Chapter 9: A Hint of Demonic Aura?

“Although you have offended me before, I am generous enough to let bygones be bygones. As long as you help me win over Miss Dongfang, I’ll stop giving you trouble. How about it?” Yang Weiyang said smugly.

“Heh. I’m just a bodyguard—how am I supposed to help you?” Qin Xuan had no interest in involving himself in this nonsense; his only task was to protect Dongfang Qingwan. If Yang wanted to pursue her, he should do so openly. Why drag him into it?

“Isn’t it obvious? Just give me some information about her, like her schedule and whereabouts. The rest I’ll handle myself. Stick with me and you won’t regret it.” Yang Weiyang clicked his tongue.

“Sorry, not interested.” Qin Xuan refused without hesitation.

“So you prefer the hard way? Did you see my car?” Yang Weiyang pointed to his vehicle.

Qin Xuan glanced at the license plate. “I’m not blind. Of course I saw it. So what?”

“With your status as a mere bodyguard, if you don’t seize opportunities, you’ll be a bodyguard for life. Now you have a chance right in front of you, and you don’t know how to appreciate it?” Yang Weiyang tsked twice.

Qin Xuan suddenly found him ridiculous. He hadn’t intended to interfere before, but now he felt it necessary to keep Dongfang Qingwan far from this guy.

“I suggest you give up sooner rather than later. If I wanted to teach you a lesson, I wouldn’t care who your father is.” Qin Xuan smiled. Without waiting for a reply, he patted Yang’s shoulder. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. Don’t be stubborn.”

Yang Weiyang’s face turned livid at those words. No one had ever dared threaten him like this before—especially not a bodyguard! But when he turned around, his eyes widened and whatever he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

A silver Bentley had just pulled up behind his convertible BMW, stopping so nimbly it was just a hair from bumping him. Compared to the Bentley, Yang’s BMW instantly looked cheap.

Then a hearty voice came from inside the Bentley: “Haha, Junior Qin, your senior is here!”

A handsome young man in a suit stepped out and looked straight at Qin Xuan. That piercing gaze made Qin Xuan’s heart skip a beat. This young man, despite his age, had the air of a seasoned veteran; the sharpness in his eyes bespoke his experience in the cutthroat world of business.

This was Zhao Long, a man of great prestige in all of Jinling.

Several girls nearby couldn’t help but exclaim in excitement. A sunny, handsome man driving a luxury car—he was the very image of Prince Charming in their hearts.

“Junior Qin, I didn’t keep you waiting, did I? How’s the car?” Zhao Long glanced sideways at Yang Weiyang, then patted the Bentley’s hood, asking as if in passing.

“Not bad,” Qin Xuan replied with a slight smile. That was all he could say. It was easy for Zhao Long to recognize him—after all, he was the only one there dressed in a black long robe with a sword case on his back. No mistaking him.

Zhao Long had promised to make an entrance, and he certainly had. The Bentley alone had drawn every eye in the area.

“Haha! If you like it, just take it,” Zhao Long laughed heartily.

“I’d better not. Even if you gave it to me, I wouldn't know how to drive it.” Qin Xuan shook his head. He knew his senior was just helping him put Yang Weiyang in his place.

“Fair enough. When you learn to drive, you can come to me for a car anytime,” Zhao Long said, opening the door. “Come on, get in. The villa isn’t far from the university.”

“A villa?”

“Of course, the ** villa. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be convenient. You and Qingwan will stay there for the next few months.”

“Alright,” Qin Xuan nodded and got into the car.

Hearing their conversation, Yang Weiyang was left utterly frozen. “Could this guy have a powerful background? And he’s staying in a villa with Dongfang Qingwan for months…” Gritting his teeth, Yang Weiyang pulled out his phone.

Qin Xuan, of course, paid no mind to Yang’s petty actions. After getting into the car, Zhao Long drove north, leaving the university behind. On the way, Qin Xuan finally understood why he had such a senior brother.

Zhao Long was born into one of Jinling’s most prominent families. As a child, he had been gravely ill, but by chance, Qin Xuan’s master passed by and taught him a cultivation method for health, accepting him as an outer disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect.

The Dongfang and Zhao families were close in Jinling, which was how Dongfang Jingtang had learned about Qin Xuan’s master and sought him out for help.

“It’s not far—just ten kilometers from the university. The Dongfang family will arrange transportation. By the way, since you’ve left the mountain, you’ll need a cellphone for convenience.”

“I’ll buy one tomorrow,” Qin Xuan agreed.

By now, they had reached a mountain road where traffic had thinned. Soon, a villa nestled against the mountainside came into view.

The building spanned at least two hundred square meters, backed by verdant hills, shaded by lush greenery, and filled with the crisp sound of birdsong. Qin Xuan felt a touch of surprise—weren’t city houses supposed to be expensive? A villa like this must cost millions.

“Don’t underestimate Master’s means. Worldly wealth is nothing to him,” Zhao Long smiled, parking the Bentley at the villa gate.

“This is Master’s residence in Jinling, conveniently close to the university. It’s yours for now. The villa has three floors—choose any room you like; everything you need is provided. Master has also set wards around the villa. You should be safe here at night. And if anything does happen, I trust you can handle it.”

Qin Xuan gave a wry smile. “A Profound Yin Constitution isn’t so easy to deal with. I have more faith in Master’s wards than in myself.”

“Haha, if Master entrusted you with this, he has confidence in you,” Zhao Long said, patting him encouragingly. “Go on in and have a look. I have urgent business at the company. If you need anything, just call—I’ve made sure there’s a landline inside.”

Watching Zhao Long drive away, Qin Xuan stood staring at the villa for a while.

“Such a big place for just two people?” he muttered helplessly. But since it was Master’s arrangement, he dared not question it. With the villa key Zhao Long had given him, he opened the gate and stepped inside.

Immediately, a familiar scent greeted him—the fragrance of sandalwood, the very scent he’d grown used to in the mountains, and his master’s favorite. Even the Taiching sword case on his back was crafted from rare purple sandalwood, seldom seen on the market.

But beyond the sandalwood, he sensed something else—an unusual aura.

“Is that… a demonic presence?” Qin Xuan’s expression turned odd. This villa was supposed to be protected by Master’s wards; how could there be a demonic aura here? With questions swirling in his mind, he pushed open the villa door.

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