Chapter 14: Qin Lihai's Decision

  Even if Qin Yun was in a wonderful state, the sword of his opponent was still extremely fast and highly threatening in his eyes!

  So he absolutely cannot give the opponent a chance to let go and exert himself.

  He suddenly withdrew his fists and turned his body sideways at a critical moment, avoiding the sword that was thrusting towards his chest and abdomen.

  However, dodging this sword could not dodge another one!

  A gleaming sword flashed and disappeared, cutting down from his shoulder, tearing open a long wound on his back, with bright red blood spurting out!

  With a hard parry of this sword, Qin Yun's shoulder sank, and he suddenly charged forward like a fierce tiger into his opponent's embrace.

  Boom!

  The dark and lean swordsman was knocked flying by his brute force.

  Relying on the rebound force of the impact to steady his body, Qin Yun's gathered fist struck out again, striking another opponent.

  The opponent was shocked and hastily raised his sword to stab quickly, trying to force back Qin Yun who was like a mad tiger.

  Hiccup!

  What he never expected was that Qin Yun didn't dodge at all, but only slightly shifted his body to avoid the fatal blow, allowing the long sword to pierce into his left shoulder!

  The sharp blade pierced through flesh and blood, and rubbed against the bone with a loud screech!

  "Cheers!"

  Qin Yun's iron fist simultaneously slammed into his opponent's face, and the crimson flames that had gathered on his fist suddenly burst out, sending him flying.

  An arched long sword inserted into the shoulder is withdrawn as the opponent flies backward, bursting out a puff of blood mist!

  "Ah!"

  This swordsman was far less fortunate than his fellow brother, his entire face was completely shattered by Qin Yun's fierce fist, flying backwards to the ground and still not dead yet, rolling around in agony!

  Qin Yun was also in agony, his face twisted in pain as he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from groaning.

  The wounds on his back and shoulders were bleeding profusely, almost turning him into a blood-soaked person.

  But Qin Yun still stood upright with his fists clenched tightly, his sharp eyes fixed intently on the last opponent.

  Fierce and terrifying!

  The swordsman had just leapt up from the ground, he was only slightly injured, but completely lost his courage to continue fighting.

  In his mind, he was facing not a teenager but a ferocious and terrifying beast that had been wounded!

  He hastily picked up his brother who was lying on the ground and turned around to flee desperately without looking back, disappearing into the heavy rain in an instant.

  Qin Yun did not give chase.

  The lost blood was rapidly draining his strength, the true energy in his dantian was almost exhausted, this was the price that had to be paid for using the special ability of the golden runes.

  To maintain that wonderful state, it requires a constant supply of true energy to support it. With his current strength, he can at most hold on for half an incense stick's time.

  This is also another important reason why Qin Yun insisted on a quick battle despite his injuries.

  Fortunately, the opponent was scared off by his ferocity and madness. If he didn't run but instead charged forward to fight Qin Yun to the death, then Qin Yun would have definitely died!

  Rushing to the side of a large tree, Qin Yun tore off his own shirt and tied it into a bandage, binding the wounds on his back and shoulders.

  The strong physique forged from a decade of hard work paid off, and after tightly bandaging the wound, the bleeding stopped quickly.

  But he was very clear that this place was absolutely not a place to stay for long.

  After recovering a bit of energy, Qin Yun returned to the original place, picked up his own Qingxuan long sword, and also stripped off the outer garment worn by the corpse of the scar-faced big man and put it on himself.

  The scar-faced big man still had a thick pouch in his arms, he put it into his own arms and quickly left.

  The rain is getting heavier!

  ………

  The Qin family's mansion, a small house lit up with light.

  In the bathroom, Qin Yun, bare-chested, carefully wiped away the blood and dirt from his wound with a cotton swab, then applied some ointment.

  His grandfather Qin Yang's medical skills were exquisite, and he usually prepared more than a dozen kinds of medicinal pills and ointments, among which there must be wound medicine.

  Qin Yun, although he had been practicing martial arts since childhood and spent most of his energy and time on cultivating martial skills and internal energy techniques, also followed Qin Yang to learn a few emergency medical treatments. In addition, during the three years of participating in hunting, he was occasionally injured, so dealing with external injuries was not a problem for him.

  This time in Qianchao City, Qin Yun also brought several bottles of medicine with him, which happened to be useful now.

  Otherwise, he would have suffered such a serious injury as soon as he arrived, and it was also troublesome to ask others for treatment.

  After applying the ointment, the scorching wound sent waves of coolness, and Qin Yun felt much more comfortable.

  He re-bandaged the wound with a clean gauze he had made himself and lay back down on his bed in the bedroom.

  Although his body was extremely tired due to excessive blood loss, Qin Yun's mind remained clear!

  He clenched his fists as he recalled the life-threatening experience from just now.

  Tonight's attack was absolutely the work of that Second Master Qin, and the opponent's unbridled audacity made Qin Yun even more extremely vigilant after his anger.

  In the vast Qin family, he was just an insignificant figure, without enough power, and something similar might happen again.

  It's just that at that time, he may not be as lucky as he is now.

  Just that one battle, the enemy's strength far exceeded Qin Yun, only at the beginning made the mistake of underestimating the enemy, and also underestimated his ruthlessness and strength.

  Qin Yun had never yearned to become strong like he did at this moment, and in his heart, he secretly made a firm decision that no matter what, he would do everything in his power to enter the Tian Cheng Sword Sect and learn the Supreme Sword Dao.

  Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, Qin Yun closed his eyes and sank into the sea of consciousness, slowly entering the realm of dreams.

  At the same time Qin Yun fell asleep, in the Qin family ancestral hall less than half a mile away from the manor, Qin Wenbing knelt on the floor of a study room, bowing his head and not even daring to take a breath.

  The reason why this arrogant and spoiled son of the Qin family was so fearful was that sitting in front of him was his father, Qin Liehai.

  Qin Lihai was in his forties, with a refined and elegant appearance, and an air of refinement. His eyes shone with a hint of inner light, but without revealing any sharp edges.

  If one were to judge by appearance alone, it would be hard to imagine that he is actually the Hall Master of the Qin Clan's Muyang Sect, wielding the most powerful and crucial part of the Qin Clan's laws!

  "Do you know why I made you kneel here and receive family law?"

  Qin Lihai's gaze fell on his own son, his tone calm and gentle.

  Qin Wenbing couldn't help but shudder involuntarily. He was fearless of heaven and earth, but what he feared most was his own seemingly gentle and kind father.

  Qin Lie Hai has been in charge of the Moyang Dao's Xingtang for ten years, enforcing the law with an iron face and no emotions. He personally ordered the execution by flogging of hundreds of members of the sect, earning him extremely high prestige within the Moyang Dao.

  Sweat beaded on his forehead, Qin Wenbing wanted to pretend to be innocent, but thinking of the serious consequences that lying might bring, he decided to tell the truth.

  "I shouldn't have ordered someone from Guest Hall to deal with Qin Yun, I know I was wrong, Father, please punish me!"

  The Qīn family's Mùyáng Way has a special guest hall, the Kèqīng Hall, which absorbs excellent young men or martial artists from outside families. Many times when the Qīn family finds it inconvenient to deal with dirty and troublesome matters in person, they will send someone from the Kèqīng Hall to handle them.

  As Qin Wenbing, it was easy to secretly dispatch a few people from the Guest Pavilion, but he couldn't mobilize real masters. However, for those who would sell their lives for money, several could be found at will.

  After some thought, he realized that among all the things he had done recently, only this matter could provoke Qin Lie's anger.

  As for why Qin Lihai knew so quickly, there are many possibilities.

  "Our Qin family has stood for hundreds of years and never fallen..." Qin Lihai slowly got up, saying in a deep voice: "What is it relying on? It's people's hearts!"

  "If people's hearts are scattered, the family will be finished too, you know how many people are watching us?"

  "What you did today, if it gets out, will be seen as bullying the weak with your strength and deceiving the younger generation of other branches. Do you know what people from other branches will say or do about this?"

  Although he was afraid in his heart, Qin Wenbing couldn't help but defend himself: "Those three guests at the Qingyun Pavilion have tight lips, and Qin Yun looks down on legitimate sons. I just wanted to teach him a lesson, and he doesn't have any evidence to say that I harmed him!"

  "Are their mouths tightly closed?" Qin Lihai sneered coldly: "Indeed they are, and they will never open them again!"

  Shut up forever! Qin Wenbing's whole body shook, and he couldn't help but swallow: "Your meaning is..."

  "They're all dead..." Qin Lihai said calmly: "However, two of them died at the hands of Qin Yun, including that scar-faced guy."

  "How is this possible?"

  Qin Wenbing's eyes widened in shock: "Qin Yun is only at the first heaven of Qi Refining Realm, but Scarface is at the second heaven. The other two brothers are also at the first heaven realm, and their combined swordsmanship is very powerful. How could they both die at Qin Yun's hands?"

  Experienced people can see the high and low of the realm of a cultivator from some external characteristics, but only when they reach the prenatal realm of returning to simplicity and truth, it is impossible to make judgments through visual inspection.

  Qin Wenbing sent someone to deal with Qin Yun, and of course, he had already understood Qin Yun's strength beforehand, which was why he found it hard to believe.

  "Am I still going to deceive you?" Qin Lie coldly snorted, but his eyes revealed a hint of admiration: "This young man is not simple, given time he will definitely surpass you, and might even be comparable to your older brother!"

  As they spoke, his gaze turned stern: "From tomorrow on, you will go into seclusion in the Zong Clan to cultivate. Don't come out until you reach the fifth heaven of Qi Refining!"

  "By the end of next year, it will be the time for Tiancheng Sword Sect to select its disciples. This is also your last chance."

  "I will definitely work hard, Father!" Qin Wenbing replied with his head down, but a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

  "Go back and reflect on yourself properly, don't let me down again." Qin Lihai waved his hand.

  After sending his own son away, Qin Liehai picked up the letter on the desk and read it again.

  The dense words on the paper described in detail the fierce battle that took place under Xiaoyugu Mountain last night, and at the end, it also attached Qin Yun's identity and origin.

  "Qinghe County, Shanglie Village, Qin Yun." The owner of the Xingtang Hall muttered to himself, seemingly pondering something.

  "He suddenly turned around and said: 'Pass on my order, Wu the old wolf has violated the family rules, flog him fifty times to serve as a warning!'"

  "Yes, sir!"

  A low voice came from the dark corner.