"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.

-

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 raised his eyes and looked 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.

Xiao Chengzhe had also figured out his father's temperament, knowing that his father couldn't stand men who couldn't control their lower bodies, so he kicked Xiao Chengnuo out of the Xiao family in one fell swoop.

"Aren't you going to ask me anything? You're just going to condemn me based on what outsiders say?" Qingyun looked up and met Xiao's father's gaze without flinching. It was because of Xiao's father's attitude that Xiao Chengnuo was being pushed step by step into the abyss by Xiao Chengzhe.

"The facts are right in front of me, I can see for myself, do you still want to make excuses?" Mr. Xiao's fingers trembled with anger.

"Solve your grievances? Why should I admit to something I didn't do?" Qingyun sneered angrily. No wonder Xiao Chengnuo preferred to believe his two-faced brother, given how much of a father he was.

When Xiao Chengzhe had a spare moment, he ran over to comfort her: "Xiao Nuo, say less."

Upon hearing this, Qingyun gave him a deep look. Xiao Chengzhe had often offered similar words of comfort when Xiao Chengnuo was falsely accused before. The obedient Xiao Chengnuo then stopped arguing and tacitly accepted the blame being placed on him.

But Qingyun could not tolerate it.

“Listen carefully, I didn’t touch that woman at all. If she wants to prove I raped her, I’m ready to fight her anytime.” Saying this, Qingyun turned to look at Xiao Chengzhe, “It’s a good opportunity to find out who drugged me.”

Xiao Chengzhe and Secretary Miao in the restroom were both stunned. Why was the Second Young Master Xiao, who was usually not very clear-headed, so alert at this moment?

After saying that, Qingyun walked out. He paused for a moment, turned around, and said casually, "By the way, let me remind you, I like men, I have no interest in women." So be more careful next time you try to frame someone.

He said this as if he were talking to Secretary Miao, but Xiao Chengzhe's heart jumped.

Do you like men?

Xiao's father completely ignored the implication of those words; his mind was filled with volatile thoughts. He pointed at Xiao Chengnuo, his lips trembling for a long while, and said, "You, you... get out of here!"

Then Qingyun Zhen rolled away. He seemed to leave decisively, but in reality, he carefully attached a wisp of his divine consciousness to the protagonist, Xiao Chengzhe.

There are no special powers in this world, so Qingyun faces many restrictions and must be cautious.