Chapter 224: Truly It Won't Work

Qin Lang: "......"

"I go?" Qin Lang was stunned.

"If you don't go, does that mean I should?" Qin Bi flipped through cultivation books, muttering about spirit halls and immortal arts she couldn't understand at all, then tossed them aside. "Just try it; maybe it works."

"I, I, I'm not a spellcaster." Qin Lang stammered; even forcing a duck onto a shelf wasn't done this way. "There are many spellcasters in the immortal sects. You could ask one to examine the An Yuan Marquis's heir, or find one on the street."

Qin Bi grew impatient. "It's very simple: just wave a small teacup over the An Yuan Marquis's heir's head. Why make it so complicated? If it doesn't work, you can remind him to find a spellcaster. There are plenty of spellcasters, but finding a genuine one is hard."

Anyone can claim to know mystic arts; few possess real skill.

Qin Lang was dumbfounded. "But I don't know anything at all."

Despite his words, Qin Lang asked Qin Bi again how to wave the small teacup. As Qin Lang asked, Luo Bi pondered; since it was all a bluff, they had to make it seem credible.

"Sigh," Qin Bi sighed. "You can chant a few lines yourself, driving away evil spirits and calling back the soul."

Qin Lang: "......"

Fine. Qin Lang knew nothing, but since Qin Bi insisted he go, he gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and threw caution to the wind. The young man rode back to the An Yuan Marquis's residence, where the heir was resting with his eyes closed.

The servant called out, "Young Master."

The An Yuan Marquis's heir, irritated, snapped, "Get lost."

His head was splitting; was it easy for him to sleep? He had just begun to feel drowsy when he was called.

"Young Master," the servant shrank back. "The legitimate son of the third branch of the Qin Yan Marquis's residence has returned."

The An Yuan Marquis's heir paused, recalling what Qin Lang had gone to do. His head throbbed; if Qin Lang had a solution, that would be ideal. Suddenly, the heir sat up, pulled on his boots, and left the room.

Qin Lang waited in the main hall. The An Yuan Marquis's heir hurriedly asked, "Qin Lang, am I possessed?"

Qin Lang hesitated, then quickly nodded. "Yes, possessed. Possessed."

The An Yuan Marquis's heir looked suspicious. "Really?"

Qin Lang took a small teacup from his sleeve. The An Yuan Marquis's heir leaned over to look; a few small spirit crystals had fallen out. Qin Lang fished them out from his sleeve. "See? I even brought magic treasures."

The An Yuan Marquis's heir fell silent; with magic treasures, he must know something.

Qin Lang placed all the small spirit crystals into the small blue-and-white porcelain teacup, pointed to a stool, and told the curious An Yuan Marquis's heir, "Sit down. Sit down."

The servant was sharp-eyed and quickly moved the stool closer. The An Yuan Marquis's heir sat. Qin Lang maintained a composed expression, though his heart raced. He held the small teacup in one hand, circling it above the heir's head while muttering incantations.

Next time, he wouldn't listen to his sister! Wasn't this just fooling people?

After Qin Lang finished circling, he sat down and chatted idly with the An Yuan Marquis's heir. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he prepared to leave.

The servant brought tea. The An Yuan Marquis's heir drank while chatting aimlessly with Qin Lang, discussing nothing else but how the summoning of rain last time had led to a good harvest for the farmlands of the Su Duke's residence and several other families this year.

"Eh?" The An Yuan Marquis's heir was surprised.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lang's hand holding the teacup paused.

The An Yuan Marquis's heir pressed his forehead. "It doesn't hurt much anymore."

Qin Lang: "......"

The servant hurried forward. "Young Master, you've finally stopped having a headache."

Everyone was overjoyed. Qin Lang left in utter confusion, and the An Yuan Marquis's heir was equally baffled. Was it really that supernatural? Yet his mind was clearly less muddled. Could Qin Lang, of all people, understand a spellcaster's arts?!

The servant quickly ran to tell the An Yuan Marquis's Lady with joy. The Lady remained suspicious but said, "As long as it works, have dinner early and go to bed soon after eating."

With his headache mostly gone, the An Yuan Marquis's heir suddenly felt energetic.

Qin Lang ran to find Qin Bi, greatly surprised. "Sister, the An Yuan Marquis's heir is actually cured?"

"I guessed right," Qin Bi said, delighted.

"Yes," Qin Lang joined in the joy. "This time, the guess was spot on."

Qin Bi was puzzled. "What are you so happy about?"

"I can take my little nephew to feast at a wealthy house," Qin Lang said with a beaming face. "The An Yuan Marquis's heir has had a headache for a long time. Since I cured him, he must treat us."

Qin Bi smiled too. "How many beast spirit crystals did you earn?"

Qin Lang waved his hand. "I'm not a spellcaster; I didn't ask for any."

Qin Bi: "......"

The next day, the An Yuan Marquis's heir indeed hosted a banquet. Qin Lang arrived early at the Rong Wang Fu to pick up Rong Yuan. The uncle and nephew went to the feast, accompanied by several young masters from cultivation families.

After the meal, Qin Lang escorted Rong Yuan home.

When Qin Lang returned to the Marquis's residence, he first went to see Zhu Shi.

"Where did you go?" Zhu Shi asked.

"The An Yuan Marquis's heir hosted a banquet," Qin Lang briefly recounted the story of the heir's possession.

Zhu Shi didn't believe it at all and waved her hand dismissively. Qin Lang went to his own courtyard for a nap.

In the afternoon, Qin Lang went to the academy for classes. When he returned home in the evening, the An Yuan Marquis's heir's servant was already waiting. Seeing Qin Lang, the servant's eyes immediately lit up, and he ran over obsequiously.

"Young Master Qin, our Young Master has a headache again," the servant grabbed Qin Lang's arm. "Come on, hurry to our Marquis's residence."

Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat. "A headache again?!"

He had just bluffed it away yesterday, and today it's back. Without knowing mystic arts, this truly wouldn't work.

Qin Lang dared not go immediately to the An Yuan Marquis's residence; he knew nothing about these things. He first went to the Rong Wang Fu to find Qin Bi, who was watching the children. The servant and Qin Lang explained the situation together.

"Did the An Yuan Marquis's heir see that second aunt of his again?" Qin Bi asked after a moment's thought.

Qin Lang looked at the servant, who nodded. "Yes. What's wrong? Is that not allowed?"

What could Qin Bi say? She handed the small teacup to Qin Lang. "Take the magic tool and go to the An Yuan Marquis's residence again."

Qin Lang was reluctant. After hesitating, he gritted his teeth, took the small teacup, stuffed in some small beast spirit crystals, and left. The An Yuan Marquis's heir's servant hurriedly followed. Upon arriving at the An Yuan Marquis's residence, the Lady was waiting outside the heir's courtyard.

"The exorcism worked yesterday," the An Yuan Marquis's Lady led Qin Lang into the courtyard. "He was fine at noon, but suddenly his head started hurting again. He has no energy at all and is extremely drowsy."

The An Yuan Marquis's heir was resting with his eyes closed on a small couch in the courtyard. Qin Lang took out the small teacup and filled it with the beast spirit crystals. "It's fine. I brought a magic tool; I'll just wave it over him, and he'll be fine."

Qin Lang said this without any confidence. The An Yuan Marquis's heir sat up.

First time strange, second time familiar; Qin Lang took a small tea bowl and circled it over the head of the Marquis of Prince Anyuan's heir, muttering incantations. The Marquis of Prince Anyuan's wife twitched an eyelid, pressed her lips to keep from laughing.

Truly unexpected that the legitimate son of the third branch of Marquis Qin Yan's Hou Fu knows the arts of the arcane.

Qin Lang put away the small tea bowl. A maid served tea. The Marquis of Prince Anyuan's wife chatted idly, speaking endlessly of how unwell the Marquis of Prince Anyuan's heir was, sighing deeply.

Qin Lang listened patiently, drank his fill of tea, then left.

The next day, the Marquis of Prince Anyuan's wife sent a message: the Marquis of Prince Anyuan's heir had recovered, and she sent a gift.