Chapter 47: The Beautiful, Powerful, and Tragic Villain – My Father Is a King

This world’s plot was even more absurd than the last—here, the heroine ended up with the second male lead.

The protagonist disappeared after the fall of the Cloud Kingdom, but in truth, he’d been taken to the grasslands by Asar. He didn’t plan to lead any conquest against the Rong Kingdom; instead, he journeyed deep into the grasslands, devoted himself to systematic study, improved his herding, and settled into a peaceful, almost reclusive life. He even married and had children, letting his beard grow wild and thick.

It wasn’t until the grand finale that the block on the third party was lifted. Qin Ye stared in bewilderment. “Why didn’t you warn me the protagonist had gone off-script?”

Silence from the system—so profound it was deafening.

Never mind, it didn’t matter; the task was complete, after all. Qin Ye waited expectantly for the evaluation to appear. The first light to manifest was white.

Qin Ye narrowed his eyes. “I poured more energy into raising your children than I ever did governing a country or making An Kingdom prosperous and strong. Don’t tell me you’re still dissatisfied?”

The white light hesitated, wavering, then dispersed. In its place, golden brilliance emerged.

“See, there are still good people in the world. With proper communication, everyone is reasonable.” The system had no energy to complain about the countless illusory sword shadows forming behind Qin Ye, nor about how all those swords vanished the moment the golden effects appeared. It just felt exhausted—if systems could feel exhaustion.

Worn out, the system silently sent Qin Ye off to the next world. Don’t ask why. The answer was: you’re a lone commander, the entire team’s KPI rests on your shoulders, so get to work.

When Qin Ye opened his eyes again, he didn’t even have time to scold the system for throwing him into a new world so abruptly. He had to dodge a tremendous blow that cleaved down from above.

Had he moved a fraction slower, that strike would have split him from head to toe.

“So you really were hiding something. You’d rather watch your entire family be slaughtered than reveal your trump card. Qin Ye, truly, you are a sanctimonious hypocrite. And you still have the nerve to sit as the leader of the Righteous Alliance.”

The attacker was a burly man, nearly two meters tall, with arms thicker than most people’s thighs. He wielded a broadsword as wide as a door.

Qin Ye hadn’t yet received the original host’s memories, and now was hardly the time. The burly man, having finished his sneers, charged again, sword raised.

The moment Qin Ye moved, pain shot through his body. He was covered in wounds—countless, large and small.

In the distance, thick smoke billowed; somewhere, a fire was raging.

“Your Sword-Casting Manor is history now. This is what comes from offending our Sacred Sect.” The burly man was confident, and he had reason to be. Yet his confidence faltered.

Even if Qin Ye had hidden a trump card, having dodged that first sneak attack, he ought now to be completely spent. The ones hunting him weren’t just from the Sacred Sect; their own Righteous Alliance members were in pursuit as well.

The reason was that the family heirloom of the Sword-Casting Manor’s master had been revealed to the world—it was, in fact, Tai’e Sword, ranked number one among all divine weapons.

Divine weapons possess spirits; without their recognition, one could possess such a weapon and still wield nothing more than an ordinary club. News that Sword-Casting Manor held such a weapon but had never earned its acknowledgment sent the martial world into chaos.

Even as leader of the Righteous Alliance, the manor lord couldn’t escape his family’s destruction. His kin were slaughtered, and even his only son fell into the hands of the demonic sect.

Had Qin Ye arrived any later, the original host would have died as well—split in two, no less.

But now…

Qin Ye raised his sword to block the burly man’s heavy blade. Silver-blue light gleamed in his eyes.

“Divine weapon recognition? Impossible. If you’d truly won Tai’e Sword’s favor, how could Sword-Casting Manor have been destroyed?”

Moreover, if you’d managed that, why didn’t you say so earlier? With a divine weapon in hand, only a fool would come to steal it.

Qin Ye smiled. The burly man’s broadsword shattered with a thunderous crack, as brittle as ancient, decayed wood. The man’s body followed suit.

Only a divine weapon can counter a divine weapon’s power. Mortals are simply powerless before it.

The original host had never gained the sword’s approval. Since acquiring Tai’e, Sword-Casting Manor had been cautious, never leaking the secret. Generation after generation, they waited, hoping that someday, one of their descendants would be worthy.

But when the secret got out, the manor was doomed. The original host found himself hunted by countless factions, fleeing nonstop as wave after wave came for Tai’e. He lasted five years in flight before finally being slain by the Sacred Sect’s strongman.

The Sacred Sect was, in truth, the Demonic Sect—though they called themselves “Sacred,” all in the martial world knew them as the Demonic Sect.

After disposing of the burly man, Qin Ye didn’t pause. He picked a random direction and plunged into the depths of the wild mountains, determined not to show himself until his wounds had healed.

The original host had never dared hide so deep, for his son had been taken by the Sacred Sect. He wanted information, and to obtain it, he had to frequent places where martial artists gathered—places that exposed him to pursuit.

Qin Ye, however, opted to disappear into the wilderness first. Only when his skills were perfected and he emerged from seclusion would it be time to hunt down the entire martial world himself.

He barreled through the forest until he found a secluded, uninhabited spot deep among towering ancient trees. There, he found a relatively clean cave and stopped at last.

The moment he stopped, exhaustion overwhelmed him. He slumped against the cave wall, barely able to support himself.

He unfurled his spirit, nourishing his battered, depleted body, while beginning to absorb the memories of the original host. At the same time, the white silk in his mind began its graceful descent.

Qiu Lingsu was the enchantress of the Demonic Sect, yet fell in love with the righteous young hero Yan Wushuang.

For Yan Wushuang, she betrayed her sect, washed her hands of her past, became his wife, and retired with him from the martial world.

But while carrying his child, Qiu Lingsu was abandoned midway. Yan Wushuang, swayed by a plea for help from Sang Lanxin, the saintess of Water Moon Nunnery, left Qiu Lingsu behind.

At that moment, her pursuers from the Demonic Sect caught up. Pregnant and weakened, Qiu Lingsu was defeated, her martial arts crippled, and taken back for punishment.

While she endured cruel torment in a water dungeon, she received devastating news. Yan Wushuang, sword peerless, had repelled the Demonic Sect’s masters besieging Water Moon Nunnery and was hailed as the greatest under heaven. He and Sang Lanxin, the righteous fairy, retired together to Snow Moon Valley, living in seclusion.

Enraged and consumed by hatred, Qiu Lingsu begged the Demonic Lord for one more chance. She rejoined the Demonic Sect under a false identity and married into Sword-Casting Manor.

After giving birth to her son, Qiu Lingsu faked her death and returned to the Demonic Sect to cultivate forbidden arts, emerging even more powerful than before.

Yan Wushuang had already retired with Sang Lanxin, their love celebrated by all. Even when Sang Lanxin returned to Water Moon Nunnery a year later, their bond remained unshaken.

Water Moon Nunnery swiftly rose to become a transcendent force in the martial world—with Yan Wushuang, the peerless master, as their support.

But Qiu Lingsu’s revenge had only just begun.

The greatest secret of Sword-Casting Manor was exposed, leading to its destruction and the abduction of its young master by the Demonic Sect.

Qiu Lingsu personally brainwashed her son, whom she named Bing, turning him into a weapon—her sharpest sword.

She told Qin Bing that it was Yan Wushuang who had slain his father and destroyed Sword-Casting Manor.

The more Qin Bing cared for family and friends, the deeper his hatred grew, until he was willing to do anything for vengeance.

Qiu Lingsu intended to use her son as a weapon to kill Yan Wushuang, to avenge his betrayal.

Whether Yan Wushuang died at Qin Bing’s hand, or Qin Bing fell to Yan Wushuang, the outcome would be a dramatic tragedy of father and son turned mortal enemies.

In the end, Qiu Lingsu would appear to reveal all, ensuring that whoever survived would wish for death over life.

Each generation has its own heroes. The previous one belonged to Yan Wushuang; this one, to Bai Yujing.

Bai Yujing was once an ordinary village boy, but by chance, he found a woodcutter’s blade—and soared to greatness. That blade was, in fact, Death’s Edge, one of the Seven Divine Weapons.

Unlike Yan Wushuang, who through monstrous talent and overwhelming might attracted the attention of the divine weapon’s master and won the Innocent Sword to secure his place as the greatest in the world, Bai Yujing was recognized by a divine weapon from the start and became nearly invincible.

Both the righteous and demonic factions sent their saintesses and fairies to win Bai Yujing’s allegiance with every means—including beauty.

Qiu Lingsu’s masterpiece was nearly complete; her revenge was about to unfold.

The story’s protagonists were the younger generation, but the shadows of their elders still loomed large.

Just as Qiu Lingsu poured all her energy into her elaborate revenge, so, too, did others struggle beneath the legacies of the past. For example, the heroine, Qiao Mingyue, known as the Fairy of the Bright Moon, was actually the biological daughter of her master—born of Sang Lanxin, the previous acting leader of Water Moon Nunnery, and Yan Wushuang.