Chapter 17: Clan Extermination

Clear Water River gurgled, rolling up sparkling ripples.

After Qin Feng learned that the Lu Family intended to wipe out the Qin Family, he resolved to strike and annihilate the Lu Family—first, to kill a chicken to warn the monkeys as a deterrent; second, to prevent outsiders from probing the Qin Family's background, thereby buying himself time to cultivate.

He also told outsiders that the Qin Family's vengeful spirit was extremely strong.

If you cannot wipe out the Qin Family in one battle, then do not act.

Upon learning the Lu Family's situation tonight, he could no longer restrain himself.

He wanted to turn passivity into initiative.

Qin Feng had already arrived a moment later, lurking behind; he overheard the news by chance, realized the situation was urgent, and thus struck decisively.

He slew many guards, asked a question, then struck again.

Wild Rain Nine Swords.

Sword turned into violent rain.

Lu Kui, worthy of being the Lu Family head, turned and glared, eyes nearly bursting; seeing Qin Feng strike again, he twisted his body, leapt from his horse, palms flying, and unleashed six palm strikes in succession to block Qin Feng's attack.

But nothing could stop it.

In an instant he was pierced by the sword light.

"Qin Feng, how dare you ambush us! Who gave you the guts?" Lu Yi roared, drew his long sword to counterattack, but he could not withstand Qin Feng.

Amid the surging sword qi, Lu Yi's sword edge shattered; a cold sword flash pierced his throat.

"Yi'er!" Lu Kui cried out at the sight, and as he plummeted from high speed, his face twisted and his eyes reddened.

His inner true qi surged; he struck with a palm whose imprint spanned over a foot, rending the air with a howl.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, steadied his stance, and with his left palm shattered the incoming palm force—only to see Lu Kui, falling from above, turn his palm into a finger, spewing sharp energy that struck the center of Qin Feng's palm.

"Not bad for a veteran expert, able to change at will—something I cannot match!" Qin Feng startled, felt his palm tremble, but the sharp finger energy did not break his skin; he stubbornly blocked the strike.

He then grabbed the opponent's fingers.

His original plan had been to seize the wrist; despite the change, the outcome remained the same.

"My Breaking Wind Finger failed to pierce your palm—impossible!" Lu Kui shuddered in shock, his true qi surged as he forcibly twisted his body, yet he could not break free.

Immediately Qin Feng pierced his heart with a sword and tossed him aside.

"Seventh Rank, after all, falls short!" Qin Feng murmured, stepped before him, watched Lu Kui clutch his chest and struggle, and asked, "Tell me why you target my Qin Family, and I will spare a bloodline."

"If I die, you will die too—everyone of your Qin Family will die, all must die. You wretched spawn, I await you in the underworld, I await you…"

Lu Kui's expression twisted as he uttered a vicious curse; Qin Feng said no more and kicked, snapping his neck.

"Now I can be certain my father's death was no accident. Well then, if you seek to wipe out my Qin Family, I will wipe you all out in return." Qin Feng whispered.

He does not enjoy killing.

He loves peace.

In this world, all he desires is to cultivate, to wield power that can overturn rivers and seas, even to stride through the void, to roam the North Sea and linger in Dark Green Paulownia, becoming a carefree immortal.

Yet reality is harsh.

"Hinder my growth, then die!"

Qin Feng's heart grew colder.

He glanced at the corpses, felt no urge to loot them, for there was no need.

His form flickered as he headed for the Lu Manor; as he walked, a personal information panel appeared before him.

Name: Qin Feng

Genes: 10x (Advancement conditions: nine+ years rooster comb, sunflower, moonheart grass, flame yang stone)

Talents: Heaven-Man Unity, Super Divine Sense, Superior Recovery; Cultivation: Seventh Rank

Body Refinement: Seven Transformations

No significant change.

His cultivation had reached Seventh Rank Peak; breaking through would still take some days.

His Body Refinement advanced further into the Seven Transformations Realm, though it consumed vast amounts of tonics; if he wishes to keep growing quickly, it will be difficult in the short term.

At least another half month or more is required.

"Seven Transformations Body Refinement equals Seventh Rank Cultivation; with my tenfold genes, it's akin to tenfold Seven Transformations Body Refinement. Added to my cultivation, I should be able to match a Ninth Rank martial artist head‑on."

Qin Feng thought, then arrived at the Lu Manor gate, where four or five servants loitered, apparently waiting for their master to return.

"Where did this brat come from? This isn't your place—get lost!" Even though Qin Feng wielded a weapon, they showed no fear, waving their arms contemptuously.

Clang—

Qin Feng said nothing, the Flowing Cloud Sword appeared; he shook it in the air, producing five blossoms of sword light, then charged into the gate.

The five men clutched their throats, making ho-ho sounds, then collapsed. He paused briefly, tore a strip of cloth from his body, and covered his face with it.

Inside the manor.

Qin Feng pushed his sense to the maximum.

He sensed the aura of one Eighth Rank Martial Artist, three Seventh Rank beings, and several Sixth Rank experts.

"If the Bai Family arrives too, this would indeed be a formidable force!" Qin Feng thought, then marched straight toward the location of the Eighth Rank Martial Artist.

Kill the strongest first, then eliminate the rest.

This is a bedroom; two people are entwined on the bed.

Rain beats the banana plant, the sudden shower has just ceased.

"That Lu Kui kid really knows how to enjoy himself—so bold, even this lovely concubine is willing to be sent to me." The scar‑faced, rough‑looking man embraced the voluptuous body, a hint of jealousy in his voice: "I toil in the mountains, gathering vulgar women; city folk know how to enjoy life. When I leave, you will follow me."

"Sir, I already have a child; when the child grows, may I still follow you?" Xiao Mei Niang twisted her body, her voice sweet and soft: "There are two other lovely ladies in the manor who are even more delicate than I, and they are twins."

"Really? Lu Kui hasn't enjoyed them?" The scar‑faced man's eyes lit up, his breathing grew heavier.

"She is the master's daughter, sixteen, in the prime of youth, skin white and beautiful, tender as water. With her, my relationship with the master will surely grow closer."

Hehe, you little hoof, you're vicious enough, poisonous enough, but I like it!

Grandpa, this is for your own good! Others can't handle one, but two are just right.

The scarred man couldn't restrain himself any longer, yet he sensed someone approaching outside at great speed, and he couldn't help but shout: 'Who!'

The next moment, his pupils constricted, he seized the little beauty in his arms and threw her out.

Pfft…

The window broke, sword light flashed, cleaving the figure in two, blood rain showered down; the scarred man had already risen into the air, passing through the blood rain, and he launched a punch at the newcomer's chest.

He seized the moment with great expertise.

"No wonder he's the chief of Connecting Cloud Stronghold—his reaction is fast!" The newcomer was Qin Feng; he glanced at the opponent and recognized him at once.

Because his portrait hung in the mansion.

"Although you're fast, I can anticipate the enemy's moves."

Seeing the opponent's fist, there was no time to change his sword technique, yet he didn't mind; his left fist lashed out suddenly.

His muscles quivered, his blood surged.

Even his true qi shrouded his fist.

True qi bolstered, the strength of his physical body.

This punch burst forth with terrifying power, shattering the scarred man's fist outright, then his arm exploded, he was flung backward, blasting a hole in the wall before falling outside.

"Die!"

Qin Feng plunged headfirst into the hole, also shutting his eyes.

In his perception, the opponent was 'clearly visible'.

The scarred man's face paled, he ignored his blasted right arm, endured the pain of nearly fainting, held his breath, faced a life-and-death juncture, and his inner true qi suddenly erupted.

"Breaking Army Kill!"

His left arm suddenly bulked up, he unleashed a punch that sent forth a howling gang wind, containing a brutal, killing qi; the murderous qi wailed, shaking the mind, imparting an irresistible, brutal aura.

But Qin Feng's mind was like a rock; how could it be shaken?

Flowing Cloud turned lightly, the sword tip slit the opponent's wrist, also relieving the fist force. Stepping forward, the sword traced an arc and pierced the opponent's throat.

Eighth Rank Martial Dao, chief of Connecting Cloud Stronghold, dead.

Qin Feng slightly eased his breath, then saw the mansion's guards swarming in.

"Then let the slaughter begin!"

With a shift of his foot, he killed his way into the crowd.

"Big brother!" came several mournful cries from behind.

That was a seventh-rank with three sixth-rank experts.

They all bore a fierce, howling qi.

"Who are you? Why have you barged into our Lu Manor?"

Then two more seventh-rank experts came over, shouting angrily.

Qin Feng said nothing; only his sword light was dyed blood.

(End of chapter)