The Head of the Family Has Disappeared

"How is it? Are you satisfied with today's script? Look at how smug he was at the beginning."

Qin Hao asked while rubbing Chen Qingning's head with a doting expression. Chen Qingning smiled and nodded, "It's pretty good."

Zhao Ming stood rooted to the spot, watching Chen Qingning throw herself into Qin Hao's arms like a baby swallow returning to its nest. His chest felt as if someone had stuffed a ball of burning charcoal inside, burning him until he could barely breathe.

That was his bride!!!

On their wedding night, she had actually colluded with an outsider to scheme against him. What kind of nonsense was this?

Zhao Ming only felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped in public, yet he did not even dare to strike back.

At this moment, Zhao Ming could only watch helplessly, not daring to say a single word. He didn't dare, because that was the Imperial Son of the Qin family. Looking across the entire Three Realms and Nine Heavens, he belonged to the most noble group of people.

Qin Hao glanced at Zhao Qi and Zhao Ming, asking, "How do you want to deal with this Blood Fiend Sect?"

Chen Qingning followed Qin Hao's gaze to look at the two men, then spoke, "Before today, I desperately wanted you to help me kill them, but now I don't want to anymore."

Qin Hao raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? Just humiliating them like this has quelled your anger?"

Hearing this, Chen Qingning snorted coldly. "Quelled my anger? The hatred of my parents' murder! How could it be quelled? It's just that before, I felt that if I didn't rely on you, I might never be able to take revenge in my entire life."

"But now, I want to kill them with my own hands someday in the future. Until then, let them wait for their deaths in endless fear! Isn't this also a kind of torture?"

After personally experiencing just how powerful Qin Hao's background and status were, Chen Qingning suddenly felt that the so-called Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect was nothing much. Given enough time, she might not be unable to kill him with her own hands.

The grudge of her parents' murder naturally had to be avenged personally to resolve the hatred in her heart!

Qin Hao nodded, agreeing with Chen Qingning's decision. He turned his head and said to Lao Liu:

"Lao Liu, help me place a restriction on them so that even if they flee to the ends of the earth, they can be found immediately."

"Alright!" Lao Liu smiled lightly, then snapped his fingers. The next second, a brand was planted on Zhao Qi and his son.

"Thump—"

With a thud, the two collapsed weakly to the ground.

What did a restriction that could track them down at any time mean? It meant that no matter if they fled to the ends of the earth, the future Chen Qingning could find them at any time, and the moment she found them would be the day of their deaths.

This feeling of waiting was a torture more terrifying than death for the two of them.

Before that day arrived, they had to live—live in fear, live in anxiety, live in the torment of waiting for death.

"You are ruthless! If there is a next life, I will definitely make you pay the price!" Zhao Qi glared viciously at Qin Hao, then raised his hand to strike his own skull.

Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well die right now.

"Bang!" Lao Liu kicked Zhao Qi flying, interrupting his spell:

"Did my Imperial Son allow you to die? Until then, you better stay alive for me!"

"Pfft"

Although Zhao Qi and Lao Liu were both Immortal Lord cultivators, there was a world of difference in their strength. With just one kick, Zhao Qi uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha... haha"

Zhao Qi suddenly began to laugh. His laughter was hoarse and mournful, like the wail of a night owl echoing through the grand hall, making one's blood run cold. He laughed at himself for living so many years, only to realize in the end that he did not even have the right to die.

What chilled his heart the most were the surrounding disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect. When he was kicked flying over, these people actually dodged him like they were avoiding a god of plague, as if he, Zhao Qi, was an untouchable pestilence.

As for Zhao Ming, he had long been scared silly, kneeling there motionless like a statue.

The higher-ups of the major Holy Lands came before Qin Hao one by one to greet him. Qin Hao's great name was like thunder piercing their ears. He was backed by the Desolate Ancient Qin Family, and his own talent was extremely monstrous.

In everyone's eyes, Qin Hao would definitely become an Immortal Emperor in the future; it was only a matter of time. As for accidents, with the Desolate Ancient Qin Family backing him, what accidents could possibly happen?

Building a good relationship with a future Immortal Emperor was, in their view, highly necessary.

Chen Qingning looked at everything in front of her with a blank expression. These were all big shots that she couldn't even look up to in the past, yet now they were coming forward one after another to show goodwill to Qin Hao, their tones full of flattery.

However, Qin Hao took all of this for granted, acting as casually as if he wasn't facing mighty Immortal Kings and Immortal Lords, but rather a group of neighborhood friends.

After dealing with the Holy Land higher-ups, Qin Hao turned to look at Chen Qingning and asked, "I've already helped you take your revenge. What do you want to do next? Our lease still has three months left. What do you want to do during these three months?"

Chen Qingning lowered her head and whispered, "I will listen to you. I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Hearing this, Qin Hao's eyebrows twitched slightly upward. Listen to me? Then I'll have to improvise.

"Alright, then listen to me. I see your cultivation is still at the Nascent Soul realm. I'll give you three months to break through to the peak of the Soul Formation realm. Can you do it!"

Chen Qingning was completely stunned. No, couldn't he understand her hint? She meant they could do something inappropriate, and he... he wanted her to cultivate?

Seeing Chen Qingning frozen in place, Qin Hao snorted coldly. "What? You have a problem with that? Is it that hard to achieve? I will provide you with the cultivation resources and techniques! Your only task is to cultivate properly for me!"

Saying that, Qin Hao took out a storage bag from his robes and handed it to Chen Qingning. Inside were massive amounts of cultivation resources and Emperor-level techniques.

Chen Qingning stomped her foot in frustration, cursing Qin Hao as a blockhead in her heart, and then gritted her teeth. "Cultivate it is!"

Chen Qingning glared at Qin Hao, then snatched the storage bag from his hand.

Qin Hao chuckled lightly. Didn't you say you'd do whatever I asked? Making you cultivate is for your own good. You are so young, yet instead of striving for progress, you blindly immerse yourself in romantic feelings. How could that do?

After settling Chen Qingning, Lao Liu walked up to Qin Hao:

"Lord Imperial Son, I have a very important matter to tell you."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, gesturing for Lao Liu to speak.

"The Family Head has gone missing."

Hearing these words, Qin Hao was slightly taken aback. "Missing? That's impossible. My old man probably just went somewhere without telling anyone."

Lao Liu shook his head with a solemn expression. "No, he suddenly disappeared right in front of everyone. According to the patriarchs, one second the Family Head was discussing with them about when to completely lift the restrictions on the Immortal Ancient Battlefield, and the next second, he entirely vanished."

"Furthermore, based on the Family Head's reaction at the time, he was also very astonished. Clearly, he had not anticipated the situation either."