Reborn as a succubus - Chapter 8

A thousand overlapping waves tower into the clouds, Ten thousand miles of flat sands blend with the white moon.

The vast and desolate sky shows a despairing dead-fish white—a color more hopeless than the black clouds pressing down, because there is no barrier to break through, only endless lifelessness.

Beneath this vast and hopeless canopy stands a youth ablaze with fire.

He wears a vermilion round-collar robe, a hibiscus crown on his head, a crimson gauze cloak over his shoulders, and a black belt embroidered with gold and red. Yet his feet are bare, adorned only with two delicate golden bells without tongues at his ankles, faintly trembling—exquisitely splendid.

The youth is like a blazing flame himself, the sole light in this world.

The fierce wind howls, whipping his shoulder-length hair wildly, red gauze and black hair entwining like burning flames—both tragic and breathtaking.

The youth gazes upward to the sky, spotting a streak of purple light on the horizon. Suddenly, he raises his hand and shouts, “Jin Hunwu!”

A Sword manifests in midair. The youth seizes the sword hilt and swings it fiercely in a spinning arc.

The blade breathes fire and wind; the fiery flames lick the edge and also lick the youth’s body.

He bends low, using his body as the pivot, swinging the long sword so that the huge sword whirls tightly around his lean, flexible waist.

The wild wind begets more wind, fanning the flames on his body, stirring the clouds, disturbing the Three Realms…

The flaming sword screams through the air toward a man standing opposite him, dressed in a deep purple robe—clearly a mage—with a yin-yang Taiji symbol at his waist. Seeing the sword flying at him, he throws out a golden scepter.

But suddenly, the sword halts mere inches before the purple-robed mage’s eyes, its flames extinguishing. The scepter does not stop—it thrusts straight through the red-robed youth’s heart.

This was the scene before Xi Che’s death in his previous life—the youth crowned with a hibiscus was none other than Asa.

Recalling this, Xi Che felt a bit annoyed—he had been so formidable, singlehandedly challenging the heavenly gods, only to be killed by a single scepter. It was a bit humiliating.

He answered the question with some difficulty, but the old professor was not satisfied. He shook his head regretfully:

“I’ve said this several times—the question is still debated. There are also records showing the Battle King was not dead after being pierced by the scepter, and that it was the Great Sword of Taiji wielded by Ming Zhao God that ended the battle. The supporters of the Law Enforcement God fabricated the rumor that he died by the scepter to raise their god’s status. One must know that Ming Zhao God is the greatest god in the world… Please sit down, Xi Che. Focus on class.”

Xi Che sat back down, thinking, “That’s impossible. Chu Yan never showed up at that battlefield… Although I wonder why he wasn’t there, one thing is certain—he was never present.”

Besides, his vitality wasn’t so stubborn—he couldn’t survive being pierced through by the shaman’s scepter.

…Seems like fanbase squabbles exist everywhere. Whoever killed the Battle King is a big hero in the eyes of the gods, so believers want to claim their own god did it.

But Xi Che had no mood to care about that. He felt uneasy.

Damn it, no wonder ghost stories say evil spirits fly into a rage when asked how they died, sometimes killing the questioner. Being asked made him remember bad memories, souring his mood.

If he were a ghost, that old professor would be dead today!

The old professor continued lecturing. Suddenly, the student sitting in front of Xi Che turned around, startling him. The guy glared fiercely:

“Hey, punk, want the other hand crippled too?”

Xi Che looked at him and raised his chin slightly—he realized it was Rong Shi.

That guy… really doesn’t learn. He came back with a bunch of people after being knocked down by Xi Che and still doesn’t feel ashamed. He even dared to provoke him? Thinking that with his father backing him up after Yuan Ting’s whipping, he could bully him now?

Brave, indeed.

Xi Che raised an eyebrow: “What are you talking about?”

“I warned you. If you keep flirting with Luo Qing in front of me, I’ll kill you, you damn faggot!”

Luo Qing? Who’s that?

Xi Che was just about to wonder when an image of the brown-haired pretty boy who smiled at him earlier appeared in his mind.

He remembered—it was because of this guy that the original owner was targeted by Rong Shi’s gang.

This guy finally appeared… It was because of him that Xi Che suffered so much.

At that moment, White Tiger’s voice echoed in his mind:

“He seems to be your boyfriend.”

If that were true, then the original’s suffering would be justified, but infuriatingly, they had no relationship. The original did not have feelings for Luo Qing. It was Luo Qing who flirted around, and the original couldn’t say no, so Rong Shi misunderstood and bullied him.

All this was caused by the original’s personality flaw. Although he didn’t like Luo Qing, the school was so unfriendly that whenever someone treated him kindly, he softened and couldn’t reject them.

But Luo Qing was different—he was interested in the original’s appearance, kept close with Rong Shi, but also lusted after the original and wanted to flirt.

He was a typical selfish playboy, and the original definitely had no feelings for him.

If he dared flirt again, Xi Che would deal with him.

Xi Che ignored Rong Shi’s threat as nonsense. The question from the teacher had made him depressed and hurt, leaving no energy to care about others.

Unfortunately, ignoring others did not mean others would ignore him, especially when the other was a proud idiot. Being provoked by such a person only increased the chance of trouble.

When the history of gods class ended, Xi Che left the classroom, wondering if he should use his injury as an excuse to take a day off to heal his psychological wounds.

But before he could exit the teaching building, someone blocked his way.

He looked up to see Rong Shi’s annoying face.

Rong Shi was short but unusually pale—unlike Xi Che’s pale, his face was a ghostly white with faint blue shadows.

He was still surrounded by two or three lackeys.

Xi Che wondered if he ever went anywhere without bringing a few bodyguards—does he know he’s so annoying that without protection, he’d be beaten to death?

He couldn’t understand why these bullies loved to pick fights so much. Did they have a daily quota? If they didn’t bully enough people, did the boss fine them?

Otherwise, how diligently do they bully?

“Unless you want to get beaten, come with us.”

Rong Shi stepped close and whispered.

Xi Che rolled his eyes: “Where do you want to take me?”

“Shut up and move!”

If he weren’t still pretending to be injured, he’d have punched him right there.

Xi Che followed him and his men to a hidden spot behind the teaching building, where someone was already waiting—it was the original’s ex-boyfriend Luo Qing.

Luo Qing looked startled to see Xi Che, then panicked: “Why bring him here?”

Xi Che wondered why this Luo Qing, just a normal human, was worth fighting over.

Rong Shi was short and not especially handsome for a incubus. Compared to the original’s beauty, he was only passable, and he was young, not ugly.

No need to fixate on one human.

At the academy, humans were everywhere. If he had to indulge in incubus nature and seduce humans, it didn’t have to be Luo Qing.

Could Luo Qing have some “special” quality? Something that made Rong Shi especially happy? For incubi, loving someone for that reason wasn’t unusual.

Rong Shi clearly disliked Luo Qing defending him, furious, he pushed Xi Che from behind. Xi Che dodged.

“Catch him! Catch him!” Rong Shi shouted to his lackeys.

As usual, Luo Qing didn’t help—no sword drawn, no report to teachers. What a scumbag.

Xi Che thought about this as Rong Shi’s men lunged.

Rong Shi yelled, “Catch him! Strip him and throw him into the lake!”

He pointed to the lake next to the school building.

…Hadn’t heard such a childish, nasty prank in a long time. If it happened, Xi Che would be humiliated.

Since the last time he was whipped unconscious, he was cautious as a startled bird—he wanted to stop any possibility of losing face early.

Since rebirth, he’d had too many humiliations; now without magic, he was less confident. Losing face in a dream was one thing, but not in reality.

Before Rong Shi could act, Xi Che took the initiative, kicking him hard in the belly, sending him flying.

It all happened so fast, no one reacted—no warning, just a strike!

Before they could react, Xi Che ran over, punching and kicking him mercilessly.

Others tried to intervene but were kicked away.

Rong Shi lay on the ground, screaming like a butchered pig.

“Stop! Stop!” they shouted.

“Rong, Young Master!”

“Xi Che, stop!”

“Didn’t I tell you? Want revenge? Bring more people! Last time you came with a dozen and still lost at my place. Now you bring two? You’re looking down on me?”

Xi Che spoke as he kicked Rong Shi like a ball, beating him till he rolled.

He understood Rong Shi’s mind—he was afraid after last time’s loss.

But even without his secret deal with Yuan Ting, he wouldn’t fear these hooligans.

“Not, not… I won’t dare! Stop kicking!”

“Learn your lesson? Next time bring more people! Say it!”

Chaos ensued, but Xi Che knew the saying, “strike hard so the snake won’t bite again.” He grabbed Rong Shi’s legs and dragged him toward the lake.

Others tried to pull him off, but he ignored them, continuing to drag him.

Suddenly, Rong Shi’s pants ripped loudly. Xi Che’s grip loosened, and the pants were pulled off violently.

Everyone was stunned.

Rong Shi’s two lackeys loosened their grip, and Rong Shi, already dragged to the lake edge, slid on the slippery grass into the water—like sliding down a slide.

With a splash, he disappeared.

Xi Che stood like a bully by the lake, satisfied.

There, Young Master Rong’s “strip and throw in the lake” bullying quota for today was fulfilled.