Chapter 70: The Instructor Shows His Authority!

In life, eight or nine out of ten things go against one’s wishes.
But the matters that truly plunge one into despair are but a rare few.
What this female ghost spoke of was despair within despair.
Because of her beloved’s betrayal, she had died unjustly by his hand; her only remaining attachment had become the son of her enemy.
“Since you are the earthbound spirit of this campus, and your enemy is here as well, why have you not taken your revenge all this time?”
It was a question that risked much.
Yet the ghost answered with a clear conscience, her voice tinged with sorrow: “I once thought of revenge, but… when I considered that my son would have no one to care for him, I could not bear it. So I only wished to watch him grow, day by day, and to see… what end would befall those two wretched lovers. I refuse to believe that in this world, good and evil are left unjudged by fate!”
Ling Qiu shook his head.
Indeed, there is good and evil in this world, and good is rewarded, evil punished. This much is true.
Yet…
Retribution in this life is rarely as straightforward.
For it is bound up with karma, which, within the cycle of reincarnation, endlessly exchanges the fruits of good and evil.
In one life, you may be the grievously wronged—a paragon of virtue; in the next, you may seek vengeance, but in so doing become the villain, and so on, generation after generation, with good and evil roles continually reversed.
Thus, in this ceaseless cycle, virtue and hatred cancel each other out, until all karmic debts are dissolved and vanish as smoke.
But sometimes, things only grow worse.
Ling Qiu was no longer in charge of matters in the underworld, but if good and evil arose before him, it was still best to resolve them, thus severing a thread of karmic entanglement, easing the burden of fate.
As he always said, in deference to the friendship he shared with King Dizang, every debt he could help erase, he would.
“Rise.”
Ling Qiu spoke coolly.
He put away the spectral chains, then slowly raised his hand to the ghost’s forehead.
“I will dispel the baleful aura from your heart. Tell me—who wronged you?”
A hum resonated.
The energy shuddered.
The ghost’s aura of resentment was wiped away, and her spirit transformed into the appearance of a tidy, kind-faced middle-aged woman, serene and gentle.
“The one who wronged me… was once my beloved, named Fu Xinhan. The woman who aided him was called Xiao San.”
“Very well.”
Ling Qiu nodded. “Go now. When the time comes, I will summon you. If you have grievances, settle them in this life, resolve them here. How you choose to proceed is up to you.”
“Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!”
The ghost kowtowed in gratitude.
Ling Qiu helped her up. “Go.”
“Yes…”
With a gust of cold wind, she departed…
Ling Qiu had not sent her on directly because she was not a malicious specter, and having been dead for thirty years, forced passage to the underworld would bring too much karmic suffering.
He intended to help her. Once her resentment was resolved, and some karma dissolved, even if she did suffer in the underworld, it would be much less.

A hum.
The Yama Ring spun.
The Yama Realm was lifted!
“Hello, everyone!!”
Suddenly, Ling Qiu heard Zhao Dezhu shout loudly!
Even Ling Qiu was startled.
He turned his head; Zhao Dezhu, eyes closed, was grinning broadly as he declared, “My name is Zhazahui! Try this new version of the game you haven’t played before, just three minutes and you’ll love it as much as I do!”
Ling Qiu: …
This kid… was talking in his sleep.
He was truly carefree, with no sense of caution.
That ghostly wind just now would have awakened anyone with even the slightest vigilance.
Forget it—no more thinking. Time to sleep!
Having resolved the matter, Ling Qiu went back to his bed and fell asleep at once.
…
Late at night.
Qin Siyao was awakened by a phone call. Without hesitation, she rushed to the provincial capital!
In an old villa,
Qin Siyao opened the door to find her grandfather reading in his study.
“Grandfather… are you… alright?” Qin Siyao asked in surprise.
Seeing his beloved granddaughter, the old man was delighted. He took off his glasses. “Siyao, what brings you here so late? Weren’t you handling matters in Kangfeng City?”
Qin Siyao paused, then smiled. “It’s nothing… I just missed you. See, it’s lucky I came—why are you still not resting so late?”
The old man smiled. “Since Ling Qiu saved my life, I feel as if I’m twenty years younger, brimming with energy. It’s not that late yet—sleeping feels like a waste of time.”
Qin Siyao sighed helplessly and went over to massage his shoulders.
They chatted for a while before Qin Siyao took her leave.
“Siyao, why not spend the night here with your grandfather?”
“No, Grandfather, I came back to the capital because I have some business to attend to.”
With that, she left the villa.
Back in her car, her brows furrowed as she dialed a number.
“Why did you lie to me, saying my grandfather was critically ill?!”
On the other end, a languid, sultry voice replied, “Because I was bored, so I thought I’d call and tease you a little.”
“…Madam Chu, let me make this clear: though we have an agreement between us, this kind of harassment is too childish! If you do it again, I won’t mind breaking my word!”
A flirtatious laugh rang out. “But what if… I tell you something else?”
Qin Siyao fell silent.

The voice on the phone continued slowly, “Your Qin family’s benefactor, Ling Qiu… he’s just arrived in the provincial capital, and already gotten himself into trouble. —He hit Liu Juejiang’s son. Word is, the Liu family has already made arrangements to deal with Ling Qiu.”
What?
Qin Siyao hesitated.
She was well aware that Ling Qiu had entered Jiangnan University.
However…
In the provincial capital, she had far fewer people at her disposal than in Jiang’an City, and couldn’t assign anyone to keep an eye on Ling Qiu as before.
Though the Qin family was a major clan throughout Jiangnan Province…
Here in the provincial capital, her own authority and connections had been largely marginalized by other Qin family members.
“The Liu family… they never let go of a grudge. Don’t you want to help Ling Qiu?”
Qin Siyao knitted her brows, then suddenly smiled. “I’m curious—while I care about Ling Qiu because he saved my grandfather, why do you care about him?”
A low, seductive laugh came from the phone, alluring to a man’s ears, but to Qin Siyao, it was oddly grating. “What are you laughing at?”
“That’s a secret,” the voice replied, feigning mystery. “I won’t tell you, unless… you agree to have dinner with me.”
“We’ll see about meeting another time.”
Qin Siyao took a deep breath, then asked, “Are you sure you’re not lying about this news?”
“Of course.”
“…”
“Alright. Thank you for the information.”
She hung up.
Qin Siyao frowned.
In truth… she instinctively resisted the idea of concerning herself with Ling Qiu.
Yet deep inside, another voice reminded her constantly: this man had saved her grandfather; she must repay the debt by any means, for she despised owing others.
Since their last encounter, she’d felt that Ling Qiu was a magnet for trouble.
In Jiang’an City, it had been manageable, but… here in the provincial capital, if he stirred up serious trouble, her current influence and connections might not suffice to protect him.
After all…
This was the heart of Jiangnan Province—the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!
No, she couldn’t let Ling Qiu continue courting disaster unchecked. Tomorrow, she would seek him out—and teach him a lesson herself!