Qin Su didn’t believe Dong Dashan had only sent a ghost after her.
Cui Mingyu had embarrassed him as well.
Something had probably happened on his side too.
She stepped out of her room and headed straight for Cui Mingyu’s.
His room was at the far end of another corridor.
The door was tightly shut, but faint noises could be heard from inside.
With a thought from Qin Su, the lock clicked open by itself.
The moment she saw the scene inside, her expression changed slightly.
The bed was a complete mess.
Cui Mingyu lay on it with a terrified expression.
His shirt had been reduced to little more than rags, shredded as though sliced apart by a sharp blade.
He looked weak, helpless, and utterly pitiful.
Standing beside the bed was a young man dressed entirely in red, like a blazing flame.
Men wearing red often looked gaudy if they weren’t careful.
Yet on him, the brilliant crimson only highlighted his sword-like sharpness, making his already handsome face seem almost otherworldly.
Huh…
Perhaps it was just Qin Su’s imagination, but she once again experienced that strange sense of familiarity.
Yet with a face like his, if she had truly met him before, there was no way she would have forgotten.
The sword in his hand shimmered faintly with spiritual light.
Impaled on its tip was a male ghost wearing an expression of complete despair.
It was obvious that the ghost who had broken into this room had also picked the wrong target.
What a fine sword!
And it was even a rare spiritual treasure!
If it hadn’t already had an owner, Qin Su would have been tempted to buy it.
Her gaze shifted between the young man and Cui Mingyu.
Hmm.
Late at night.
The two of them alone together in one room.
Yes.
This was definitely pure socialist brotherhood!
The ghost skewered on the sword spotted her and nearly burst into tears.
“Wanhong, save me!”
The Wanhong he was calling was the female ghost who had just been in Qin Su’s room.
Having finally been given a chance to redeem herself, she immediately declared,
“I don’t know him! I have nothing to do with him!”
Her tone was so firm and decisive that it perfectly demonstrated the meaning of a flimsy ghostly friendship.
She herself stood obediently behind Qin Su with lowered brows, looking completely devoted to following her lead.
The male ghost was so furious he nearly coughed up blood.
His emotions surged, and with the sword qi already injuring him, he was on the verge of having his soul completely scattered.
A stream of pure spiritual energy descended onto him, stabilizing his soul.
The young man in red spoke coldly,
“Did I give you permission to die?”
Although the male ghost had brought this upon himself, at this moment, he truly couldn’t have been any more miserable.
He didn’t even have the freedom to let his soul dissipate.
Perhaps because Qin Su had arrived, Cui Mingyu felt as though he had finally found someone to rely on.
He let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly changed out of his tattered clothes.
He had been sleeping peacefully when the male ghost suddenly grabbed him by the throat.
He had almost gone to meet his late grandfather.
Then this unfamiliar young man had descended out of nowhere and unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, skewering the ghost into complete submission.
As for Cui Mingyu’s clothes, they had become collateral damage, sliced into strips by the sword qi.
Still, he couldn’t exactly complain.
After all, the young man had saved his life.
Compared to his life, what was one shirt?
Qin Su smiled slightly.
“I had a ghost causing trouble in my room, so I was worried something might have happened here too.”
Cui Mingyu nodded.
“Thank you, Master Qin. I’m fine.”
Qin Su turned to the young man in red, curiosity evident in her voice.
“Is he your friend?”
Cui Mingyu hurriedly shook his head.
“I don’t know him.”
The young man spoke.
“Yanzhi. That’s my name.”
He looked directly at Qin Su.
“I came here for you.”
Qin Su blinked.
“…?”
The young man continued,
“I sensed your aura, so I came to find you.”
She understood every word individually.
Put together, however, they made no sense to her.
Qin Su frowned.
“We don’t know each other, do we?”
Her first instinct was that this was yet another romantic mess left behind by the transmigrator.
She immediately began mentally pestering Qianjin for answers.
While she was still distracted, the young man suddenly knelt on one knee.
Holding his sword with both hands, he respectfully presented it to her.
His meaning couldn’t have been clearer.
A spiritual treasure!
A genuinely rare spiritual treasure!
To Qin Su, who was so poor she owned only a single spiritual weapon, this was like money literally falling from the sky.
She looked at the young man suspiciously.
“You’re giving this to me?”
The young man’s eyes immediately lit up.
He nodded.
“I wish to become your sword.”
His voice was as clear as a mountain spring, sincere and unwavering.
Who could bear to reject someone like that?
Qin Su could.
After spending every day around Tu Qing’s breathtaking beauty, she had long since built up resistance.
When Tu Qing acted cute, her destructive power was far greater than his.
Besides, this young man was full of mysteries.
There was no such thing as a free lunch.
If she got herself into trouble because of a moment of greed, it wouldn’t be worth it.
Qin Su answered without hesitation,
“I’m not good with swords.”
She was already used to wielding a hammer instead.
The light in the young man’s eyes dimmed, making him look like a puppy with drooping ears.
“Is it because I’m not strong enough, so you don’t think I’m worthy? I’ll work hard!”
Turning down a spiritual treasure that had practically delivered itself to her doorstep took every ounce of Qin Su’s self-control.
She forced herself to look away from the sword in his hands.
Yet from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of two faintly visible characters engraved on the blade:
Yanzhi.
Yanzhi could mean “red” or “red dye,” but historically, it was also the name of a famous sword.
An ordinary person might not connect the two. After all, someone obsessed with swords might even give themselves the same name as their favorite blade.
But Qin Su had spent a thousand years in the cultivation world.
Could this young man… be a sword spirit?
She spread out her divine sense and immediately discovered that the spiritual energy within the young man and the treasured sword in his hand shared the exact same origin.
In other words…
She had just rejected a spiritual treasure that had voluntarily come to acknowledge her as its master.
Once upon a time, an ownerless spiritual treasure had delivered itself to her doorstep.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t treasured the opportunity.
Qin Su was so regretful she wanted to pound her chest.
But to maintain her image as an inscrutable master, she couldn’t very well take back her words.
Qin Su felt utterly miserable.
A trace of resentment unconsciously slipped into her voice.
“You said you came for me, so why did you end up in this room?”
Yanzhi answered seriously,
“I divined that my destined master would appear in the southeast part of this hotel, so I came.”
Well…
Her room really was in the southeast wing.
Qin Su replied expressionlessly,
“But this room is in the southwest wing.”
The young man froze for a moment, looking slightly bewildered.
Then he said with complete seriousness,
“Then the hotel must have labeled the directions wrong!”
Fine.
She understood now.
This sword spirit was hopelessly bad with directions!
Still, were sword spirits these days really this intelligent?
Actually seeking out their own masters?
Silence spread through the room.
In Qin Su’s mind, the tearful voice of her natal spiritual treasure, Qianjin, rang out.
The noise was too annoying.
Qin Su decisively blocked her out.
…
Cui Mingyu had no idea of Yanzhi’s true identity.
He simply assumed the young man had come to pursue Qin Su.
He cleared his throat and steered the conversation back on track.
“But why did these two ghosts attack us?”
The female ghost Wanhong immediately spilled everything about Dong Dashan without the slightest intention of keeping it secret.
She betrayed him without the slightest guilt.
Cui Mingyu’s expression darkened.
He hadn’t expected such a despicable man to be behind it.
Since Dong Dashan had dared to make a move, he couldn’t blame others for retaliating.
With the Cui family’s influence, suppressing Dong Dashan’s business would be no problem at all.
In the blink of an eye, several plans had already formed in his mind.
Yet outwardly, he remained as courteous as ever.
“Thank you, Masters.”
If not for Qin Su, this master named Yanzhi would never have come here.
Not to mention Qin Su had personally rushed over to check on him.
He would remember this favor.
Qin Su waved her hand.
“No need to be so polite.”
Cui Mingyu had taken excellent care of both her and Tu Qing throughout the trip.
She was simply returning the favor.
Not wanting to disturb his rest, especially since they still had several more hours of driving tomorrow, she quickly left his room.
Yanzhi followed her outside and respectfully presented the sword again.
Qin Su looked at the divine sword and silently told herself,
If it chooses a master one more time, I definitely won’t refuse this time.
Yanzhi said,
“This ghost is a gift for you.”
“Although he’s useless and can’t even compare to a single strand of my hair, he can still serve as a snack.”
The male ghost skewered on the sword trembled like a leaf.
So this terrifying man had deliberately kept him alive just to curry favor with the woman he liked.
Qin Su silently looked at him.
In the end, she accepted the ghost.
The ghost reeked of blood, clearly stained with human lives.
She could feed him to Qianjin later.
Yanzhi smiled, innocent and genuinely happy.
Then his figure disappeared into thin air, leaving only his voice lingering in Qin Su’s ears.
At the same moment, the surveillance camera in the hallway suddenly stopped working.
“I’ll work hard until you acknowledge me.”
Holding the male ghost, Qin Su returned to her room.
She also released Qianjin.
The moment Qianjin saw the ghost, her eyes lit up.
She hadn’t replenished her energy for quite some time.
Unable to wait any longer, she opened her mouth wide.
After eating, Qianjin said thoughtfully,
“If he keeps bringing me food like this, I suppose I can reluctantly accept him as my little brother.”
Hmph.
She was Qin Su’s natal spiritual treasure.
Her position as number one could never be shaken.
Even if Yanzhi, that sword spirit who had volunteered himself, joined them, he would still rank behind her.
Qin Su was speechless.
Just moments ago, the fat cat had been crying pitifully.
Now that she’d gotten something to eat, she had immediately changed her mind.
Sure enough, expecting too much integrity from her was pointless.
Clearly, Qin Su had overlooked one simple truth:
Pets often resemble their owners.
…
Early the next morning, Qin Su and Tu Qing walked from their rooms to the hotel lobby on the first floor.
Tu Qing looked curiously at the crowd gathered by the entrance.
Everyone seemed to be staring upward, their faces flushed with excitement.
“What are they all watching?”
She took Qin Su’s hand and headed toward the entrance.
Qin Su was already mentally prepared.
After all, she had been the one who instructed the female ghost Wanhong to do it.
She hadn’t specified how, only that she should make Dong Dashan lose face and use her own judgment.
Walking to the entrance, Qin Su looked up at the roof.
Dong Dashan was lying on top of it, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.
Across his chest were four large characters:
Please Call Me a Eunuch.
Several hotel employees were trying to bring him down, but no matter what they did, they couldn’t move him.
The staff were sweating from anxiety.
“Who did Boss Dong offend? Someone stripped him nearly naked and dumped him up there. He’s completely lost face.”
“They checked the security footage. He climbed up there himself.”
“And he even wrote those words himself.”
“Maybe he was sleepwalking?”
“Do you think he’s really a eunuch?”
“Well, since he wrote it himself, it probably isn’t fake, right?”
“That explains why he changes girlfriends every few days, more often than he changes clothes. He must have been using them to cover this up.”
Several of the men exchanging gossip looked at one another knowingly.
Seeing the usually arrogant Dong Dashan make such a fool of himself greatly amused them.
Qin Su nodded slightly.
She watched as the female ghost who had been possessing Dong Dashan left his body.
At the same moment, Dong Dashan opened his eyes and woke up.