Chapter 3: A Bright Future Worth Young Master Qin’s Effort

Looking at his two sisters’ angry faces, Young Master Qin felt utterly depressed.

Not only was he forbidden from playing with girls, but even marrying a wife was under their control.

This won’t do.

If this continues, won’t I be alone for life?

As the dignified Young Master of the Qin Family, even the times I’ve held a girl’s hand can be counted on one hand (since I consider sisters not to be girls), saying it out loud is just embarrassing.

I must fight for my own happiness!

Thus, Qin Mu prepared to launch the first shot in rebellion against his sisters.

“In that case, does it mean our Qin Family line will end here? Would Father agree!?”

Young Master Qin brought out righteousness directly.

Humph, I’m the only seedling left in the old Qin Family.

Let’s see what the sisters do now.

Qin Mengyu’s face darkened.

What Qin Mu said wasn’t without reason.

Now, age can be used as an excuse, but what about later?

What other reason would there be then?

Seeing the two sisters momentarily speechless, Qin Mu felt triumphant inside, even seeing that beautiful, flowery world beckoning to him.

Wagaga!

Qin Mengyu’s face turned a bit ugly.

She muttered,

“That kind of thing, when you grow up, your sister will arrange it for you.”

Compared to her younger sister’s hesitation, Elder Sister Qin Ruoshuang was straightforward.

Ding…

The long sword was drawn, the snow-bright blade reflecting a pair of cold red eyes.

“If you can take one of my strikes, I’ll agree.”

Hearing this, Qin Mu rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Since childhood, among his peers, he’d never seen anyone who could make Sister Ruoshuang use a second strike.

“Then forget it, I’ll just tell Father that the old Qin Family line is ending, and the culprit is Sister.”

Qin Mu flopped back onto the bed, rolling around in a tantrum.

Seeing her brother’s childish act, Qin Mengyu gritted her teeth in anger.

Hmph! The little brat isn’t old, but his scheming is deep.

Unlike Qin Mengyu, who couldn’t bear to hit her brother, Qin Ruoshuang was merciless.

As Qin Mu rolled on the bed, she seized the chance and precisely slapped his butt with the flat of her sword.

Pa!

The sound was loud and crisp.

Looks like tomorrow will be sunny.

“Ah!”

A scream rang out.

At this moment, Qin Mu recalled the fear of being dominated by Sister Ruoshuang.

“Stand up and go stand in the corner for your punishment!”

Qin Ruoshuang, hugging her long sword, crossed her legs and said.

Rubbing his butt, Qin Mu obediently stood in front of his sister.

After a while, seeing Qin Mu’s aggrieved appearance, Qin Mengyu felt it was time to play the good cop and offer comfort.

“All right, did you learn your lesson? Don’t say things to anger your Sister Ruoshuang again. Does it hurt? Let sister rub it for you.”

With True Qi in her hand, Qin Mengyu soothed her brother’s pain as she spoke.

“Let’s set this matter aside for now. Since you’ve passed the Entry Test, there’s no need to worry too much about the upcoming Assessment. Leave everything to your sister.”

“Ah, then wouldn’t that make me someone who went through the back door? No way, I want to compete fairly!”

Only this way can I be eliminated and then return to my hometown to enjoy retirement, Qin Mu thought.

“Aiya, stupid!”

Qin Mengyu flicked his forehead.

Normally a slippery little rascal, but so rigid at times like this.

“Then let me ask you—do you want to marry a wife as beautiful as your sister in the future?”

“Of course I do.”

“Good, then as long as you pass the Assessment and join the Sect, your cultivation will improve, and by then, you might even marry two beautiful wives!”

“Really!? You’re not lying to me?”

“Of course, when has sister ever lied to you!”

“Then pinky swear!”

“All right, pinky swear, sister guarantees it!”

Qin Mu happily hooked his pinky with his sister Qin Mengyu’s.

Thinking of two beautiful wives in the future, he was filled with motivation.

“Then, for the sake of my future wives, I absolutely won’t back down! It’s just an Assessment, I’ll crush it!”

“Hehe, that’s more like it. Truly my little brother.”

Qin Mengyu handed her brother a Jade Talisman.

“Take this, Mu’er. If you encounter difficulties, open this Jade Talisman.”

Finally, she rubbed her brother’s face, then left contentedly.

After Qin Mengyu left, Qin Ruoshuang came over.

Looking at Qin Mu’s frightened expression, she reached out, pinched her little brother’s face, nodded, and then left as well.

“Huu——”

Watching his two sisters leave, Qin Mu cheered.

“Ah, this is the taste of freedom!”

Qin Mu packed up, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.

Cultivation, you say?

Sorry, even if Young Master Qin works himself to death, the progress bar is still zero.

With the time spent overworking, it’s better to just laze around.

Not far away, watching Qin Mu’s peaceful sleeping face, the two sisters silently observed.

“Are you ready to explain everything to the Elder Council?”

Qin Ruoshuang turned to her younger sister.

Long before Qin Mu set out for the Sect, the sisters had begun their arrangements.

Later, Qin Mengyu waved her hand, saying to leave the whole matter to her.

“Of course.”

Qin Mengyu replied confidently.

“The Elder in charge of this Assessment is from my Dan Sect. Even if he doesn’t care for himself, his heavily poisoned grandson is relying entirely on me to refine medicine.”

“Besides, Aunt Lu has agreed as well.”

“Aunt Lu…”

Qin Ruoshuang murmured, nodding.

“That’s good, then.”

***

The next morning, Young Master Qin was sleeping soundly.

Outside, the chatter was noisy and irritating.

Annoyed, he opened his eyes, got out of bed, and went to open the door, wanting to see who dared disturb his sweet dreams.

As soon as he opened the door—good heavens—a black shadow flew toward him.

Though his cultivation was low, his reflexes weren’t bad.

Before his brain even reacted, his body had already dodged to the side.

Boom——

With a loud crash, the bed that had just held Young Master Qin’s soft body was now in pieces, reduced to rubble.

“No—my bed!”

Snow~flakes~drifting~

Cough cough, too far off topic.

“Hmph! That’s enough for today. If I see you near Zi Xi again, next time won’t be so simple.”

From the crowd, a figure walked over.

It was a man.

Qin Mu found him familiar.

Thinking carefully, wasn’t this the person from the portrait in last night’s book?

Qin Mu turned his head to look at the figure that had just flown past.

At this moment, the man was lying in a pile of broken wood, gasping for air.

“A mere Practicing Qi, Eighth Layer, dares to challenge me!”

Chen Shuo flicked his collar arrogantly.

Watching the figure walk away, Qin Mu couldn’t help recalling a phrase—so domineering, seeking death!

Wait, now where am I supposed to sleep tonight?

At this moment, Young Master Qin stood in his pajamas, lost and helpless.

“Aiya, it’s over, it’s over, nothing big happened, just a beating.”

“Of course, at this hour, if someone died, even Chen Shuo wouldn’t get away scot-free.”

“True, if a genius disciple perished, the loss would be huge.”

“That’s why, the people of these Sects are all sly old foxes—every single one is a spicy old radish!”