“System, teleport me to the client’s side.”
A stretch of dark stone forest, colossal pillars standing like tombstones.
The air was thick with the heavy scent of blood.
In the shadow of one stone pillar, a woman was curled up.
She was covered in blood. Her once plain white dress had been dyed a dark crimson, making it impossible to tell which stains were from her enemies and which were her own.
Her disheveled long hair hung down, obscuring most of her face. Only a pale profile and a tightly clenched mouth were faintly visible.
One hand pressed firmly against her abdomen, blood still seeping through her fingers.
In her other hand, she gripped a broken sword, its blade full of nicks.
Chen Xiaoyun gritted her teeth. Her eyes burned with resentment.
“Damn the Qin Clan! Just you wait. You didn’t manage to kill me this time. Once I grow strong, I’ll make sure you pay blood for blood!”
Suddenly, Chen Xiaoyun raised her hand sharply, pointing the broken sword forward. Her eyes were filled with vigilance and killing intent.
“Who’s there!”
Qin Hao stopped three steps away from Chen Xiaoyun, not getting too close.
“Chen Xiaoyun?” Qin Hao asked softly.
Chen Xiaoyun did not answer. Her vigilance only deepened.
Who is this person? Why does he know my name?
Qin Hao wasn’t in a hurry. He took a healing pill from his storage ring and tossed it over.
“This is an Immortal-tier middle-grade Rejuvenation Pill. One should be enough to heal your injuries.”
Chen Xiaoyun looked at the pill on the ground, then at Qin Hao, and asked in a low voice,
“Who the hell are you?”
Qin Hao sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
“Who am I? Don’t you know? Didn’t you place an order on the rental platform for me to be your dao partner?”
Hearing this, Chen Xiaoyun paused for a moment.
She remembered. Earlier, she had found a jade pendant.
The moment her hand touched it, a message came through, claiming it could help her with anything.
Thinking of this, Chen Xiaoyun decided to give it a try and swallowed the pill Qin Hao had given her.
As soon as the pill entered her mouth, it transformed into a warm current that circulated through her body.
Soon, her injuries were completely healed.
Once her wounds mended, Chen Xiaoyun looked at Qin Hao with slightly less wariness. She cupped her hands in salute.
“Thank you for the pill, friend. But you’d better leave now. The people I want to kill—you can’t afford to provoke them.”
On hearing this, Qin Hao laughed.
“In all Three Realms and Nine Heavens, there’s no one I can’t afford to provoke!”
In the past, backed by the Qin Clan, Qin Hao had already thought himself invincible. Now, with Ruyan as another powerful ally behind him.
Qin Hao simply wanted to ask: Who dares to mess with me? Who would even try?
Chen Xiaoyun looked Qin Hao up and down. This man in front of her was handsome enough, but he seemed a little slow in the head.
Too cocky and ignorant of the world!
Chen Xiaoyun shook her head and spoke.
“My enemy is the Primordial Qin Clan! Do you dare to mess with them?!”
Qin Hao shuddered. Wait—her enemy was who?
The Primordial Qin Clan? Was this some kind of cosmic joke? Had he actually taken a commission and ended up with his own clan’s enemy?
Qin Hao frowned, looking at Chen Xiaoyun in bewilderment.
“The Primordial Qin Clan? What grudge do you have with the Qin Clan? Tell me about it. Maybe I can mediate for you.”
When Chen Xiaoyun heard the word “mediate,” it was as if she had heard the greatest joke in the world.
A bitter, mocking smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
"Mediation?" Her voice suddenly rose, barely containing a fury that threatened to erupt.
"The Aritocratic Qin Clan slaughtered my entire Chen Clan—thirty-seven thousand six hundred and forty-two souls!"
"My father, my mother. The elders, my cousins, even the infants still in their swaddling clothes were not spared!"
"Annihilation of my clan is a blood feud beyond reconciliation! And you dare tell me this can be mediated?"
Qin Hao nodded. "Eliminating the roots is indeed necessary. There's no real issue with that approach."
Chen Xiaoyun's pupils dilated sharply, her gaze locked onto Qin Hao as if searching his face for some hidden truth.
"What did you say?"
Her voice dropped low—no longer a furious roar, but a deathly calm that preceded a storm, suffocating and unbearable.
Qin Hao looked awkward, then waved a hand dismissively.
"Don't get worked up. That's not what I meant. I'm not saying they were right."
Chen Xiaoyun's broken sword lunged forth, aiming straight for Qin Hao's throat. The strike was fierce, carrying the finality of a battle to the death:
"Anyone who speaks for the Qin Clan deserves to die without regret."
"Ding—"
As the sword closed in, Qin Hao flicked his finger lightly, casually deflecting Chen Xiaoyun's blade.
Feeling the immense force transmitted through her hand, Chen Xiaoyun's complexion shifted instantly.
As a cultivator of the Earth Immortal realm, facing someone whose breathing presence barely registered at the Tribulation Crossing stage—such a power disparity should have been insurmountable. Yet this man had disarmed her with his bare hands.
"Calm down. Don't go drawing a sword at every disagreement. You're no match for me by a long shot."
"Tell me—why did the Qin Clan annihilate your clan? Was your family powerful?"
Qin Hao found it absurd. The Chen Clan of the Southern Domain? What minor lineage was that? Did it even harbor a Celestial King?
He'd never heard of them. Worth a fully-scale massacre by the Qin Clan?
Realizing she couldn't overpower Qin Hao, Chen Xiaoyun refrained from striking again, not wanting to provoke him further.
Bearing the weight of a blood debt, she couldn't afford to die here.
She stared deeply at Qin Hao and spoke slowly:
"The Qin Clan coveted the technology my family held! They wanted to seize it for themselves—that's why they attacked us!"
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Qin Hao's mouth, quickly suppressed.
Your family's technology? What on earth could your clan possibly possess that would catch my attention?
"What technology? Let's hear it."
Chen Xiaoyun took a deep breath and began:
"My clan was no major cultivation family, but we were a lineage of spiritual energy engineers."
"For generations, we invented countless spirit-powered devices. Recently, several elders collaborated to create equipment capable of boosting an Earth Immortal cultivator's power to that of a Celestial King!"
"Our elders intended to dedicate this device to the Celestial Court, to serve the Three Realms and Nine Heavens."
"But that ambition drew the covetous gaze of the Qin Clan!!!"
"The Qin Clan sent people to my home, using our family's lives as leverage, demanding we hand over the manufacturing method."
"Naturally, the elders refused. With such despicable means, if this technology fell into the Qin Clan's hands, what peace would remain in the Three Realms and Nine Heavens?"
"When my clan refused to cooperate, the Qin Clan ordered the slaughter!"
At this, Chen Xiaoyun clenched her fists, her eyes burning with hatred:
"Hah, just you wait, Qin Clan! One day, I'll make you pay in blood for blood."
After listening to Chen Xiaoyun's account, Qin Hao furrowed his brows. Damn, equipment that could boost a cultivator at the Immortal Realm level to unleash battle power matching an Immortal King.
With stuff like this, the combat strength of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens would be massively enhanced.
This was good news! There was no reason for the Qin family to do something like this.
When it came to his own family, Qin Hao still had plenty of confidence.
His people, the Qins—though they usually had a pretty bad reputation in the outside world—
When it came to major matters of right and wrong, they still knew where to draw the line!
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