The Good-for-Nothing's Counterattack: Full-time Spiritual Master

An Ci Ye looked at her departing back, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

He had expected to be filled with anger, but at this moment, he was not as angry as he had imagined.

On the contrary, the fierce conflict just now gave him a long-lost feeling - he was still alive.

Time shift

In the bustling college, people come and go, and all kinds of noisy sounds are intertwined.

Several young people were gathered together, excitedly discussing a horrifying rumor.

"I heard that he turned into a monster and killed his entire family." A child of seven or eight years old pointed to a place not far away.

"Is this true?" A tall and thin man next to him widened his eyes with a look of disbelief on his face.

"It's him!" The first person who spoke pointed his finger at the figure slowly approaching not far away, with a hint of fear and disgust in his eyes.

"My grandfather said he is not a demon." A young boy who looked a little immature frowned, with doubt in his tone.

"What do you mean?" Others turned their eyes to him, eager to know what was going to happen next.

"He was picked up by the An family." The young man lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"He has no conscience. The An family was kind enough to take him in, but he wiped out the entire An family." Everyone was immediately filled with righteous indignation, pointing at the figure, their words full of accusations.

The protagonist of the discussion, An Ci Ye, walked past them with an expressionless face.

He was dressed in a black robe and had a tall and straight figure, but he exuded a chilling aura.

Under the messy hair, there was no expression on that cold face, as if the comments of the people around him were nothing but wind in his ears.

Just as he was about to leave the sight of this group of people, a fat little man, relying on a few followers behind him, swaggered forward and pushed An Ci Ye hard with his hand.

An Ci Ye was caught off guard. He staggered, swayed a few times, and almost fell to the ground.

After finally stabilizing himself, he slowly raised his head. His cold eyes were like a sharp blade, falling directly on the fat boy. His voice was low and cold: "Do you want to die?"

The little fat guy was not afraid. Instead, he said "huh" with disdain, crossed his arms and said arrogantly: "Who do you think you are? You dare to kill me, you rubbish!"

Seeing this, a little follower nearby was a little scared. He quickly pulled the fat boy's clothes and carefully advised: "Young Master Jin, don't say anything. He is very weird."

The little fat man shook off his follower's hand and shouted, "What are you afraid of? If he is really that powerful, how could he be hunted down by others?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and was about to slap An Ci Ye hard.

However, before his slap landed, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a figure came like lightning.

Qinglan moved forward quickly like a ghost and kicked the fat boy accurately in the stomach.

The little fat boy screamed, and flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

"You dare to bully my guards? You must be tired of living." Qinglan's eyes were wide open. He took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to grab the little fat man's hair, and smashed his head to the ground again and again.

Every impact was accompanied by a dull sound, and the ground was soon stained red with blood.

The little fat boy struggled desperately, waving his hands in the air and making unclear sounds for mercy, but it was in vain.

"Miss Qinglan, stop it now, he's almost beaten to death." The people nearby looked at the scene in horror, and some couldn't help but speak out to dissuade her.

Qinglan let go of his hand in disgust and wiped it on his clothes, as if he had gotten something dirty on him.

She looked down at the little fat boy and ordered coldly: "You, go kneel down and apologize to him, or I will kill you."

The fat boy was furious at first, with anger burning in his eyes, but when he saw Qinglan's face clearly, his face turned pale in an instant, and the arrogance he had just shown disappeared without a trace.

He gritted his teeth and finally swallowed his anger. He crawled in front of An Ci Ye obediently, lowered his head, and whispered, "I'm...I'm sorry."

An Ci Ye snorted disdainfully and said lightly: "Mind your own business."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Qinglan was not willing to give up. He rushed forward, raised his leg high, and kicked towards An Ci Ye.

The kick was so powerful that An Ci Ye was kicked several meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

"Others can't hit you, but I can. You can only leave after he apologizes." Qinglan put his hands on his hips and said loudly.

An Ciye was kicked away by Qinglan. He finally got up from the ground in a mess, turned around, and shouted at Qinglan: "Are you sick?"

Qinglan didn't care about his anger at all, blinked, and responded: "How do you know?"

An Ciye was speechless, looking helpless, thinking to himself: This is unreasonable! I really don't want to argue with this person with a bad brain.

So he dusted himself off and left without looking back.

Seeing this, Qinglan hurriedly chased after him, still shouting, "Don't walk so fast, after all, you are my guard."

An Ci Ye paused for a moment and said coldly: "Don't be too kind to others. No one will remember your kindness."

Qinglan smiled nonchalantly and said, "I don't need them to remember my kindness."

An Ci Ye was silent for a while and his pace gradually slowed down.

He seemed to be thinking about something. After a long while, he slowly said, "Why do you want to help me?"

Qinglan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and said: "I like to see people who are struggling in despair turn over."

An Ci Ye didn't expect to hear such an answer and was visibly stunned.

He originally thought that Qinglan helped him for some purpose, or just on a whim, but he didn't expect it to be such a strange reason.

"So you help so many people just for fun?" He frowned, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Qinglan shook his head and said, "Not really! I just gave them some hope and help. Whether they can survive or not has nothing to do with me."

An Ciye's heart moved. He stopped, looked at Qinglan, and asked, "So you want to help me?"

Qing Lan answered without hesitation: "No, unless you swear a vow to never attack the Netherworld Palace."

An Ciye sneered when he heard this, "You wish. When I get up, I will kill the Nether Palace first."

Qinglan smiled disdainfully and said, "You're dreaming in broad daylight."

An Ci Ye didn't bother to pay attention to her and quickened his pace.

Qing Lan did not continue to chase after him, but just said behind his back: "If I were you, I would do whatever it takes to become stronger."

An Ci Ye paused for a moment, but quickly walked away.