Chapter 61: The Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Minor Villain—My Father Is the King (14)

Other fathers, even after exhausting themselves to do everything for their children, still choose to remain silent in the face of misunderstanding, as if they had no mouths at all, hiding everything deep within. Their father, on the other hand, once made them a piece of clothing when they were young and boasted about it for an entire year. It was only after Xiao Jiang and Qin Bing made their father a belt and a scented sachet together that he finally let the matter rest.

Now, it was the same. Qin Ye quietly accompanied and protected them, but of course, the person involved had to know about it; otherwise, wouldn’t it be like wearing splendid clothes in the dark, wasting all the finery?

The next day, Qin Bing opened his door and was greeted by a pair of gloves.

Qin Bing took the gloves. “What’s this?”

“These are divine weapons I found for you. You don’t like using weapons, right? Put these on, and your bare fists will be as strong as any divine weapon.”

Gauntlets were the best life-saving divine weapons. Standing there, no ordinary person could break through their defense.

Unfortunately, the Invincible Gauntlets were famous only in the beginning; afterward, there were no more stories of anyone who became their master.

Hearing this, Qin Bing immediately put on the gloves, then clenched his fists. “I feel power surging through me, and I can feel my father’s deep love. Xiao Jiang, Father searched for divine weapons just for me, but you don’t have one. Aren’t you jealous?”

Hmph!

Xiao Jiang toyed with the jade flute at his waist, disdaining him. “You think you’re the favorite? Dream on. Before I left home, Father gave me a divine weapon himself. If anything, you should be jealous of me.”

Previously, Qin Bing would never have behaved like this, showing off how much his father favored him, because he was Qin Ye’s biological son and Xiao Jiang was not. He was afraid Xiao Jiang would feel left out.

But now, since both of them were adopted, Qin Bing cared very much. My father definitely loves me the most!

Xiao Jiang: Sorry, Father loves me the most!

Far away, Qin Ye suddenly sneezed loudly.

A cold? That couldn’t be. Qin Ye’s cultivation was above that of Grandmasters; he could even sense that, if he wished, he could break through the shackles of this world and shatter the void at any moment.

He was so powerful that ordinary people would worship him as a god, and yet someone would say he might catch a cold and risk dying of a chill? What a joke.

Luckily, it was just one sneeze and nothing more.

He had arrived early at Huayue City, where Shuiyue Nunnery was located.

The trio would eventually end up here, because Qiu Lingsu could no longer suppress herself—she was about to make a big move.

If she didn’t want to lose her mind and forget all her deep-seated hatred, Qiu Lingsu had to start her revenge soon.

Where exactly was Yan Wushuang hiding? What was Xueyue Valley? After more than ten years, Qiu Lingsu still found nothing.

She couldn’t find Yan Wushuang, so she would force him out.

And the way to do that was to strike at Shuiyue Nunnery—using everyone there, including Sang Lanxin, as leverage to force Yan Wushuang to come out of seclusion.

This thought made Qiu Lingsu even more irritable. Sounds of chaos erupted from her grand hall, but the demonic sect members around her looked completely unfazed.

Oh, the Deputy Sect Leader is having another fit.

Just another day. Stay calm.

Until, with a thunderous crash, the grand hall collapsed into ruins.

The sect’s evil physician let out a strange cry, “Quick, bring the Clear Spirit Water!”

In the next moment, Qiu Lingsu’s figure flashed, killing a string of her own followers.

Only after having a bucket of Clear Spirit Water dumped over her did she barely regain her senses.

“Evil Doctor, have you finished the medicine I asked you to make?”

“Almost.”

“I can’t wait. I need it now. If you don’t have it, you can go die.”

As she flared up, the evil physician could barely breathe.

“It’s ready! Using our sect’s secret medicines combined with the Sacred Ice Lotus, it will help you maintain sanity. Even if you leave the headquarters, you won’t go mad.”

“Side effects?”

“It only lasts a month. After that, the effects rebound, and you’ll either die or go insane.”

Though honestly, the evil physician thought Qiu Lingsu had been insane for years.

“A month, is it?” Qiu Lingsu muttered, then with a wave of her sleeve, she said, “That’s enough. Start making it immediately. Also, light the Sacred Fire and summon the sect guardians and the Four Halls’ masters.”

Since the Sacred Lord went into seclusion, the Sacred Sect had kept a low profile for years.

It seemed that the world was beginning to forget the glory of the Sacred Sect. It was time to remind them of its might.

The evil physician lowered his head and obeyed, taking his disciples to begin preparing the medicines.

Meanwhile, the left and right guardians and the Four Halls’ masters, who had been run ragged by Qin Ye’s orders, had grown more harmonious with each other since coming under his command.

When they received the Sacred Fire order, they thought the Sacred Lord had emerged from seclusion, and hope flared in their eyes.

Without the Sacred Lord, they had little hope of escaping Qin Ye’s control.

But if the Sacred Lord returned, they could stand tall again.

They all found excuses to bring their elite followers and answered the call.

Then, they saw Qiu Lingsu dressed in black and were told she would show the world the Sacred Sect’s power once more.

The guardians and hall masters, who had come hopeful: What bad luck!

But since they were already there, they might as well listen to her.

And what they heard was hardly a surprise—another plan targeting Shuiyue Nunnery.

Still, they were somewhat tempted.

Under Qin Ye’s rule, they had lost all the privileges that came with being true villains.

No killing at will, no bullying men or women, and most of their disciples were now ordered to farm the land.

A humiliation beyond words!

They all fumed in silence.

Especially when Qin Ye established the Sword Pavilion. The old Sacred Sect veterans were no longer valued; those truly accepted into the Sword Pavilion had committed smaller offenses.

Not a single Sacred Sect veteran was qualified.

For example, Ren Jianchou had massacred his entire sect, who had been like family to him, just to steal secret techniques, and had raped and killed his own junior sister. When the truth came out, he was hunted by the righteous and joined the demonic sect out of desperation.

Gui Jianchou’s hobby was random poisoning; he killed just to test his new poisons, often dumping them into rivers or wells, the more casualties the better.

Each of the Four Halls’ masters had committed heinous acts befitting only the worst of villains—wanton slaughter, rape and pillage, or betrayal and treachery.

In short, they were all evil; none were innocent enough to pity if they died.

The truly innocent had all been sidelined and sent to farm the land.

Those who became mere outer members and saw Qin Ye’s true intentions understood that their end would not be pleasant.

So on the surface, they obeyed, but in reality, they constantly plotted how to break free.

Qin Ye knew they wanted to break his control, but he didn’t care in the slightest.

He’d even forgotten to give them the antidote several times, only to absentmindedly hand it over when they crawled to him in agony.

Sacred Sect veterans?

The hardships of the start-up days were over; the old guard was now useless.

If they died, so be it—they were just expendable.

If they knew what Qin Ye really thought, they’d be so furious they might die on the spot. You call this justice? So, in your eyes, the lives of demonic cultivators don’t matter?

At Qiu Lingsu’s command, the conspiracy against Shuiyue Nunnery spread across the land, weaving a web around its halls.

Meanwhile, Qiao Mingyue finally caught up with Qin Bing and his companions.

She couldn’t beat Qin Bing; a single punch from him could kill her.

She couldn’t defeat Xiao Jiang either; his lightness skill was unmatched, and his charm could make any opponent cough blood out of frustration, even without the magic flute.

Imagine being unable to hit your opponent, but they could hit you at will—the sheer exasperation!

So in the end, she could only pick on Bai Yujing.

But Bai Yujing had learned from Qin Bing and the others that her hatchet was actually a divine weapon. She had begun practicing martial arts and was slowly mastering its power.

With her “Death God Slash,” every stroke aimed to break limbs or kill.

Qiao Mingyue nearly lost an arm, and her veil was sliced off by the blade.

Luckily, the veil fell at the right moment; Bai Yujing was stunned by her beauty and froze, or else Qiao Mingyue would have become the One-Armed Nun.

Unable to win but refusing to leave, Qiao Mingyue dismissed her followers and stuck with the trio, determined to stop them at any cost if they turned to evil.

Meanwhile, the Sacred Sect’s Saintess, Qi Shushu, was also sent out to cause trouble for Qiao Mingyue.

All of Qiao Mingyue’s admirers were ensnared by Qi Shushu; before her, they were all devoted and passionate, but with a little coaxing, she lured them away.

Qi Shushu found it all terribly boring.

Bored, she caught up with the trio and joined them under the guise of a damsel in distress.

Unfortunately, Qiao Mingyue got nowhere with the three; the same went for Qi Shushu.

She pretended to be a poor girl selling herself to bury her father, nearly assaulted in public by a bully who even tore her clothes.

Bai Yujing couldn’t stand it and stepped in to help, giving her silver, and then Qi Shushu declared herself Bai Yujing’s maid.

Bai Yujing, embarrassed to order around such a lovely and pitiable girl, took it easy, but Qin Bing and Xiao Jiang were utterly unreserved.

All along the way, they acted as if their hands were broken, constantly making her fetch water or pour tea, even mocking her for being a useless maid.

Qi Shushu’s delicate charm, her pitiful air, her inadvertently revealed fair skin, and her seductive allure—it was as if she were casting coquettish glances at the blind.

She could see that Xiao Jiang was unapproachable, Bai Yujing easy to ensnare, and Qin Bing seemed the easiest to manipulate.

But most infuriating of all was Qin Bing, whom she’d judged to be the easiest mark.

As for Bai Yujing, supposedly easy prey—sorry, she acted as chastely as a maiden, crying and wailing whenever Qi Shushu got close, like Qi was some kind of flower thief.