hesitation, he swung the Qing Sword. But at the last moment, the blade froze midair.

Li Shihao, initially frightened, relaxed when he saw Qin Xuan’s sword stop halfway, his arrogance growing even more.

“Ha! I knew you wouldn’t dare. Go ahead, make a move!” he taunted.

“Letting you live a few more seconds means nothing,” Qin Xuan sneered.

He wasn’t afraid to kill Li Shihao, but a sudden thought struck him. Yang Ling had dearly wished to see Li Shihao’s downfall. He decided to grant her this final wish, helping her restless spirit find peace and move on to reincarnation.

Holding the string of Buddhist beads once owned by Master Jin Guang, Qin Xuan channeled his last bit of true energy into them. Suddenly, the room was filled with a chilling wind. Li Shihao felt a cold aura sweep through the space, as if something ominous was about to appear.

“What the hell is going on, Qin Xuan?” Li Shihao demanded.

“Remember Yang Ling?” Qin Xuan said coldly. “The girl you killed two years ago. Today, you’ll watch her exact her vengeance.”

“Hahaha!” Li Shihao laughed uproariously. “Qin Xuan, are you crazy? That bitch’s been dead for two years! I want to see what nonsense you’re pulling!”

He didn’t believe it.

But soon, his expression turned to shock.

Gradually, the cold wind above Qin Xuan’s head gathered, coalescing into the faint outline of a woman in white. The flickering image, combined with the thunder and lightning outside, sent a chill down Li Shihao’s spine.

“What is this thing?!” Li Shihao was stunned.

He had watched many horror movies, often accompanying women to scare them before taking advantage of them in bed. To him, those movies were all fake—nothing worth fearing.

Yet the spectral woman in white before him made his heart race wildly. Could ghosts really exist? Impossible! With today’s technology, this had to be some trick by Qin Xuan to fool him...

“Li Shihao…” a cold voice whispered, drifting hauntingly through the room.

“Who’s there?!” Li Shihao looked around nervously.

“Don’t you recognize me?” The figure turned slowly, still ghostlike and translucent. A pale, beautiful face appeared, sorrowful yet filled with bitter hatred as it fixed its gaze on Li Shihao.

“It’s… it really is you... Yang Ling!” Li Shihao was terrified, stumbling backward.

“It is I… and I’m here to watch you die.” Yang Ling’s spirit, eyes burning with vengeance, reached out from beneath her flowing white garment, striving to grasp Li Shihao.

“Ahhh! Don’t come near me! Stay away!” Li Shihao screamed, his courage shattered.

Boom! A flash of lightning and a roar of thunder filled the sky.

Then, in an instant, silence fell.

Qin Xuan had intended to strike, but paused, startled by the scene before him. Li Shihao sat frozen by the sofa, eyes wide in terror—and then, just like that, he was lifeless.

“He’s… dead…” Yang Ling’s spirit whispered, sighing softly.

“How did he die?” Qin Xuan asked, puzzled.

“His heart couldn’t bear the burden—he was frightened to death. I never thought I’d get to personally avenge myself,” Yang Ling’s spirit smiled sadly. “Qin Xuan, that’s your name, right? Thank you… you are a good man.”

The oppressive aura in the room gradually dissipated, the cold wind vanished, and Yang Ling’s spirit slowly faded—from a ghostly figure to a faint shadow.

Qin Xuan watched her fade away, understanding what this meant.

Death and reincarnation are the way of the heavens.

As a swordsman, he would not and could not interfere. To be able to move on to reincarnation was already Yang Ling’s good fortune.

After securing the Buddhist beads, Qin Xuan glanced once more at Li Shihao and sighed.

He had originally intended to kill Li Shihao no matter what, but the appearance of Yang Ling’s spirit had frightened him to death instead. It seemed Li Shihao’s psychological endurance was quite poor.

Qin Xuan pulled out his phone and called Zhao Long.

“Royal Supreme, Room 1111. Senior Brother, bring your men here. Li Shihao is dead.”

He hung up immediately, having no time to explain further—Su Muqing needed his care.

Unable to help her button her clothes, Qin Xuan draped his black robe over her again, gently cradling her limp, delicate body as he left the room. An incident like this would surely attract the police soon, and Qin Xuan did not want trouble knocking on his door.

In the corridor, Hua Tianjiao lay unconscious, eyes rolled back.

Qin Xuan ignored him, carrying Su Muqing down the stairs.

It was midday, and the heavy rain outside had emptied out most of the Royal Supreme. Soon, Qin Xuan reached the ground floor, slipped out the back door, and dashed through the rain to a nearby modest inn.

“A room, please.” Qin Xuan produced his ID.

The middle-aged woman at the front desk looked up and sneered upon seeing Su Muqing’s flushed face, labored breathing, and disheveled clothes in Qin Xuan’s arms. She was contemptuous but also thought business was good.

“Three hundred,” she said dismissively.

Qin Xuan frowned, immediately recognizing her attempt to overcharge him. But with the urgent situation and the rain pouring outside, he didn’t have time to argue.

He paid and helped Su Muqing upstairs to the room.

The inn’s conditions were worlds apart from the Royal Supreme, but Qin Xuan cared little now. Such a place was inconspicuous — exactly what he needed.

He gently laid Su Muqing down on the bed.

“Teacher Su, are you alright?” Qin Xuan asked softly.

“Mm, come closer…” Su Muqing murmured, discomfort evident. Her eyes glazed, her delicate arms wrapped tightly around Qin Xuan’s waist, and her entire limp body pressed against him like an octopus.