Long Yu

Qin Feng was stunned by over a dozen consecutive slaps, his teeth flying out along with blood.

The two followers standing outside the small courtyard were also terrified. They never expected the usually timid and incompetent Qin Yu to fight back, let alone injure the second young master.

"D-daring!" One of the more alert followers was the first to snap out of it. His eyes widened as he feigned a forceful tone.

Qin Yu didn't even glance at the follower and kicked him fiercely in the abdomen.

Qin Feng, already drunk, couldn't withstand such a heavy blow. His body flew backward, crashing into the follower.

His alcohol, food, and blood sprayed from Qin Feng's mouth, splattering all over the follower's face. The follower, whether from fear or something else, happened to have his mouth open, and the filth went directly into his mouth. The follower felt like he had eaten shit, vomiting ten times worse than Qin Feng.

"Get lost! If there's a next time, I'll cripple your meridians!" Qin Yu said menacingly, his eyes filled with intense hostility.

The other follower, who had been stunned, finally came to his senses. He dragged Qin Feng away, shouting as he ran, "There's always a next time! The Cui family will never let you go! The Eldest Young Master is back, you're as good as dead..."

The follower who had been dry-heaving glared resentfully at Qin Yu, coughed a few times, and left with venom in his eyes.

Qin Yu didn't spare the three of them a glance. He looked at Xiao Tao and Xiao Hua, the hostility in his eyes slightly receding. He picked them up, one in each hand, and carried them into the room, placing them into the pill cauldron. Although Qin Yu had absorbed most of the medicinal power, the remaining amount was enough to heal their injuries and improve their physiques.

Afterward, Qin Yu set up a defensive formation in the room before closing the door and leaving.

The Cui family and the Eldest Young Master mentioned by the follower served as a reminder to Qin Yu, forcing him to prepare for a counterattack in advance.

The Cui family referred to Cui Hong, the Great General Zhenyuan of the Wu Kingdom. Legend had it that Qin Zhan's previous injury was sustained while blocking a fatal blow for Cui Hong. In return, Cui Hong married his youngest daughter, Cui Liu, to Qin Zhan. Cui Hong's contribution was instrumental in Qin Zhan building the Qin family into a wealthy empire within just over a decade. The Eldest Young Master, Qin Yong, was Cui Liu's eldest son and Qin Feng's biological brother, who was reportedly already a Centurion in the Wu Kingdom.

Having injured Qin Feng this time, the Cui family would surely not let it go. However, Qin Yu had always lived by the principle of not provoking trouble but never fearing it when it came his way. Qin Feng's repeated harassment had already angered Qin Yu greatly.

As Qin Yu left the Qin residence...

Qin Feng's drunkenness had completely worn off. Recalling Qin Yu's ferocity and ruthlessness, Qin Feng, though unwilling to admit it, had to accept the reality, a hint of fear creeping into his heart.

Could it be... Qin Yu was faking it all along? Could Qin Yu really be that guy surnamed Chen?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Ever since the incident at the Myriad Phenomena Pill Shop, Qin Feng had felt like he was living through an eternity, drowning his sorrows in alcohol daily. Those were connections he had painstakingly built over years, all ruined by that bastard surnamed Chen. Qin Feng wished he could flay that guy surnamed Chen alive and drink his blood, but he couldn't figure out the man's background, so he had to keep his hatred bottled up.

Today, Qin Feng was once again drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Under the stupor of alcohol, his thoughts became agitated. He suddenly felt a sense of familiarity from that guy surnamed Chen. After much thought, Qin Feng found that the build and back of that guy surnamed Chen bore a striking resemblance to the good-for-nothing Qin Yu.

Although he suspected it was impossible, in his drunken state, Qin Feng vented all his anger onto Qin Yu, leading to the scene that had just unfolded!

"No matter..." As Qin Feng resentfully prepared to speak, he found he couldn't even articulate his words properly. He licked his tongue, discovering that several of his teeth had been knocked out by Qin Yu's slaps.

Touching his burning face, Qin Feng's expression gradually contorted. He roared like a madman.

"Qin Yu"... "I'll make sure you disappear without a trace!" Qin Feng shrieked hysterically.

"Xiao Feng?"

Just then, a steady voice laced with killing intent rang out. The ferocious Qin Feng turned his head sharply. Upon seeing the imposing, burly young man standing at the doorway, clad in the Wu Kingdom's standard battle armor, tears streamed down Qin Feng's face. He collapsed to the ground, utterly devastated, and cried out, "Eldest Brother... I want you to avenge me..."

This armored youth had a rugged face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a powerful build. He was Qin Zhan's eldest son, Qin Yong, Qin Feng's own brother.

"Who did this?" Although Qin Yong didn't clearly hear what Qin Feng said, seeing his state, his thick eyebrows furrowed deeply, and a killing intent erupted from him.

"Eldest Young Master, you must seek justice for the second young master! It was that bastard Qin Yu! He knocked out the second young master's teeth..." the follower, whose mouth had been filled with Qin Feng's vomit, cried out heart-wrenchingly. He looked as if Qin Yu had murdered his parents.

"Qin Yu? That Qin Yu born to a mere maid?" Qin Yong's eyebrows blazed with intense killing intent. Regardless, Qin Feng was his own brother. How could he be bullied by the son of a lowly maid? He then said, "Let's go. Big Brother will get justice for you. I saw that beast leaving the Qin manor earlier!"

While Qin Yong and Qin Feng aggressively searched for Qin Yu, Qin Yu, disguised, was leisurely strolling through the marketplace of Tianwu Main City.

After leaving the Qin manor, Qin Yu had browsed through almost all the shops selling Spirit Artifacts, but most of them were low-grade items that didn't catch his eye.

Helpless, Qin Yu followed his memory to the largest marketplace.

With the grand event approaching, the marketplace was exceptionally lively, with shouts and calls echoing everywhere.

Many cultivators sat on the ground, displaying the items they wished to sell, while others had a wooden board in front of them listing what they sought.

The person I encountered earlier must have been Qin Yong, Qin Feng's biological brother. They're probably looking for me now. Qin Yong's cultivation is at the eighth level of the Martial Realm. It will be difficult to defeat him in a short period! Qin Yu mused inwardly as he examined the items displayed by the cultivators.

I could ask Zi Xun'er to help refine the Subtle Origin Pill, which could triple my strength in a short time. Even then, I could barely fight a cultivator at the sixth level of the Martial Realm. Even if I set up a killing formation, my chances wouldn't be more than fifty percent. Qin Yu muttered to himself.

Wait, what is this...

As Qin Yu walked and pondered, his gaze inadvertently swept over an item displayed by a cultivator, and his eyes suddenly widened.

It was a palm-sized wooden sword. The wooden sword looked exceptionally ordinary, but an insignia was carved on its hilt.

"Myriad Sword Sect insignia. This is... a Sword Talisman, unique to the Myriad Sword Sect?" Qin Yu stared at the palm-sized wooden sword, recalling information about it.

"Sword Talisman. This is a Sword Talisman refined by a powerful figure from the Myriad Sword Sect, containing three attacks from the refiner. Judging by the refining technique, it should have been crafted by a cultivator in the Gangqi Realm..." Qin Yu's mind conjured up details about the Myriad Sword Sect's Sword Talismans.

With this Sword Talisman, even if Qin Yong finds me, I won't be afraid. Thinking this, Qin Yu walked directly to the Sword Talisman. He glanced at the vendor and was about to speak when he heard a clear, crisp voice like pearls falling on a jade plate, "How much for this wooden sword?"

Qin Yu frowned slightly and turned his head, seeing a youthful and beautiful woman.

She was dressed in a light white palace gown, her elegance exuding an otherworldly aura. The wide skirt trailed behind her, exuding grace and nobility. Her ink-black hair was simply styled in a flying immortal bun, adorned with a few plump, lustrous pearls, making her raven hair appear even more radiant and lustrous. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with brilliance, and coupled with her exquisite features, the woman looked like an ethereal fairy.

Who else could this woman be but the Thirteenth Princess, Long Yu?

"This... ten Low-grade Spirit Stones." The seated cultivator, mesmerized by Long Yu's stunning beauty, stared blankly for a long time before swallowing hard. He had found this item by chance and was only trying his luck by displaying it today, never expecting someone to actually buy it.

"Here are ten Low-grade Spirit Stones." Long Yu directly handed ten taels of silver to the cultivator, then crouched down to pick up the wooden sword. After examining it, she handed it to Qin Yu and said, "Brother Chen, it's been a while. I hope you've been well. This is a small token of my appreciation, Xiao Yu."