Confession

Qin Manor, in Old Master Qin's room.

Qin Shaofeng had been standing before Old Master Qin for nearly a quarter of an hour, but Old Master Qin acted as though he hadn't seen him, keeping his head lowered as he savored the tea in his hands.

He looked utterly at ease!

At last, Qin Shaofeng couldn't hold back any longer.

"Grandpa, you called me here. What is it?"

Old Master Qin didn't answer. He didn't even look at Qin Shaofeng, continuing to keep his head lowered as he leisurely savored the tea in his hands.

Only after he'd finished the tea in his cup, just as Qin Shaofeng was about to lose patience, did he speak softly. "You little rascal, don't you have something to tell this old man?"

Just as expected!

Old Master Qin had gone straight to the point as soon as he spoke. Still, Qin Shaofeng had anticipated this.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Shaofeng finally said, "Grandpa, my dantian has recovered!"

What?

Old Master Qin hadn't expected Qin Shaofeng to say that. He nearly lost his balance and fell right to the floor.

"Really?"

It was quite a while before Old Master Qin finally asked.

This time, Qin Shaofeng didn't answer. Instead, he circulated the Yi Jin Jing, and a sudden aura rose from his body.

The Yi Jin Jing seemed to have the ability to conceal one's aura. Unless Qin Shaofeng deliberately revealed it, no one else—even a Xiantian Martial Master as powerful as Old Master Qin—could easily detect what was happening inside him.

It was the aura of Inner Qi!

Sensing the aura emanating from Qin Shaofeng, a glint flashed in Old Master Qin's eyes.

Whoosh!

He shot forward in an instant, appearing right in front of Qin Shaofeng, then reached out with his right hand toward Qin Shaofeng's abdomen.

So fast!

As expected of Grandpa, a Xiantian Martial Master!

I couldn't even see him move.

Old Master Qin's speed startled Qin Shaofeng. Still, Qin Shaofeng knew his grandfather wouldn't hurt him, so he didn't resist at all, letting Old Master Qin probe his dantian.

It really was Inner Qi!

Feeling the state of Qin Shaofeng's dantian, Old Master Qin was overcome with joy.

He had already given up hope for Qin Shaofeng. After all, even the number one physician in Lanjiang City had declared that Qin Shaofeng was a cripple.

But now, his grandson had given him such a wonderful surprise.

Old Master Qin couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Good! Good! Good! Heaven hasn't forsaken our Qin Family!"

But soon, Old Master Qin's brow furrowed again, because he noticed something else.

Although Inner Qi now existed in Qin Shaofeng's dantian, he could also tell that the dantian was still damaged and hadn't fully recovered.

The dantian hadn't fully recovered, yet it could already hold Inner Qi.

Even Old Master Qin had never heard of such a strange situation!

"Feng'er, your dantian..."

After hesitating for a moment, Old Master Qin finally asked.

Although he left his words unfinished, Qin Shaofeng understood what his grandfather meant.

"Yes, my dantian hasn't fully recovered yet. But judging by how things are going, it's only a matter of time before it heals completely." Qin Shaofeng nodded lightly.

"Then is this related to you killing those low-level beasts?"

Old Master Qin seemed to have figured something out.

"Yes, exactly!" Qin Shaofeng admitted without hesitation, then offered the explanation he had prepared in advance.

"Grandpa, actually, a long time ago, I happened to come across a cultivation technique. It can absorb something from the bodies of demonic beasts. How should I put it... I suppose you could call it life force. That's how my dantian recovered," Qin Shaofeng explained.

But as soon as he heard this explanation, Old Master Qin's expression changed drastically. He glared at Qin Shaofeng, his face darkening with anger. "You little fool! Are you cultivating an evil art?"

Old Master Qin was furious.

Absorbing the life force of demonic beasts—what else could that be but an evil art?

And what did an evil art mean?

It meant something everyone had a duty to destroy!

Whenever an evil art appeared, rivers of blood followed.

Old Master Qin stared hard at Qin Shaofeng, even entertaining the thought of putting righteousness above family.

He would rather Qin Shaofeng remain a cripple than let him cultivate some evil art.