Chapter 32

Qin Yi eyed Qin Rong up and down suspiciously, pursed his lips, and grumbled inwardly. No matter how he looked, he could not see any sign of being dazed. Big Brother really was getting more and more careless with his words...

"Alright, since it has already happened, there's no use thinking about anything else." Qin Rong lovingly reached out with a large hand and messed up Qin Yi's soft hair. Watching Qin Yi stare at him blankly like a startled, bristling kitten, the tenderness deep in his eyes slowly spread.

Seeing Qin Rong's increasingly gentle gaze, so tender it seemed ready to drip water, Qin Yi suddenly flushed bright red. Feeling awkward, he climbed out of bed and muttered, "I'm going to take a bath..."

The night passed without a word.

Early the next morning, Qin Yi got up early, dressed, and quietly left the room. Tang Manru was already making breakfast in the kitchen. Hearing Qin Yi come downstairs, she could not help but be surprised. She poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "Xiao Yi, why are you up so early today?"

"Ah! Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health!" Qin Yi scratched his head awkwardly, then scurried into the kitchen. Watching Tang Manru bustle about, he hesitated as though he wanted to say something.

"What is it? If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't just stand there blocking the way." Tang Manru gave Qin Yi a sidelong glance.

"Mom, what do you think about Grandma..." Qin Yi trailed off halfway through, because he did not know exactly what he wanted to ask.

"There will always be one or two things in this world that we cannot understand." Tang Manru placed the fried eggs onto a plate and said casually, "So when we truly encounter them, if we really can't understand them, then just leave them be!"

"Huh?" Qin Yi widened his increasingly round catlike eyes in shock. He could not believe his mother had so calmly accepted having a half-immortal mother-in-law.

"What's so strange about that?" Tang Manru picked a few strips of already-pickled cucumber and made do with them as a dish. As she carried the plate into the dining room, she said to Qin Yi, "Anyway, she only appears once in a while. She won't live with us, and she won't disrupt the rhythm of our current lives. So why should we trouble ourselves over it? Isn't it good to have a powerful family member who can back us up?"

Tang Manru set the plate on the table, then turned and pinched Qin Yi's pink ear. "Though this relative's strength is a little bizarre."

Qin Yi suddenly understood. At last, he knew where his brothers had inherited their abnormally thick nerves from. But his mother was right. Wan Zixuan was his biological grandmother, after all. There was no way she would do anything harmful to them. So why should he worry over nothing? Perhaps that grandmother of his was simply lonely and wanted to see her family.

Once he thought of it that way, his mood immediately brightened considerably. The smile on his face grew ever more brilliant. His usual silly air completely returned, making Qin Rong, who had been eavesdropping outside the kitchen, quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Even if a teenager was clever and quick-witted, his experience was still limited. The sudden appearance of that half-immortal grandmother had caught Qin Rong off guard and left him flustered for quite some time. He had feared she had suddenly appeared because she knew about the strange things surrounding the two of them. Yet after talking for half a day yesterday, the half-immortal grandmother had only reminisced bitterly and sweetly about old times. She had not said a single thing about them. That allowed half of Qin Rong's suspended heart to settle. And after hearing Tang Manru's words today, the other half slowly settled as well—

They were blood-related family. How could she possibly harm them?

The Qin family

Wan Zixuan, beautiful as a maiden, looked at the aged, decrepit Old Master Qin and could not help sighing softly. "In the blink of an eye, more than thirty years have passed."

"Yes! I already have one foot in the grave, while you are still the same as you were back then." Old Master Qin gazed longingly at Wan Zixuan's unchanged face, filled with emotion.

"It was a fortunate coincidence. Back then, if those kidnappers had not abducted me and intended to kill me to silence me, and if I had not met my master at death's door, I would never have stepped through the gates of cultivation." Seeing the equally nostalgic look on Old Master Qin's face, Wan Zixuan smiled knowingly. "It is only a pity that when my master allowed me to descend the mountain a year later, you were already with Zi Lin..."

"This is fate, I suppose!" Old Master Qin said with feeling. "How have you been all these years?"

"I've been the same as always. Every day, aside from cultivating, I cultivate. A few days ago, Master told us that the once-in-a-century inner sect selection had begun again. I fought hard to obtain the qualification to serve as a disciple-selection envoy this time. I was thinking of finding a few children with good aptitude in the Wan family and the Qin family... What do you think of Zhen Guo's two sons?" As Wan Zixuan spoke, she looked at Old Master Qin's peaceful, contented expression. After hesitating for a moment, she still said, "If you wish, I can plead with Master to arrange a position for you in the inner sect, so you can be with me."

"Ah!" Old Master Qin suddenly sighed. "Zixuan, I understand your feelings, but the gap between us is far too great now. Zi Lin and I have already lived together for so many years. I truly can't bear to—"

"I know!" Wan Zixuan suddenly interrupted Old Master Qin. "I know what you mean. Zi Lin is my younger sister too. Of course I would not do anything improper. It's just that once I leave, we may be separated by life and death forever. I truly can't bear to leave you all..."

Wan Zixuan's eyes gradually reddened. "I fought desperately and made contributions to the sect before I finally obtained a Qiankun Ring with ten pings of space. If you agree, your branch of the family and the Wan family's direct line can all be taken away..."

"I've lived for so many years already, and half my body is in the ground. To suddenly make me live in another environment, I'm afraid I wouldn't get used to it." Old Master Qin hesitated for a moment before sighing.

"I have already asked Master. After we reach the mountain gate, I'll ask Master to grant you a Marrow-Cleansing Pill. After ordinary people take one, their lifespan can be extended by two or three hundred years. You are the only relatives I have left. Can you really bear to be separated from me by life and death?" As Wan Zixuan spoke, she stood up somewhat agitatedly.

"Ah!" Old Master Qin patted the armrest beside him with difficulty. "The descendants of the Qin family can live this life without worrying about food or clothing under my protection here. If they really go with you, that place will be entirely unfamiliar to us. How do you expect them to live..."

Would they have to drag out a miserable existence, living at the mercy of others?

"I have already discussed that with the sect. After returning this time, I paid special attention and found that Qin Feng, Qin Yu, Xiao Rong, and Xiao Yi all have quite good talent and spiritual roots. If possible, I will persuade the sect to accept them." After pondering for a moment, Wan Zixuan spoke. Seeing the faintly moved expression on Old Master Qin's face, the heart she had kept weighed down finally saw a glimmer of light. "Junyu, the glory, riches, and honors of the mortal world are ultimately nothing but emptiness. Don't you hope your descendants can attain the Great Dao and escape the cycle of reincarnation?"

Old Master Qin lowered his head without speaking. He placed his left hand over his right and unconsciously rubbed the jade thumb ring on his thumb. After a long while, he finally said, "Those who treat others with excessive courtesy must be seeking something. Zixuan, you haven't returned in nearly thirty years. Yet this time, you suddenly came back and have done so much. What do you want?"

"Junyu, you—" Wan Zixuan looked at Old Master Qin speechlessly, surprise and relief both in her expression.

"We have known each other for decades. I, Qin Junyu, dare say that I understand you, Wan Zixuan, to some extent. You do indeed have feelings for me, but not enough to make you brave boiling water and tread on blazing fire to do so much. Everything you said today carries some sincerity, certainly, but also some self-interest, doesn't it? I simply do not know what there is about an ordinary mortal like me that is worth all your painstaking effort." Old Master Qin looked at Wan Zixuan, lovely as a flower, with calm understanding in his expression.

"..." Wan Zixuan lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly took a porcelain bottle from her robes. "There are four Marrow-Cleansing Pills inside. I have already explained their effects. What I want is very simple: The Qin family's ancestral treasure—The He Clan Jade."

"Oh?" Old Master Qin raised his eyes at Wan Zixuan without changing expression. "My Qin family is merely an ordinary merchant household. How could we possess such a treasure?"

"Though your Qin family has hidden it deeply, after all these years, some traces have inevitably leaked out. Your Qin family was originally descended from the Ying clan of the Qin Dynasty. After the Qin Dynasty fell, your direct descendants used a trick of substitution to smuggle out the real He Clan Jade, and it has been passed down ever since. Though those events happened long ago, those who truly set their minds to it can still uncover a thing or two." Wan Zixuan smiled somewhat smugly.

"No." This time, Old Master Qin was even more straightforward. He closed his eyes without even looking at Wan Zixuan, stretched himself back against the chair, and remained silent.

"Junyu..." Seeing Old Master Qin's shamelessly stubborn expression, Wan Zixuan smiled helplessly. For a moment, she suddenly recalled the days of their youth.

"Don't misunderstand. I only want to borrow it for a while. I'll return it to you afterward."

"I said there isn't one, so there isn't one." Old Master Qin waved his hand as though shooing away an insect, speaking crisply and decisively.

"Junyu!" Wan Zixuan sighed with a headache. Looking at Old Master Qin's stubborn appearance, she slowly persuaded him, "The Ying clan has been destroyed for so many years. Don't you want to revive the Ying clan? As far as I know, the sect elders discovered a teleportation array deep in the East Sea this time. After elders skilled in talisman arrays studied it, they said it could lead to a new plane. It is said that in the plane we are transferring to this time, there are ancestors of your Ying clan!"

At those words, Old Master Qin's expression shifted, but he still did not speak.

"The Nine Provinces Barrier is too powerful. If we cannot break through it, we cannot leave this plane. And the only divine artifact capable of contending with the Nine Provinces Barrier is the He Clan Jade, which once carried the imperial family's dragon aura. Besides, we are only borrowing it. Everyone knows that without Ying clan blood, it is impossible to truly wield the He Clan Jade." Seeing hope in Old Master Qin's expression, Wan Zixuan immediately continued her persuasion with renewed spirit. "Everyone knows that your Ying clan are the bearers of Heaven's mandate. Are you truly willing to pass down your line generation after generation in such mediocrity? Have you truly never thought of restoring the Ying clan's former glory?"

Qin Junyu looked silently at Wan Zixuan. After a long while, he slowly said, "I need to consider this matter carefully. Go back first. In three days, I will give you an answer."

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☆, Chapter 32 Extra (1)

Chapter 32

As someone whose profession was reincarnation and transmigration, Qin Yi's work attitude and efficiency were deeply unqualified. He had neither the protagonist's aura of a tyrant king that made all around him submit at a single release, nor the resentful gaze of a generator that made beauties throw themselves into his arms at first sight. After nearly half a year of transmigration, the only accomplishments he could show off were—cultivating his brother, shaping his brother, and strengthening his brother.

The key was that this was an inspirational book, not a raising-simulation game! So one day, after eating until he was stuffed, Qin Yi sat on the bed and looked at his slightly protruding belly before making a very important decision—he was going to rise up. (Don't think too much, okay? He really wanted to strive so hard he could smear shit on the walls! Anyone with a dirty mind, go face the wall.)

As a spoiled rich second-generation heir who had been reborn, Qin Yi still had quite a few advantages. At the very least, Qin Yi, who was well versed in the trends, food, drink, and entertainment of the coming decade or so, was not worried about what exactly he wanted to do. For a reborn rich second-generation heir with capital, ideas, and even access to technology through his parents, making money was not particularly difficult.