Horror Camgirl - Ch. 93: Renowned Reputation
“Xianluo sent them to the hospital; they should be fine,” Xiao Lin said. “Do you need to go to the hospital yourself? I can drive you there.”
I waved him off and replied, “I’m alright. I just overexerted my Spiritual Energy. I just need some time to recuperate at home.”
Xiao Lin, ever the enthusiastic helper, insisted, “Let me drive you home then.”
“There’s no need,” Tang Mingli cut in. “The car picking us up has already arrived.” He tightened his hold around me, adding, “We want to enjoy some time alone.”
My mouth twitched, and a blush crept up my cheeks. I lowered my head, saying nothing.
Xiao Lin gave us a knowing grin. “Alright, I’ll leave you two to it. After all, Yin-Yang Harmony is the fastest way to recover Spiritual Energy.”
Wait a minute—what Yin-Yang Harmony? Did he completely misunderstand the situation?
Tang Mingli, however, only gave an ambiguous smile, turning to carry me into the parked black Land Rover.
“Alright… you can let go now,” I said, my face still flushed.
Tang Mingli leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “How about we give it a try?”
“Try what?” I asked, confused.
“Yin-Yang Harmony, of course,” he said, winking at me.
I jumped back like a startled cat, panicking. “N-no way! Don’t joke like that! I’m not that kind of person.”
“Neither am I,” he replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “But, sometimes, when I don’t act like a person... I’m truly unpredictable.”
I rolled my eyes. “So, just how many girls have you ‘not acted like a person’ with?”
With an air of righteousness, Tang Mingli replied, “Even if I’m being ‘unpredictable,’ I’m very selective. How could ordinary women even catch my eye?”
“Am I not just an ordinary woman?” I asked, half-jokingly.
“If you count as ordinary, then where would we find any women who are truly unique?” He said this with a seriousness that made me feel a little taken aback.
I was at a loss for words. “You’re being way too over the top.”
He seemed to want to say more, but I quickly changed the subject. It wasn’t until we were finally home that I let out a sigh of relief.
My mind was a mess. I had to admit, I did feel a bit of fondness for Tang Mingli and was genuinely grateful for all his help. It was also clear that he had feelings for me. Yet, I was afraid to take that step forward.
After all the hurt and humiliation I’ve endured over the years, I wasn’t willing to risk getting hurt in love again.
The truth is, deep down, I lacked confidence in myself.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Tang Mingli had ulterior motives for getting close to me. Women’s intuition in these matters is usually spot on.
Forget it, I told myself. It wasn’t worth overthinking.
I pushed these thoughts aside and opened Hei YanTV. To my surprise, the recording of my recent live stream was still featured on the homepage, with over 500 million views.
I checked the donations and found that the families of the car accident victims alone had donated over 100,000. Combined with other contributions, the total exceeded 2.8 million, and it was still climbing, thanks to the many die-hard fans continuing to donate even when I wasn’t streaming.
This was a new term I had just learned—“air donations”—meaning that fans donate to their favorite streamers even when they’re offline.
It seemed hitting the 3 million mark was within reach, officially promoting me to a Gold Level streamer.
Being a Gold Level streamer was a rarity, not just on Hei YanTV, but across the entire Chinese streaming network.
Among the donors, I even noticed several messages written entirely in English, with foreign accounts making significant contributions. It turned out that I’d garnered quite a few international viewers, with overseas students reportedly providing simultaneous translations of my streams.
However, reactions from foreign audiences were mixed. Some accused me of being a witch who deserved to burn in hell.
I simply chuckled and brushed off the negativity. Who cares what they think?
In my friend circle, only Jiu Lingzi had tuned in to my stream this time; the others were still in seclusion. While he didn’t donate, the talisman he taught me to draw on my chest was already the greatest gift I could ask for.
After all, it’s a talisman that can kill Fierce Ghosts!
In the days that followed, I mainly stayed at home for cultivation, refining medicines, and researching prescriptions. Occasionally, I’d visit the tea house to continue treating Hu Qingyu with massages.
One day, after finishing a treatment session, I received a call from Hui Zhen Pavilion, informing me that the Golden Needles I had ordered were ready.
These days, the kind of high-quality needles used in Traditional Chinese Medicine can only be sourced from specialized shops, and even then, it’s difficult to find truly good ones. I had asked the owner of Hui Zhen Pavilion to help me locate some, sparing no expense.
I immediately headed to Hui Zhen Pavilion. The chubby owner greeted me with a wide smile, “Madam Yuan, you’re here! Come, take a look at these Golden Needles. I guarantee they’ll meet your satisfaction.”
I opened the box, carefully unwrapped the cloth, and upon close inspection, the needles were indeed of excellent quality.
“Where did you find these needles?” I asked, delighted. “How much do I owe you?”
The owner beamed, “They’re free.”
I was taken aback. “Free? What’s the catch?”
With a sly grin, he replied, “Madam Yuan, someone wishes to meet you. Would you be willing to see him?”
My expression darkened. “Are you trying to sell me out?”
“No, no, no, Madam Yuan, that's definitely not what I meant.” He hastily waved his hands. “Madam Yuan, this young master here is the son of an old family friend of my boss. He's suffering from a severe illness. He's already seen the best doctors around the world, but none could cure him. Somehow, he heard about your extraordinary medical skills, so he wishes to seek your help.”
The chubby boss patted his chest and added, “This young master said that if you agree to treat him, whether you succeed or not, he will offer you this package of Golden Needles with both hands.”
I squinted slightly, staring at the chubby boss for a long time. Yet, he kept smiling, not a hint of guilt in his demeanor.
I squeezed the cloth package in my hand. These Golden Needles were indeed exquisite—I really wanted them.
“Alright, I'll meet him,” I said, “but I won't make any promises.”
“Of course, of course,” he replied eagerly. “The young master's car is waiting outside. If you’re willing, you can go now.”
Outside the door was a low-profile black sedan. A middle-aged man in a suit stepped forward, bowing slightly. “Madam Yuan, please.”
Once inside the car, I cautiously asked, “Who exactly is your young master?”
The middle-aged man smiled. “My young master's surname is Xue. As for me, you can just call me Old Chen.”
Xue? That barely told me anything useful.
“Where is Young Master Xue from?” I continued probing.
“From Jinling,” Old Chen answered.
“Jinling?” My expression darkened. “What's your relationship with the Lu Family?”
Old Chen seemed prepared for this question. He replied calmly, “Rest assured, Madam Yuan, we have nothing to do with the Lu Family. On the contrary, our family is actually at odds with them due to an alliance with a rival family.”
I narrowed my eyes. This man was meticulous—clearly not an easy person to deal with.
The black sedan drove steadily toward the northern outskirts, eventually winding up Hua Jin Mountain. At the top stood the ancient Hua Jin Temple. The car finally stopped at the temple’s parking lot, and Old Chen led me to a secluded chamber in the back.
Hua Jin Temple had a history of over 700 years. The buildings had been renovated to maintain their ancient style, but they were now equipped with modern amenities like electric lighting, plumbing, and even air conditioning.
Old Chen knocked on the door. “Young Master, I've brought Madam Yuan.”
“Let her in,” came a feeble voice from inside. Old Chen opened the door, revealing a sickly young man lying on a bed in the meditation room. The heater was on full blast, making the room stiflingly hot—probably around 30 to 40 degrees Celsius—but despite this, the young man was shivering under a thick quilt, as if trapped in the dead of winter.
I narrowed my eyes thoughtfully.
“Apologies, Madam Yuan,” he said with a weak nod. “I can't get up to greet you.”
I glanced at him and was taken aback. This young man couldn't be older than thirty, yet he looked utterly emaciated. His cheeks were sunken, his eye sockets hollow, and his lips pale. It was a pitiful sight.
I moved closer and noticed a thin layer of frost on his forehead. It was as if he had turned into a block of ice, causing the surrounding temperature to drop noticeably.
“It seems your illness is indeed quite severe.” I sat down next to him, speaking seriously. “I want to know—how did you find out about me?”
Xue Shao gave a faint smile. “The famous Horror Female Streamer who once cured the hidden illness of the Lu Family’s Lu Qilin, and who holds several rare elixirs in her possession—Madam Yuan, you've been making waves in China lately. Whether it's in the mundane world, the martial arts world, the supernatural community, or even the cultivation realm, everyone is talking about you.”
I stared at him coldly, clenching my fists.
“Madam Yuan, there's no need to worry,” Xue Shao continued. “I bear you no ill will. You have powerful figures protecting you, and most people wouldn’t dare to make a move against you, not even knowing your true identity. As for me, it’s only because my family has some influence that I was able to learn of your reputation and come here seeking your help.”
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