"The mental cultivation method?"

Hearing the persistent questioning on the other end of the phone, Lin Yuhao frowned. After defeating Qing Haolin, he brought his mother over. His mother brought the Qing family's martial arts techniques and wealth, but the accompanying cultivation methods were only known to Qing Haolin and Qing Yun, and now that both of them were dead, they naturally couldn't be found.

"What good cultivation techniques could a second-rate family possibly have?" he scoffed.

"If your mother knew that Qingyun's death was your doing..."

"No, not at all." Lin Yuhao's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes slowly turned cold. That woman probably already knew. But what did it matter? Besides his dead father, who else cared whether Qingyun lived or died?

Lin Yuhao looked at the desolate woods outside the villa and smiled faintly. He figured the body would likely be reduced to ashes. He hung up the phone and turned to walk into the living room.

The hall was bustling with noise, and all the renowned figures in the ancient martial arts world were celebrating for him, the genius of the ancient martial arts world.

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Nie Chenyuan looked at Qingyun with a helpless smile: "I know you can't accept the changes in your family. But Qing Haolin was indeed wrong back then, and his death had nothing to do with Yuhao. Back then, it was just a matter of stopping short of a fight on the stage."

"Besides, Yuhao won't make things difficult for you, his younger brother..."

"Bang!"

Qingyun kicked the coffee table in front of Nie Chenyuan. The perfume bottle that had shattered on the floor was pushed and made a creaking sound on the wooden floor.

"Can't you understand human language?"

Qingyun's eyes were red. He lowered his head and approached Nie Chenyuan, his breathing becoming noticeably heavier with anger: "He says that if my dad did something wrong, then it's my dad's fault? My mom was forced, and I, her 18-year-old son, didn't even know that? You outsiders, however, can see it clearly? My dad died in the hospital less than a week after his match with him, and it had nothing to do with him? He's a kind person and wouldn't make things difficult for me. Does that mean I injured myself?"

Why is it that everything the protagonist does and says is right, while this perennial villain gets blamed for something he did while in seclusion to cultivate?

Qingyun has no shame before Heaven or before men, and has never done anything immoral or unjust. Why should she have to endure the protagonist's repeated attacks?

Those protagonists can command a large following and have many supporters, while Qingyun, despite his arduous cultivation, remains bedridden like a dying man, hated by everyone like a rat in the street, and in the end, all his cultivation is used to benefit others.

He deserves it just because Heaven has designated him as a villain.

A ruthless glint flashed in Qingyun's eyes. Unfortunately, even if he was the protagonist chosen by the Heavenly Dao, he should be killed without hesitation. On the contrary, he, the villain whose body was not even suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, still lived for ten thousand years despite being cursed by the whole world!

He will never stop here, no matter what it takes to leave. He's not the protagonist now, and he never will be; but now that he is, he'll take it all back.

Qingyun straightened up, loosened her grip on Nie Chenyuan's collar, and picked up a tissue from the table to wipe it clean.

He chuckled lightly, his voice slow and deliberate, as if the grief and indignation he had just erupted were all an illusion.

“Nie Chenyuan, your meridians are blocked; you won’t live more than five years.”

“But I can cure him. As repayment for what I did before, would you like it?” He looked up and gazed deeply into Nie Chenyuan’s eyes.

Nie Chenyuan had felt a little strange because of Qingyun's outburst, but when he heard Qingyun's words, his expression slowly turned cold.

It was no secret that his meridians were blocked; over the years, many had used this as an excuse to plot against the Nie family. He never expected that Qingyun, whom he found so interesting, would also have this idea.

Nie Chenyuan exhaled a puff of smoke, concealing the faint disappointment in his eyes. He had thought that this child would have some more interesting reason to approach him.

"Who sent you?"

His voice was somewhat uninteresting as he looked down at the lit cigarette in his hand.

"It's just payment; I don't like owing people things. But it's up to you whether you want it or not."

Qingyun may seem nonchalant, but she is actually determined to succeed.

He wasn't sure what he needed to get to leave, but going against the protagonist was never a bad thing.

What to rob? Let's start by robbing the underlings.

The Nie family later became Lin Yuhao's greatest asset. Although Nie Chenyuan was practically useless in martial arts, the Nie family controlled the economic lifeline of the entire ancient martial arts world. In other words, without the Nie family, a group of aristocratic families in the ancient martial arts world would be left with nothing but their own martial arts manuals. Therefore, Lin Yuhao had to win over the Nie family no matter what.

In addition to these, what's even more important is the innate energy that had accumulated in Nie Chenyuan's meridians. Lin Yuhao absorbed this innate energy when he helped Nie Chenyuan clear his meridians, which allowed him to reach the highest realm of this world—the Innate Realm—in one fell swoop.

If the Nie family were gone, Qingyun was very curious about what path Lin Yuhao would take.

"You can leave now." Nie Chenyuan's voice was deep as he stubbed out his cigarette. "I'm in a good mood today and don't want to cause you any trouble."

Qingyun narrowed her eyes.

"Wait!" an old voice rang out from outside the lounge.

He knew perfectly well why his grandson had driven everyone away. He had searched far and wide for renowned doctors to help Nie Chenyuan with his meridians, but none could find a solution. He'd heard that only a martial artist at the peak of the Acquired Realm could carefully refine and hone his internal energy to open up his meridians.

In the ancient martial arts world, there are two major realms: the tenth level of the Acquired Realm, followed by the Innate Realm, with the Acquired Realm Perfection being the intermediate transitional stage.

However, no one with a naturally innate level has appeared in this world for one or two hundred years; only a few with perfected acquired levels remain. But these perfected acquired levels are all focused on breaking through to the naturally innate level, so how could they possibly be willing to waste their energy healing Nie Chenyuan?

Nie Songping's hair turned white with worry over his grandson's health, but he helplessly discovered that his Nie family simply did not have the resources to attract those who were detached from worldly affairs and achieved perfect enlightenment.

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