The next day, Qin Jiang stepped out of his room, sighing softly to himself. He hadn’t expected everything to go so smoothly this time.
[Major plotline altered.
Reward: Heavenless Sword (Emperor-grade broken weapon);
Reward: Sword Intent (allows host to comprehend sword intent);
Reward: Seven Beauties Diagram (empty, can store up to seven women and accelerate their cultivation to Supreme Realm; as host’s strength increases, their strength increases; if host lives, they live; if host dies, they die);
Reward: One bottle of Saint Advancement Pills (20 pills, can help those at peak Unity Realm breakthrough to Saint Realm);
Reward: Villain Points.]
One reward after another echoed in his mind, and Qin Jiang couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.
An Emperor-grade broken weapon!
In this era, anything with the word “Emperor” attached to it was extraordinary. As far as Qin Jiang knew, the Qin Family possessed one complete Emperor weapon—but unless it was a life-or-death crisis, they would never bring it out.
Most Ancient Clans were already considered fortunate to have a single Emperor-grade broken weapon. Families like Ye Ling’er’s Ye Family probably didn’t even own one, and were at the bottom of the Ancient Clan hierarchy.
Now, the system had simply handed him one.
On top of that, there was comprehension of Sword Intent and the Seven Beauties Diagram—both of which satisfied Qin Jiang greatly.
The Saint Advancement Pills were a bit weaker in comparison, but still extremely rare. Pills that could help a cultivator break into the Saint Realm were limited even in the Qin Family.
Moreover, if someone could break through on their own, the Qin Family advised against using pills, as they could impact one’s foundation and hinder future growth.
Then there were the Villain Points, which could purchase a large number of rare treasures in the System Shop.
“Not bad.” Qin Jiang nodded in satisfaction.
He figured this generous reward wasn’t just due to Chen Ningbing, but also Ye Ling’er. The combination of the two triggered such valuable rewards.
…
At the entrance of the small courtyard, Hei Long stood guard while Chen Lie waited anxiously nearby.
Finally, Qin Jiang appeared.
Chen Lie quickly stepped forward. “Young Master, my daughter…”
“Don’t worry, Bing’er is fine. She’s resting in the room,” Qin Jiang said with a smile.
Hearing how Qin Jiang addressed her, Chen Lie was overjoyed. But soon after, he sighed. Something about it didn’t feel quite right.
Still, it was a good thing.
As long as this Young Master doted on his daughter, she would never suffer any hardship. When it came to his daughter’s beauty, this old father had full confidence—she would surely be favored.
As they walked out of the Chen Residence, Qin Jiang glanced around at the guards and said, “Withdraw these men.”
Chen Lie followed behind Qin Jiang.
Seeing the blockade lifted, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it wasn’t good for the City Lord’s residence to be sealed off.
“Send a team of women to guard Bing’er’s safety,” Qin Jiang instructed again.
Before long, arrangements were made, and Qin Jiang finally left the Chen Family.
Back at the restaurant, Ye Ling’er sat by the window, resting her chin in her hand, lost in thought.
Qin Jiang approached and gently hugged her from behind. He clearly felt her body stiffen, and her cheeks immediately flushed red.
Ye Ling’er didn’t turn around. She knew Qin Jiang’s scent well by now.
Compared to Chen Ningbing, Ye Ling’er was like a little white rabbit. Her pitiful appearance stirred sympathy—and an even greater urge to make her cry.
Holding her close, Qin Jiang said softly, “Xiao Fan’s probably leaving soon. Want me to take you to see him?”
“No~” Ye Ling’er shook her head.
Right now, the last person she wanted to see was Xiao Fan. Part of her was disappointed in him. Another part simply didn’t know how to face him anymore.
And deep in her heart, Qin Jiang had begun to occupy a place. After all… Qin Jiang had taken her body.
That was an undeniable fact.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before Qin Jiang’s presence in her heart would grow even stronger.
She didn’t know why.
Rationally, she should hate Qin Jiang. But deep down, she was slowly accepting him.
It left her feeling conflicted.
“Go see him. You need to cut ties with the past,” Qin Jiang said.
Hearing that, Ye Ling’er’s expression became complicated. She understood—Qin Jiang wanted her to officially sever ties with Xiao Fan.
She was silent for a while, then finally nodded. “Alright.”
…
In a remote corner of the city, inside a dilapidated courtyard, Xiao Fan gnawed on a cold, hard steamed bun.
He ate with gritted teeth.
“Qin Jiang… Qin Jiang…”
Yesterday, Qin Jiang had knocked him out with just a soundwave. When he came to, he’d been dumped in a trash heap by someone—covered in filth and stinking terribly.
Worse still, because Qin Jiang was in the city, Xiao Fan didn’t dare make any move. He had no choice but to sneak into this run-down courtyard to hide.
The bun in his hand? Dug out of a trash pile.
His life right now could only be described as miserable.
Just then…
“He’s in here?”
A familiar voice made Xiao Fan’s body tense. Then joy surged through him.
“It’s Ling’er!”
He rushed to the door and opened it—only for the smile on his face to instantly freeze.
Qin Jiang was naturally by Ye Ling’er’s side.
“Ugh, it stinks!” Ye Ling’er wrinkled her nose, quickly pinched it shut, waved her hand to fan the air, and stepped back several paces.
Only then did she see it was Xiao Fan who had opened the door.
But she didn’t realize how deeply those few retreating steps wounded Xiao Fan.
The last shred of his dignity was crushed in an instant.
“Brother Xiao Fan… Xiao Fan, you…”
Ye Ling’er was stunned by Xiao Fan’s appearance. How had he ended up like this?
He looked worse than a beggar.
His robes were filthy, hair greasy, face smudged with dirt, and in his hands was a dried-out blackened bun…
For a moment, she actually felt disgust.
She turned to Qin Jiang.
Qin Jiang shrugged. “This wasn’t my doing…”
He chuckled. Ye Ling’er’s cheeks turned crimson. She quickly covered Qin Jiang’s mouth with her small hand.
She knew very well—this guy dared to say anything.
“Don’t say it~” Ye Ling’er pleaded with a hint of coquettishness.
Qin Jiang smiled and nodded in agreement.
Ye Ling’er let out a sigh of relief and looked back at Xiao Fan. Her brows furrowed slightly.