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Chapter 69 Don't insult them! You don't deserve it!
"Where...where am I?"
Wang Quanba's throat bobbed, his voice dry.
He instinctively raised his hand, but all his fingertips touched was a thick darkness; he couldn't even see his own palm.
So...so uncomfortable...
My limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and every movement was incredibly heavy.
The last frame of my memory is of him cleaving through an oncoming hurricane with his sword.
Suddenly, a blinding light burst forth, and Wang Quanbaye subconsciously squinted. When he opened his eyes again, the familiar sandalwood bookshelves were already lined up in front of him.
This is... the study of the Wang family, the place where he has lived since he was a child.
"Rebellious son! Kneel down!"
The cold rebuke suddenly pierced my eardrums.
Wang Quanba froze, slowly turned around, and saw the man sitting behind the desk.
Those eyes, which always held an air of authority, were now filled with disappointment and anger.
"Father...Father?"
"I'll make you kneel down!"
His father's voice suddenly rose, and he slammed his hand heavily on the desk. The crisp sound echoed in the study, making Wang Quanba's heart tighten.
"Why? Father... what did I do wrong?"
"You loser!"
The father suddenly stood up, the hem of his brocade robe sweeping against the stool leg with a jarring sound.
"My Wangquan family has been the strongest family in the One Qi Dao Alliance for so many years, and the head of the family has always been the leader of the Dao Alliance, holding power over the Daoist sects of the world!"
"But when it comes to you, you want me to go to the Mu family and curry favor with Mu Qinghan. Do you know how many people are talking behind my Wangquan family's back?"
His father's finger pointed straight at his nose, the fingertip trembling slightly with anger.
"It's because you're a piece of trash! If you had even a fraction of my former vigor, if you could master the King's Sword Intent to its fullest extent, would I need to be at the mercy of others?"
"No, Father, that's not how it is,"
Wang Quanba Ye urgently defended himself, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Didn't you say... the true essence of sword intent lies in protection? I protected my family, I protected the people, I..."
"Didn't I say?"
His father sneered, interrupting him, his eyes almost overflowing with disappointment.
"That's because you're so useless that I had no other choice! Look at you, you can't even protect your own woman and have to rely on outsiders for help. What else are you but a piece of trash?"
"Even Mu Qinghan probably looks down on you and finds you disgusting!"
Wang Quanba opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Actually... Huaizhu had also tearfully confided in him about her father's serious illness.
He desperately wanted to help the woman he loved and was determined to heal the patriarch of the Eastern family no matter what, but...
But he couldn't see anything.
He could even sense that the old patriarch of the Eastern family was breathing steadily and his body was normal, but the old patriarch of the Eastern family was right in front of him, looking like he was about to die.
That feeling of helplessness was brutally exposed by his father's words, like a bloody scar that hurt so much he could barely breathe.
He staggered back a step, his back hitting the cold bookshelf, causing several ancient books to fall down and land at his feet.
"No...no...I..."
Wang Quanba's voice was stuck in his throat.
He looked at Wang Quan Shouzhuo, who was closing in on him step by step. His father's usually gentle eyebrows were now twisted into a ferocious knot, and his fingertips were almost poking his nose.
"What do you mean, 'you'? You..."
Wang Quan Shouzhuo's rebuke suddenly stopped.
A strange "hoarse" sound rolled from his throat, his face instantly turned bluish-purple, and his hand pointing at Wang Quanba trembled slightly.
Wang Quanba suddenly looked up and saw the furnishings of the study receding like a tide.
The carved wooden windows, bookshelves, and writing implements on the desk all turned into hazy spots of light, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The world was left with only an endless blank space, so white it was dazzling, so white it was suffocating.
"Hahaha—Great, great!"
A burst of hearty laughter suddenly erupted.
Wang Quanba turned his head stiffly and saw Wang Quanshou standing not far away. He slowly walked over and gently placed his hands on Wang Quanba's head, the warmth of his palms coming through his hair.
In those eyes, which were always brimming with expectation, there was not a trace of reproach, only an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
"This is my son, Ba Ye, I am proud of you!"
"Don't worry, brother, I've got everything covered."
A soft voice came from behind.
Wang Quanba turned around and saw Mu Qinghan standing there, her usually aloof eyes now tinged with a faint smile.
His fingertips gently patted his shoulder, the force light, yet like a stabilizing force, firmly piercing his flustered heart.
But before this warmth could warm my heart, the surrounding emptiness suddenly became distorted.
The light spots converged again, and the outline of the carved wooden window quickly emerged, while the brush and ink on the table were put back in place.
He returned to that oppressive study.
Wang Quan Shouzhou remained pointing at him, his expression even more ferocious than before. "You piece of trash, why don't you just die?!"
"Useless trash, are you mute? Speak!"
"Ah? What did you say?"
"You bastard! I told you to shut up!"
A surge of rage burst forth from his chest, and Wang Quanba Ye abruptly rose to his feet, his magical power surging dramatically, golden light gathering in his palms.
The next moment, the King's Sword appeared out of thin air, its blade gleaming with a chilling light under the sun.
“Don’t insult my dearest friends and family,” he said, his hand gripping the sword hilt trembling slightly, his eyes bloodshot. “How could they…say such things!”
The moment the words left his mouth, the King's Sword was swung out.
A flash of cold light, and the body of "Wang Quan Shou Zhuo" was severed by a sword. The two halves of the body froze in the air for a moment before turning into tiny specks of light.
The man's face still held a look of shock, but as the light faded, he vanished without a trace.
The surrounding scenery changed again, and in the instant the gaze focused, Wang Quanjian was seen deeply piercing a young man's shoulder.
Blood slowly slid down the sword, staining the boy's clothes red.
He first opened his mouth slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised.
But when his gaze met Wang Quanba's suddenly constricted pupils, a smile slowly crept onto his lips.
Finally... I'm awake...
Not far behind Mu Qinghan, Wang Quanzui sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed.
A faint halo surrounded her, and gentle magical power flowed from her palms like fine silver threads, wrapping around the blank-faced, vacant-eyed crowd.
As his magical power circulated, Wang Quanzui's face gradually turned pale, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his originally steady breathing began to become slightly disordered.
Suddenly, she shuddered, her tightly closed eyes snapped open, a flash of pain crossing them. Then, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted from the corner of her mouth, splashing onto the ground in front of her.
"Cough...cough cough..."
She slumped weakly, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. The aura that had surrounded her dimmed instantly, leaving only a few faint rays of light flickering at her fingertips.
Meanwhile, the group that was charging towards Mu Qinghan again suddenly stopped.
Their blank stares gradually regained focus, and the surrounding scenery was reflected again in their empty pupils. Their faces were first filled with confusion, which was then replaced by astonishment and guilt.
"I...what's wrong with me?"
"I think...I think I was controlled by something just now?"
"No! I...I hurt Qinghan...How could I do such a thing!"
"Qinghan, I'm sorry, I..."
Amidst the chaotic sounds, the Black Fox Queen's expression changed drastically in the distance, filled with shock.
All her attention had been focused on manipulating the crowd to kill Mu Qinghan, and she had completely forgotten about the seemingly inconspicuous little girl who had been sitting quietly in the corner.
Mu Qinghan simply looked up at Wang Quanzui, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
He nodded slightly, then moved swiftly and instantly appeared in front of Yang Yitan.
At this moment, Yang Yitan's eyes were still unfocused, and the third eye between his brows was shrouded in a cloud of black mist.
Before the Black Fox Queen could react, Mu Qinghan raised his palm, gathering dense magical power in it, and struck Yang Yitan's forehead.
With a soft "hum", magical power surged into the Heavenly Eye, like molten lava hitting ice. The black mist surrounding the Heavenly Eye churned violently, emitting a piercing hiss.
The Black Fox Queen felt a sharp pain in her sea of consciousness, and the power she was controlling instantly collapsed. She was forced to withdraw from Yang Yitan's body and fell to the ground as a black phantom.
At this moment, her eyes, which were fixed on Mu Qinghan, were finally filled with deep fear.
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The Black Fox Lady staggered back two steps, her voice trembling.
"Why...why are you so strong?"
Mu Qinghan pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground. He didn't say a word, but his cold, icy gaze alone sent chills down the Black Fox Lady's spine.
She suddenly screamed, her voice filled with hysterical despair.