CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 43: THE QIN FAMILY’S THIRD ELDER FALLS!

Qin Family Castle!

Qin Hao was weeping and wailing, and the clansmen passing by looked at him with horror, especially the cousin who had just spoken with him.

A quarter of an hour ago, when Qin Hao was walking out with a dejected look, he happened to meet a cousin with whom he was usually on good terms.

After their conversation, Qin Hao learned about his uncle’s plan to kill that bastard, which immediately lifted his spirits, making him happier the more he thought about it, and eventually... he burst into tears.

The cousin was dumbfounded on the spot; he had seen people cry tears of joy before, but never had he seen someone cry so pathetically from happiness.

Although Qin Hao was also terrified inside, he still couldn’t control his expressions and tearful eyes. Yes, his tears seemed worthless, falling one after another, making people feel anxious, as if the sky was about to collapse.

The unusual situation led someone to report it, and not long after, a few elders hurriedly arrived together.

"Don’t tell the Patriarch yet."

After advising for a while, the elders dismissed the crowd.

Upon seeing them, Qin Hao was moved and, while crying, shouted, "Uncles, please save me? I don’t know what’s wrong with me?"

An elder quickly came over and grasped his hand. A trace of True Essence was sent into Qin Hao’s body and quickly flowed through it.

After a long time, with a perplexed and frowning face, one exclaimed, "Strange, there’s nothing wrong with his body?"

"Let me see his Sea of Consciousness?"

Another person came over, pointed at Qin Hao’s forehead, and closed his eyes.

"The Sea of Consciousness is okay too?" the elder was equally puzzled.

This was odd; with no issues in the body, why was this happening?

Amid his loud crying, Qin Hao suddenly looked terrified, recalling the incident when Han Yu force-fed him something.

He immediately shouted, "It’s the pills, he fed me pills?"

"What’s going on?"

Qin Tiannan hurriedly approached with a stern expression and looked coldly at everyone.

Qin Hao could only cry as he recounted the incident of being force-fed pills.

At the entrance of the Qin Family Castle, a group of cultivators in ragged clothes descended using Sword Control, an elder looking grave.

"What’s going on with you all?"

A person hurried out from the group of cultivators to explain the situation, and Qin Tiannan’s face turned cold as he said in a deep voice, "So I sent you all to regain your pride, and you were beaten and came back dejected after just a round?"

Everyone was too afraid to speak.

Qin Tiannan’s face was gloomy, his eyes full of killing intent, "Fine, since thirty people aren’t enough, then send more. Anyone who opposes the Qin Family must die!"

Bai Junya leaned on the dressing table with her head down, her pretty face full of worry. Somehow, a face suddenly popped into her mind, and then she recalled their conversation that day...

"Let me pass, even if I’m not called the Mistress of the Bai Lord, by seniority I am still your elder. Where do you get the courage to stop me?"

A quarrel came from outside the door, hearing the voice, it was her mother arguing.

Outside Bai Junya’s room, Lin Ruojun trembled with anger looking at the group of people in front of her.

"She’s your cousin, and you’re guarding her like a prisoner?"

A cultivator looked conflicted, smiling wryly, "Aunt, please don’t make it hard for us. If we don’t, the clan elders will come down on us, and we won’t be able to bear it."

"Yes! Auntie, the orders came from the clan elders, making it hard for us juniors won’t help!"

Another cultivator also smiled wryly repeatedly.

Not far away, Bai Chong’an only revealed half of his body as he watched silently, sighing helplessly.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from Bai Junya’s room!

A Water Dragon burst forth, blasting the entire door into pieces, sweeping up the cultivators into the air...

"Half Divine Gaze cultivator, not easy to handle!"

Han Yu looked at the air currents in front of him with a headache, and his iron fists punched hard, the air currents rolled over his wrists, destroying inch by inch from the sleeves, soon engulfing him entirely.

When the air currents subsided, Han Yu stood in place, looking wretched, his clothes in tatters once again.

Third Qin gasped, how was he still fine, what kind of body cultivation did this guy have?

"Quick, make a pill to save the situation!"

Han Yu shouted in his heart.

The Little Artifact Spirit quickly responded, "Didn’t I give one to your calabash-shaped girl today? There’s none left."

"Didn’t you say you have three a day?"

Han Yu was tearful.

The Little Artifact Spirit said a bit aggrieved, "Didn’t win the privilege, it’s still the bottle’s privilege now. Today, I only borrowed the privilege because there were benefits to share."

Fuck!

You dumb ghosts have too many damn things every day.

A damn bottle spits out unknown pills every day, leaving people overwhelmed.

The Little Artifact Spirit keeps picking and choosing, only wanting Qi Fortune and Divine Techniques.

"Then tell me how to handle him now?"

Han Yu looked at the incoming air currents, utterly helpless.

"Use your steel-like body, combined with your steel-like will to beat him?"

The Little Artifact Spirit tried to encourage with an uncertain tone.

Here, Han Yu really moved, gritting his teeth as he forcefully withstood the air currents, facing Qin Lao San who wielded Blade and Sword, each air current growing more powerful.

A brute-like body flashed by, a large fist came punching at his face, Qin Lao San leaped into the air, the air currents continued.

The former location of the inn rang with constant booms, blue stone slabs were shattered, even beginning to affect nearby buildings.

After missing a hit, Han Yu bent his knees and leaped, reaching the same height as Qin Lao San, another fist came, causing Qin Lao San’s air currents to pause as he quickly retreated.

Thus, in the sky, two figures continued to intertwine, one briefly flying and dodging, and the other repeatedly jumping up after falling, relentlessly pursuing.

"Hell, are the guards here dead? Such a big commotion and no one comes to catch this old thief."

Han Yu cursed as he chased.

He had no idea that a figure was hiding and trembling inside the Government Office.

The guard was also helpless, "You mighty ones fight, just don’t involve me!"

If I had known, I would have learned from seniors and gone to guard the south. These ghostly places, besides keeping civilians in check, who else can they suppress? Such situations where I can’t afford to offend keep happening.

What am I doing this for!

No matter how aggrieved the guard felt, the battle over there raged on.

"Why does this old thing hurt more the longer I fight?"

Han Yu jumped into the air, only to be slammed down by the air currents, his hands and feet beginning to crack open wounds, bleeding profusely.

"His cultivation technique, it can stack and release power, just like waves."

The Little Artifact Spirit sharply noticed.

"How to break him?"

Han Yu frowned and asked.

"Use your steel-like..."

The Little Artifact Spirit’s voice trailed off.

Fuck!

Han Yu could only rely on his physical body, each clash increasing the cracks on him, but the opponent also seemed to be struggling.

Qin Lao San’s speed began to slow, he wasn’t in the Divine Gaze Realm, body flying exhausted energy greatly, especially while attacking.

Sword Control and Flying are entirely different, Sword Control allows brief flight with external objects, Divine Bridge cultivators can manage it, how far they fly depends on their True Essence’s depth.

Flying, however, is different, it involves controlling the whole body to move freely in the sky, more nimble than Sword Control, a hallmark of Divine Gaze Realm experts.

Half-Step Divine Gaze can achieve it too, but it’s too exhausting on True Essence, can’t do it as freely as true experts.

Thus, during one dodge, he was finally a step too slow, Han Yu’s eyes lit up as he seized the opportunity to grab the old man’s ankle.

"Get down!"

With a fierce fling, Qin Lao San was thrown down like a leaden weight,

he crashed hard into the rubble, lacking a robust body, spitting blood immediately, his entire back burning with pain.

Han Yu swooped down from above, his iron fists hammering down hard.

A mighty explosion, dust rose from the heap of rubble.

When the dust settled, only Han Yu, appearing as a bloodied mess with tattered clothes, was left panting, at his feet, Qin Lao San’s chest was caved in, as dead as could be!

Third Qin is dead!