The morning sunlight poured over the land, pricking at Zhang Qingyao’s eyelids as he sat up.
He frowned, instinctively shielding his eyes with his hand.
After a moment’s adjustment to the light, he slowly opened them.
A strange sense of discomfort and incongruity filled his entire body.
He groaned softly in pain, only to hear a young, delicate voice sharply call out.
“I… I didn’t die?”
Wait, why does this voice sound a bit strange?
Instinctively looking down at himself, Zhang Qingyao noticed all his clothes had changed, his hands had become smooth and fair, and there was a heavy feeling on his chest.
This is bad.
What’s going on?
Zhang Qingyao hurriedly reached downward to check.
“Damn it, where’s my dick? Why is it gone?”
At that moment, Zhang Qingyao felt the light being blocked by someone.
She turned her head and saw a man standing next to her.
He held a sword and was staring straight at her.
Most importantly, why did his face look exactly like hers?
Zhang Qingyao was stunned and at a loss.
But she quickly composed herself and demanded,
“Who are you? Why do you have the exact same face as me, the Young Master of the Zhang Family?”
Hearing Zhang Qingyao’s question, the man with the sword exhaled deeply, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.
After waking up, Zhang Yuge couldn’t find any trace of Yun Lan.
Seeing that “Zhong Bailing” had awakened, he was uncertain whether Yun Lan’s plan had succeeded.
To be safe, Zhang Yuge hastily picked up a sword nearby and quietly approached the girl who had just woken.
If she truly was the real Zhong Bailing, Zhang Yuge would waste no words and would end her with one swift strike—strike while she was weak.
Otherwise, with his Qi-refining Mid Stage strength, there was no way he could defeat Miss Zhong, who was at the Qi-refining Sixth Layer.
Now, the girl’s reaction confirmed that she could only be the original Young Master of the Zhang Family, Zhang Qingyao.
It seemed that the “Spirit Weapon Transformation” had been successful—Zhang Qingyao was now Zhang Yuge’s spirit weapon, bound to him.
“What do you mean the ‘exact same face’? You shameless wench, don’t you dare spout nonsense.”
Zhang Yuge imitated Zhang Qingyao’s usual arrogant tone, scolding her.
“???”
Zhang Qingyao was shocked beyond belief.
The Young Master of the Zhang Family, who was usually proud and spoiled, had never suffered such humiliation.
“You bastard! Not only do you wear my face, but you even dare speak like me? You’ve got some nerve!”
Zhang Qingyao angrily cursed.
Heh, this second-generation rich kid’s turned into a woman, yet that tone and attitude remain just as insufferable.
Let me give you a taste of your own medicine.
Without any more words, Zhang Qingyao raised her hand and slapped Zhang Yuge hard, twisting his face.
As expected, the slap left Zhang Yuge completely stunned.
He touched his burning cheek in disbelief, trembling with rage as he glared fiercely at Zhang Qingyao.
“You—you… you dared to hit me?”
One hand pressed his face while the other pointed at Zhang Qingyao.
“You want to point again? Wench, I’m slapping you!”
Another slap landed on the other cheek of Zhang Yuge, who was thoroughly enjoying the payback for the humiliation he had suffered over the past six months.
“Sorry, Young Master prefers symmetry. This looks more aesthetically pleasing,”
He said proudly.
“Ugh… I’ll kill you!”
Zhang Qingyao struggled to get up from the ground, seemingly losing all reason as she lunged at Zhang Yuge.
She just wanted to tear this imposter’s face apart.
But the moment she stood, an intense sense of discord washed over her body, as if her soul and flesh were not in sync.
Her steps felt like she was walking on a soft pile of cotton, barely able to keep her balance.
Zhang Yuge casually dodged and extended his foot, easily tripping her, sending her sprawling face-first into the mud.
“Haha, you look like a dog eating dirt. My advice? Crawl from now on—that suits you better.”
“Damn bastard… who the hell are you? I won’t spare you!”
Zhang Qingyao got up awkwardly, spitting out the mud from her mouth.
She was about to explode with anger.
“You want to know who I am? I’m the Young Master who never changes his name or surname, Zhang Qingyao, son of Prefect Zhang Zhengzhi of Ningzhou.”
Zhang Yuge pointed at himself with his thumb, boasting proudly.
“Fuck you! You say you’re Zhang Qingyao, but then who am I?”
Zhang Qingyao cursed back.
“Huh? Are you saying this wench’s brain is broken?”
Zhang Yuge looked at her like she was an idiot.
“You’re Zhong Bailing.”
“What did you say? Say that again?”
Zhang Qingyao was completely confused.
“I said you’re Zhong Bailing, the bitch who stabbed me with a sword, got it?”
Zhang Qingyao quickly looked down at the clothes she was wearing.
She remembered these were exactly the clothes Zhong Bailing was wearing when she stabbed her.
She then began to repeatedly touch her face and hair with both hands.
Her pupils widened, her face filled with disbelief.
“Looks like this woman’s brain really is broken,”
Zhang Yuge shook his head.
“Or maybe you’re trying to escape the Young Master’s revenge by pretending this way? The Young Master will never forget your sword’s grudge.”
Zhang Qingyao had been focused on Zhang Yuge, not noticing the surroundings.
Now she looked around.
The quiet mountain forest path was strewn with countless corpses, piled haphazardly—a scene of death and gloom.
“This… this is…”
Zhang Qingyao recognized the Household Retainers and Servants of her family.
Especially when she saw Zhang San’s bloodied head skewered on a spear, cold sweat broke out all over her body.
“So? They’re all dead. This is all thanks to your Zhong family. Look at the mess your Zhong family caused!”
Zhang Yuge stormed in front of Zhang Qingyao, grabbing the chest of her clothing and roaring angrily.
“I, I, I’m not…”
“At this point, you still want to deny it? Zhong Bailing, you shameless, despicable woman!”
Faced with the “Young Master’s” accusation, “Miss Zhong” was speechless.
For a moment, Zhang Qingyao even doubted herself.
What exactly is going on here?
“Zhong Bailing, I liked you so much, and you treat me like this? Tell me, how am I supposed to repay you?”
Zhang Yuge slapped the girl’s cheek, threatening her.
Zhang Qingyao shivered in terror.
“Please, please stop…”
“Stop? Do you really think that’s possible? You vile, disgusting woman!!”
At this point, Zhang Qingyao had shifted from anger and excitement to guilt and fear.
She dared not look directly at him, even though the man wore her exact face.
Huh?
What’s that?
Zhang Qingyao spotted a mutilated corpse in the distance, the clothes looking very familiar.
Wasn’t that what she was wearing when she left?
She turned her head and saw the person in front of her was wearing tattered hemp cloth, dressed exactly like a family servant.
Even the dullest person would know this man was an imposter.
“You bastard, how dare you lie to me…”
The girl started to struggle, trying to cultivate and channel her internal Qi to attack the imposter.
But nothing happened.
Her Qi refused to obey her, useless to her.
Zhang Yuge was startled but, upon realizing it was a false alarm, he guessed to himself.
Could it be that the spirit weapon contract has taken effect?
That’s why Zhang Qingyao can’t use her cultivation to attack her master.
No matter, since she has seen through me, I won’t pretend anymore.
“Hahaha, Second Young Master, didn’t expect you to figure it out so quickly. I wanted to play with you a little longer,”
Zhang Yuge laughed.
“You… you’re a servant of the Zhang family? That voice… are you…”
Zhang Qingyao found the imposter’s voice somewhat familiar, like she had heard it somewhere before, but she couldn’t quite place it.
“Heh, Second Young Master has a poor memory. Forgetting the household retainers is normal. I’ve been well taken care of by you before.”
“You’re Zhang Yuge?”
Zhang Qingyao was shocked.
“So you’re the one responsible for me entering Zhong Bailing’s body?”
“Hahaha, Young Master Zhang Qingyao, you originally died under Zhong Bailing’s sword. I brought you back to life. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?”
“Thanking you? You shoved me into this bitch’s body. I haven’t even settled the score with you yet… Also, what’s with your face?”
Zhang Qingyao tried to pull away from Zhang Yuge’s grip but lacked the strength.
“Hahaha, of course I took it from your corpse. I’ll take you to see it.”
With that, Zhang Yuge dragged Zhang Qingyao over to the richly dressed corpse.
The corpse’s face was unrecognizable—its skin had clearly been cut off.
The clothing was stained red all over.
Zhang Qingyao stared at her own dead body, her lips trembling, unable to speak.
Zhang Yuge leaned close to the girl’s ear, speaking each word slowly.
“Too bad, that bastard Zhang San died like that—too easy for him. Since that’s the case, Second Young Master, you can repay both his and your debts together. Oh, and the Manager, Old Zhang? When I get back to the Zhang residence, he won’t escape either. Cherish the time you’re still called Young Master by me. I, Zhang Yuge, will seize your identity, your wealth, your parents, everything you have. Hahahaha!”
At this moment, Zhang Qingyao’s face was pale, her hands and feet cold, and her gaze filled with despair.