Familiarity Maxed Out: Becoming the Mortal Sword Immortal

His clan uncle glanced at him, then said, "That's how it should be."

"What has the Glazed Palace done?"

"They pressured us to find the culprit. But if we can't find him now, then so be it."

Second Brother's mother was the Glazed Palace's only Eighth Realm expert.

Now that Fourth Brother was dead, it was only natural they would apply pressure.

As for the Qin Family, they couldn't simply let themselves be pushed around. After all, this was the Qin Family, not a place where anyone could order them about.

"Then what should I do?"

"Please have our clan uncle put Qin Mang under control, then root out their people one by one. We'll purge the Qin Family tonight," Qin Ding said decisively.

"Then I'll take care of it right away."

At this moment, only a few hours had passed since Fourth Brother's death.

Qin Mang was still immersed in an atmosphere of grief and fury.

The instant Fourth Brother's life token shattered, the Glazed Palace had already pressured the Qin Family. As for what would happen next, they could only investigate and see.

He watched the images preserved in the life token over and over.

He felt there were indeed many suspicious points, but that did nothing to dispel his suspicions about Eldest Brother.

Because there might truly be no one in the family who could meet these conditions: to kill Fourth Brother so quickly under such circumstances, to drive a cultivator to the brink of self-detonation. That would require an oppressive force so overwhelming it could not be resisted.

Otherwise, how could anyone be pushed to such an extreme?

Fourth Brother wasn't reckless, either. If there had still been even a sliver of hope, he certainly wouldn't have done it, because even if he could cultivate again,