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"Not a single one of them survived?" Lin Yuhao frowned, realizing he had underestimated the Nie family.
“Although Nie Chenyuan has become a cripple in this generation of the Nie family, the foundation of the old family is still there, and Nie Chenyuan was a genius ten years ago.” Zhang Jingguo, the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, sat behind his desk and leisurely picked up his teacup.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he said to Lin Yuhao in a serious tone, "That kid named Qingyun has signed up for the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament."
"He actually dared to sign up for the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament?!" Lin Yuhao kicked over the chair next to him, his expression sinister, pacing around the room like a giant beast ready to devour its prey.
“We got in through the Nie family’s connections,” Zhang Jingguo added.
Lin Yuhao said angrily, "No wonder that brat Nie Chenyuan asked me about Qingyun today. All my efforts these past few days have been wasted!"
"You really destroyed Qingyun's dantian? Is she already a cripple?" Zhang Jingguo suddenly frowned and asked suspiciously.
"I'm sure that kid didn't have a chance to survive. He probably only escaped death because the Nie family found him. Even when we met him today, he was unsteady on his feet, and his cultivation was completely destroyed." As he said this, he forgot that people with high cultivation levels can return to their original state.
Lin Yuhao finally sat down, his face grim. "It's good that he dared to sign up; he's just waiting for me to kill him!"
“No, you can’t kill him.” Zhang Jingguo shook his head at him. “If Qing Yun dies after fighting you, following Qing Haolin, many people will probably suspect you.”
"Even if this good-for-nothing participates in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, he's no match for me. Forget it, just eliminate him. Don't let this kid say anything more nonsense at the tournament." A hint of impatience flashed in Lin Yuhao's eyes.
"Speaking of which, about your mother..." Zhang Jingguo put down his teacup.
When this topic came up, Lin Yuhao's face slowly darkened: "I said she was forced, and that's it. There's no other possibility."
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Nie Chenyuan closed the car door and walked into the house while making a phone call.
After three years of treatment by Qingyun, Nie Chenyuan's blocked meridians were basically all cleared. Qingyun did not bother to absorb the innate energy in his meridians like Lin Yuhao did, so all of this innate energy was integrated into Nie Chenyuan's body, further enhancing his already powerful physique.
He is no longer as sharp and outspoken as he was three years ago. His aura is now more refined and profound, carrying a hint of danger that is yet to be unleashed.
"Have you arranged the seats? The environment needs to be quiet enough, and the room must be clean and spotless."
Nie Chenyuan patiently arranged all the relevant matters before hanging up the phone, which made the person on the other end of the line wonder why President Nie was acting so fussy today, as if he had changed his personality.
"Young master, the master wants you to go to the study."
Nie Chenyuan nodded to indicate that he understood, glanced up at Qingyun's room on the second floor, and then turned to walk towards his study. Qingyun was probably auditing classes at the university right now, and he would be able to catch up with him when he finished class.
"Grandpa, what did you call me for?"
As soon as he opened the study door, before Nie Chenyuan could even finish asking a question, Nie Songping threw a stack of things at his face.
"Look what you've made of this!" Nie Songping was clearly furious, and almost threw his cane at him.
Upon seeing what was flying towards him, Nie Chenyuan immediately reached out and frantically tried to catch it, his face contorted with delight. It was a stack of photos that had been thrown at him. Although Nie Chenyuan struggled to catch them, one photo ended up falling to the ground.
The photo was produced with exquisite detail using a special process, resulting in clear image quality that is not easily damaged. It perfectly showcases the fair and slender ankle in the photo.
With a pained expression, Nie Chenyuan picked up the photo. Despite his thick skin, he wasn't embarrassed at all about being caught. Instead, he questioned him with displeasure, "Grandpa, what were you doing in my room? And you touched my things without permission."
These photos were all taken by him when Qingyun wasn't paying attention. Sometimes it was a glimpse of a fair ankle, and sometimes it was a delicate collarbone showing through an open neckline.
Of course, what he treasured most was the rounded shoulder of Qingyun that he secretly photographed while she was changing clothes. Qingyun had noticed him taking the picture, and he racked his brains to figure out how to keep it.
For this reason, Nie Chenyuan specially set up a dark room in the room, which was filled with Qingyun's photos.
Each photo reveals the photographer's hidden desires.
Unfortunately, Qingyun has become increasingly adept at using such electronic products in recent years, and Nie Chenyuan has not been able to obtain them for a long time. Therefore, every single one of these existing photos is extremely precious to him, and he would never allow his grandfather to toss them around.
"If I hadn't suddenly decided to check out the training of our Nie family disciples, I wouldn't have known about your filthy thoughts!" Nie Songping was so angry at his grandson's self-righteous attitude that he almost fell over.
In the world of ancient martial arts, every top-tier family trains a group of disciples to pass on their family's martial arts and solidify their position in the martial arts world. Although Nie Songping is still the head of the Nie family, Nie Chenyuan is actually in charge of handling all matters. Therefore, the secret passage leading to the training ground opens in Nie Chenyuan's room.
As a result, in order to hide these photos, Nie Chenyuan went so far as to move the secret passage under his bed to a different location, and Nie Songping couldn't find the entrance to the training ground today!
"Not only that..." Patriarch Gu stared intently at the screen, "Look at the energy emanating from his palm; he's blatantly destroyed Lin Yuhao's meridians and joints. From now on, not only will his cultivation be ruined, but he'll also be crippled..."
Upon hearing this, the several old foxes, half-buried in the grave, felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at Qingyun's seemingly gentle expression. So young, with such high cultivation, yet so ruthless!
This child named Qingyun truly made them feel inferior.
Hearing the excited gasps below, Nie Chenyuan chuckled with a sense of pride. Qingyun was extremely perceptive; she was not the kind of person who would be swayed by a few words and let a tiger return to the mountain.
After the game ended, he picked up his phone and made a call.
"Mom, I'm also very disappointed in you."
Qingyun looked at Lin's mother, who was swaying precariously below the arena, and said without any mercy.
Lin's mother nearly fainted. She finally understood that this Qingyun was no longer the Qingyun she had manipulated. Lin Yuhao was ruined; what was the point of her abandoning her family and children a second time? She might as well have remained Qingyun's wife!
"Qingyun, you are too ruthless. Even if you have profound cultivation, you are still despised by the ancient martial arts world!"
One of the audience members stood up and accused Qingyun, "Your father deserved what he got, how dare you avenge him?"
After this person spoke up, a few others echoed him, but most people were still shocked by Qingyun's powerful martial arts and dared not utter a sound.
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