I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 649: Chapter 493: The Prince (Part 4)

Tang Xichen raised his hand and waved:

"I have my own plan for this matter. You have traveled a long way and are tired, so go back to your rooms and rest first. Leave the rest to us."

Qin Ping’an was slightly taken aback and said hesitantly:

"Mother, this Red Blood Sect..."

Before he could finish, Li Baifeng gently tugged at his sleeve and gave him a meaningful look.

Once the two of them turned back to their room, Li Baifeng softly said:

"You fool, Uncle Qin and Aunt Tang are both well-experienced in the Jianghu and have seen and experienced much more than we have."

"Since they say they have a plan, they must be confident in it. We just need to wait patiently."

Qin Ping’an paused briefly and then nodded in realization:

"Indeed, father and mother have always acted prudently. They surely won’t let the Red Blood Sect cause any more trouble."

...

At the same time, in a mountain forest, the main altar of the Red Blood Sect lay concealed within an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

The area around the ancient temple was shrouded in a thick, bloody aura and malevolent energy, with cult members bustling back and forth, looking fierce and menacing.

Suddenly, sounds of something slicing through the air echoed from the sky.

The clouds churned, and a vast pressure like Mount Tai descended, causing the entire Black Wind Mountain to shake violently.

"What’s going on?!"

The leader of the Red Blood Sect burst out of the main hall and looked up.

He saw dozens of figures in mid-air, clothed in magic robes adorned with purple and gold patterns, exuding formidable energy, with Zhou Yunsheng in the lead.

At that moment, he wore the celestial master’s robe of the Qin Tian Jian, with a Purple Gold Crown on his head, emanating an awe-inspiring aura.

Behind him were dozens of elite cultivators from the Qin Tian Jian, including several True Masters at the object-manipulating realm.

The leader of the Red Blood Sect turned pale in an instant, his face full of shock, muttering to himself:

"Qin Tian Jian? Celestial Master Realm experts? How could this be?"

"We’re just a small sect without even a single True Master, why would such a massive force from the Qin Tian Jian come here?"

Despair filled his heart, for Zhou Yunsheng alone could easily wipe out the entire Red Blood Sect.

Zhou Yunsheng’s voice boomed like thunder throughout the valley:

"The Red Blood Sect colludes with malevolent beings, slaughters innocents, and plunders cultivation techniques. You deserve death!"

The next moment, the entire Black Wind Mountain shook violently, with small-scale landslides and quakes occurring one after another.

The Red Blood Sect members, terrified out of their wits, scattered in panic, but couldn’t escape the encirclement of the Qin Tian Jian cultivators.

Screams and explosions intertwined. In less than the time it takes for incense to burn, the main altar of the Red Blood Sect was completely destroyed, the members dead or injured.

The leader of the Red Blood Sect was also suppressed by a single palm strike from Zhou Yunsheng, unable to move.

...

Half a month later, within the Herb Hall.

Qin Ping’an and Li Baifeng spent each day peacefully recuperating, occasionally practicing swordsmanship, or listening to Li Baifeng explain basic cultivation techniques, their days passing by uneventfully.

During this time, it was as if the Red Blood Sect had evaporated from the world, with no more pursuers appearing.

"It seems the storm has indeed passed."

Qin Ping’an leaned on a stone bench in the courtyard, reflecting:

"Father and mother truly are skilled in the Jianghu; they resolved the Red Blood Sect’s troubles without making any waves."

Li Baifeng approached with tea, nodding with a smile:

"Indeed, the means of Uncle Qin and Aunt Tang are truly admirable. It seems we no longer need to live in fear."

At that moment, Qin Yuan approached them and said:

"Ping’an, Bai Feng, come with me for a moment."

Qin Ping’an and Li Baifeng, filled with curiosity, exchanged glances and then stood up to follow him.

Qin Yuan led the pair out of the Herb Hall, turning into a secluded courtyard nearby.

Just as they reached the courtyard gate, the two of them froze in place — around the courtyard stood dozens of cultivators wearing the magic robes with purple and gold patterns.

Li Baifeng’s eyes suddenly sharpened, instinctively gripping the sword at her waist, her heart sinking:

"These are distinguished robes with golden qi patterns, the standard attire of the Qin Tian Jian! And the aura of these people, none of them are below the object-manipulating realm!"

She recalled Qin Ping’an’s previous remark about their family having considerable influence in the Southern Province.

"This is more than just substantial influence; even a prince might not be able to mobilize so many Qin Tian Jian cultivators! It’s almost boundless power!"

Qin Ping’an was also full of astonishment.

Over these days, he had learned a lot about cultivation from Li Baifeng and was no longer a complete novice.

He could clearly feel the overwhelming aura emanating from these Qin Tian Jian cultivators.

"What have father and mother been hiding from me? Our family is not just an ordinary Jianghu family nor merely a notable local clan!"

His heart was full of doubt and shock as he followed Qin Yuan into the courtyard.

By the stone table in the courtyard, stood a familiar figure, wearing the celestial master’s robe of the Qin Tian Jian.

Qin Ping’an could hardly believe it:

"Are you Uncle Zhou?"

Zhou Yunsheng nodded respectfully:

"This subordinate Zhou Yunsheng greets Your Highness!"

The word "Your Highness" thundered in Qin Ping’an’s ears like a clap of thunder.

He stared dumbfounded at Zhou Yunsheng. Since when did he become a prince?

Li Baifeng stood by, emotions surging within her, looking at Qin Ping’an with an expression full of disbelief.

Qin Yuan observed his son’s shocked appearance, a gentle smile spreading across his face:

"Ping’an, you’ve grown up. It’s time you learned some things."

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