Chapter 32

One sword, two swords, three swords—he forcibly cut the rain curtain, then overturned the nine heavens.

This is a brand-new sword technique.

It was improvised.

He consecutively comprehended three swords.

Qin Feng, however, raised his head, gazing at the torrential rain pouring down from the sky, yet felt a strange sensation, as if he had grasped the undulation of heaven and earth, the rhythm of the rain.

His heart and mind slightly rippled, activating his innate ability of unity between man and heaven; for a moment his body merged with heaven and earth, making the earlier feeling clearer.

Under the augmentation of superhuman perception, he inevitably gained some insight.

He raised a hand and grabbed; a drop of rain fell into his palm, rolling and flowing, then with a casual toss it merged into myriad raindrops. His body also gradually exuded a special aura, as if he himself were blending into the endless rain.

"Just now, in that instant, how did I feel that Master seemed to have turned into rain?" Xiao Hong blinked her eyes.

"I have that feeling too!" Xiao Qing nodded.

The two did not understand, merely watching their own master more closely.

After a long while, Qin Feng smiled.

"The artistic conception of rain, accomplished!"

"I never expected that, while comprehending this method, I would actually grasp such a power of Dao's rhythm."

"An eighth-grade comprehension of artistic conception is also rather rare, isn't it?"

Qin Feng, feeling at ease, pondered a bit and also named the three swords he had just comprehended.

"Just…" He glanced at the torrential rain, considered the sword's characteristics, and had an idea: "Sudden Rain Three Swords!"

By noon, the heavy rain gradually ceased.

When the three granduncles arrived, it was already a chilly, cool wind, with no rain.

Main hall.

After serving tea, Xiao Hong and Xiao Qing withdrew.

Fu Ye Ye stood to the side.

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat oppressive; no one spoke first, merely drinking tea in silence.

The three granduncles were calm and composed.

"Why don't you have confidence in me?" Qin Feng set down his teacup and asked.

The three granduncles' brows twitched wildly.

"Patriarch, what do you mean by that?" Second Granduncle asked, puzzled.

"There are no outsiders here, no need to conceal anything." Qin Feng said lightly, "I'm not an idiot. Still the same question: why don't you have confidence in me? If I died, what benefit would you gain, what would be your fate?"

The three fell silent again.

Qin Feng wasn't in a hurry either; he picked up the teapot, refilled his cup, lifted it and gave it a shake, his voice already turning colder: "You have only the time it takes to finish one cup of tea."

"What, you still want to kill us?" Second Granduncle couldn't help but grow angry.

Qin Feng gave him a bland glance: "One stroke can't write two 'Qin' characters; we all share the same ancestor, so I invited you today. Last time Ninth Uncle died, I didn't pursue it; recently, Xiang Ding challenged me to a life‑and‑death fight, and I summoned the city lord's manor and the garrison personnel—you didn't show up. And there are many other things, I'm too lazy to mention."

"I'll ask one last time: why don't you have confidence in me?" His tone grew colder.

Second Granduncle's mouth twitched, wanting to retort, but seeing Qin Feng's cold gaze, he said nothing.

Third Granduncle rose, clasped his fists, and sighed: "It's not that we lack confidence in you, but your actions are too extreme; they will bring our Qin family to an irreversible ruin."

Qin Feng looked at him, awaiting further explanation.

"After Wenshan's death, the family's strength greatly diminished; it's easy to stay still but hard to act, and we ought to treat clansmen kindly and boost our strength—but what about you?" Third Granduncle's voice rose a few degrees: "You forcibly siphon money from the shops, making every household resentful yet silent, driving the clansmen apart; you're young, lacking prestige, fundamentally unable to sit as patriarch or bear the Qin family's century‑old honor, yet you rely on your strength to overpower the elders, ignoring clan rules and disrespecting seniors; moreover, you actually annihilated the Lu family—how will outsiders view that? They'll only say you're ruthless, heartless, barbaric, making many forces in the city wary, even arrayed against our family; you say, under your leadership, how could our Qin family have any future?"

His voice resonated, as if he had mustered great courage. "Hah…" Qin Feng snorted, yet his eyes held no warmth: "Qin Yuanjiang, you really take me for an ignorant child! I siphon money from the shops to boost our strength, even if it means exhausting my potential. The first time, when enemies invaded forcefully, without me the Qin family would have been slaughtered. The second time, when a ninth‑rank martial artist attacked, had I not gambled my future and drained my potential, the Qin manor would already have fallen. As for the last destruction of the Lu family—needless to say you didn't know—at that time even the chief and second chiefs of Yunzhai came, along with many strongmen of the Bai family. Not destroying them would be waiting for them to destroy our Qin family."

"I am your third granduncle!" Qin Yuanjiang flared, his arms also trembling.

"If I give you face, I'll call you third granduncle; if I don't give you face, what are you?" Qin Feng's eyes flashed coldly.

"You, you, you—treasonous, overturning the natural order!" Qin Yuanjiang's face reddened, his neck thickened, steam practically rising from his head: "Unfilial wretch!"

The other two also rose abruptly.

Zhang Fu coldly regarded the three.

"Go ahead and curse again—try it!" Qin Feng's killing intent instantly boiled over.

Qin Yuanjiang's complexion changed; recalling Qin Feng's various deeds, it felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and he couldn't help but shudder.

The other two forcibly suppressed their anger.

"Since you've already grown estranged and disloyal, there's no need to stay together." Qin Feng's eyelids drooped, "Regardless, we still come from the same line; I give you a chance to voluntarily withdraw from the Qin family."

He lifted his eyelids, looking at the Third Granduncle about to speak, and said coldly: "Dare to say another word, and I'll cut you down."

Third Granduncle shuddered violently.

"I won't meddle in your businesses; what's mine is mine—you will transfer all the personnel you've planted to me, don't say I didn't give you a chance." Qin Feng added, "Fu Ye Ye, from now on you will consolidate the family's strength, expelling all members of their three branches, and also expelling anyone willing to leave. If there are troublemakers, whoever they are—kill them!"

The three couldn't help but shudder.

Their faces all turned pale.

Zhang Fu bowed slightly.

He knew it was time to cut the knot with a swift blade.

"Three days from now, at the ancestral rite, you'd better not attend—after this, you have no share anymore!"

"Remember, this is your final dignity!"

"Let's go!"

Having said that, Qin Feng waved his hand.

He truly had no interest left in continuing to scheme and deceive with these things.

Not helping would have been bad enough, yet they actually dragged their feet.

If it weren't for inheriting this bloodline karma and merging the memories of my previous life, he would really want to get rid of these three old things to avoid future trouble.

The three elders hesitated for a long time, trembling as they walked out.

Arriving at the front gate, they looked back and couldn't help but feel dazed.

"Have we made a mistake?" Fourth Elder whispered.

"Back then, Father showed favoritism, Mother carried her resentment to her grave, and only now do we have a chance." Second Elder narrowed his eyes, "This little wolf cub hid himself too deeply before; he actually has such scheming and depth."

"We were too hasty, went too far, and underestimated him." Third Elder sighed, "Let's go, we'll exile ourselves……"

He couldn't go on.

"Really go through with self-exile?" Second Elder's eyes blazed.

"If we don't exile ourselves, that wolf cub might really kill us." Third Elder said, "I saw his impatient, chilling killing intent, devoid of any familial feeling."

"Once we exile ourselves, it's all over." Fourth Elder frowned, "Rather than that, let's just say we're splitting the family—thoroughly split into two Qin Families. We'll also invite those old-timers over to explain the reasons; I don't believe that without the clan elders and such, he could sustain the Qin Family."

Second Elder and Third Elder were shaken.

(End of chapter)