No Face Given, Imperial Genius Crushed

"Greetings, Your Highness the Eighth Prince!" Everyone in the Imperial Clan Court immediately bowed to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng did not even acknowledge them. With a scantily clad beauty in his arms, he walked over to Qin Luo.

"Ninth Brother, you have suffered outside all these years. Do not worry. Now that you have returned, your brother will certainly compensate you well!"

"Come, come, come! Let us go to Moonwatch Tower. I will host a welcome feast for my brother!"

"Oh, right, Qin Hu, come along too!"

He spoke to the burly, broad-shouldered young man standing to one side.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Qin Hu glanced at Qin Luo before agreeing.

Qin Luo's senses were exceptionally sharp, and he caught a trace of hostility in Qin Hu's eyes.

Is this a feast at Hongmen Gate? Qin Luo sneered inwardly.

"Are you my brother?" Who could not put on an act? Qin Luo looked up at Qin Feng, tears instantly welling in his eyes.

"I have finally met my family!"

"Eighth Brother!"

"Ninth Brother!"

Both of them felt sick.

From each other's eyes, they seemed to see nothing but mutual disgust.

As creatures of the same kind, they possessed an innate hostility toward each other.

"Eighth Brother, someone bullied your little brother. You have to stand up for me!"

"Who dares bully Qin Feng's brother? I will kill him!"

"Lin Xuan, a Hundred Household Officer of the Demon Suppression Bureau. He stole my woman! Eighth Brother, help me kill him!" Qin Luo said through gritted teeth.

"A true man need not worry over lacking a wife. It is only one woman—I will send you several more!"

"Come, come, come. Let us drink and forget these unpleasant matters!"

Sure enough, it was all hollow affection and false sincerity.

Moonwatch Tower was an exceptionally tall restaurant within the Great Qin Dynasty.

With two princes, Qin Luo and Qin Feng, dining here, the entire establishment was naturally reserved for them.

Qin Feng generously pointed at the women behind him. "Whichever one you like, Brother will give her to you!"

Qin Luo raised his wine cup and heard Xi Huang's voice by his ear.

"There is something added to this wine."

"What is it?" Qin Luo asked. "Could he dare poison me?"

Xi Huang sneered. "What would he not dare? For the supreme throne, acts of regicide have emerged one after another. Brothers turning against each other is hardly unusual, is it?"

"Still, whatever is in the wine should not be fatal. It may simply be some aphrodisiac or the like."

Qin Luo froze. An aphrodisiac?

"Will this poison be troublesome for me?" Qin Luo asked.

"With me here, nothing will go wrong," Xi Huang said confidently.

Only then did Qin Luo truly understand why those cheat-system old grandpas were so useful. With an elder at home, one possessed a treasure!

No wonder Ye Chen's Fortune Points were somewhat higher than Lin Xuan's.

"Is that so?" The corners of Qin Luo's mouth curled up slightly. "Since Eighth Brother is so generous, then I shall not stand on ceremony."

"Only children make multiple-choice decisions. I want them all!"

When Qin Luo spoke, Qin Feng was briefly stunned. Then he looked at Qin Luo and smiled. "Fine! Since my brother wants them all, then I can only part with what I love!"

"However, Brother has given you such a grand gift. It is not excessive for you to grant me one small request, is it?"

After Qin Feng spoke, he waved his hand, and one of his subordinates brought over an agreement.

"Qin Hu, you have seen it as well. He is a descendant of our Imperial Clan. By seniority, you should address him as Uncle."

"Qin Hu, call him Ninth Uncle!" Qin Feng said to Qin Hu.

Qin Hu immediately stood up and spoke expressionlessly. "Ninth Uncle."

"You see, as an uncle, you cannot steal your nephew's things, can you?"

Only now did Qin Feng reveal his true purpose.

It was for Qin Luo's Bloodline Baptism slot. The agreement stated that Qin Luo would voluntarily give up entering the Imperial Clan Secret Realm for Bloodline Baptism and yield the slot to Qin Hu.

After taking it, Qin Luo's lips curled slightly. He looked over the agreement's contents, then slowly shook his head.

"I cannot sign this agreement."

"Oh? Is that so?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. "Brother, are you refusing to give your elder brother face and insisting on taking something from a junior?"

"If word gets out, what will others think of us princes? As princes of the Great Qin Dynasty, we must lead by example!"

As he spoke, a powerful aura rose from his body. He had already reached the Peak Spirit Transformation Realm, and his pressure bore down on Qin Luo.

"Brother, think it over carefully. Think it over before you speak!"

Boom! Qin Luo casually summoned the Taixu Bell, which descended above his head. Once the Saint Artifact appeared, all the pressure was blocked.

Qin Feng's expression darkened. He had not expected this wild child from who knew where to refuse him even a shred of face.

"Eighth Brother, it is not that I refuse to give you face," Qin Luo said.

"It is precisely because I am the elder that I cannot sign this."

"Respecting elders is a junior's duty! If others learned that Qin Hu, as a junior, wanted to snatch food from an elder's mouth, what would they think of Qin Hu?"

"Besides..." Qin Luo's disdainful gaze settled on Qin Hu.

"What use is there in nurturing the descendant of a piece of trash?"

The words "piece of trash" stabbed viciously into Qin Hu's heart, filling him with rage.

"You are spouting bullshit!" Boom!

The aura of the Divine Ability Realm rose from his body. Qin Hu glared furiously at Qin Luo. "Even if you are a prince, today I, Qin Hu, will challenge you and let you know that beyond men are greater men, beyond heavens are greater heavens!"

That slot had originally been his. Qin Luo had appeared out of nowhere and stolen it, which had already enraged him.

Now Qin Luo openly called him trash. A scholar may be killed, but not humiliated!

"Trash is trash. A single remark makes you angry. Tsk, tsk..." Qin Luo shook his head.

"Being trash is not frightening. What is frightening is trash that does not know it is trash, yet still dreams of provoking the strong. Eighth Brother, are you still willing to support such a junior?" Qin Luo looked at Qin Feng, an exaggerated expression of surprise appearing on his face.

It had to be said that Qin Luo made Qin Feng see him in a new light.

He had expected Qin Luo to refuse, but he had not expected Qin Luo to be so arrogant, so utterly contemptuous of everyone.

"Hehe, is that so? Qin Hu is a renowned genius in our clan. Ninth Brother calls Qin Hu trash, then what about everyone else?"

He had dug a pit for Qin Luo.

Qin Luo sneered inwardly. "Everyone else is naturally not even worthy of being called trash!"

His single sentence stepped straight into Qin Feng's pit, yet why did Qin Feng feel no excitement?

Why was that?

He looked at Qin Luo's expression. Was it arrogance? Disdain? Or...

Indifference! That was right. Qin Luo wore an utterly unconcerned expression.

Would speaking well of those Imperial Clan members make them help him?

What a joke, an enormous joke. As a villain, he needed to subdue people through strength! Morality was unnecessary!

Boom! A powerful aura surged from Qin Luo's body. As he offered up his sword, his cultivation at the Ninth Layer of the Divine Ability Realm was slightly stronger than Qin Hu's.

"Arrogant and conceited!" Qin Hu roared, gripping his saber. "Slash for me!"

Boom! A powerful saber aura emerged from his body. His saber intent had reached major accomplishment! His saber technique had reached major accomplishment!

This was Qin Hu's confidence!

But before Qin Luo, it was not worth mentioning—he was completely crushed!

Bang! The two collided, and Qin Hu's expression instantly changed. He was utterly unable to withstand a single blow.

"Hm?" Qin Feng was truly somewhat shocked. He had not expected Qin Luo's swordsmanship to be so terrifying.

Is this the physique of Bloodline Reversion?

Sharp Sword Qi tore several savage, horrifying wounds across Qin Hu's body. With a single strike, Qin Luo sent Qin Hu flying down from the tower.

Just as Qin Feng was about to act, a sharp aura locked onto him. In the instant he froze, the battle ended.

Bang! The moment Qin Hu hit the ground, Qin Luo leaped down from above and viciously stomped on Qin Hu's head.

A sword rested against Qin Hu's throat.

"That is all? You wanted to challenge me?"

"Trash. Just as expected of trash!"

Humiliation! The ultimate humiliation made Qin Hu spit out a mouthful of blood before forcibly passing out.

Qin Luo turned toward Qin Feng upstairs and said, "Eighth Brother, do not forget to send the things you promised me to my residence."

That stomp did not merely shatter Qin Hu's confidence—it also ground Qin Feng's dignity beneath his feet.

One battle outside the city, another within it—Qin Luo's name resounded far and wide!

He let everyone in the Imperial Capital know one thing: Qin Luo, the Ninth Prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, had arrived!

This was something the Great Qin Dynasty had never intended to officially announce.