Chapter 15: Young Master Qin’s Thousand-Year Kill

Wang Ze was a Qi Refining cultivation expert at the tenth layer.

He was now twenty-five years old and had been stuck at this stage for several years, unable to break through.

His talent wasn’t enough, so he relied on pills, but he didn’t have enough spirit stones.

To earn more spirit stones, he chose to guard the laborers deep inside the Great Prison.

Although the working environment was far from ideal, the spirit stones were plentiful and the work was light—truly a dream job that he had fought hard to secure.

Just today, after throwing a new disciple into the cell, his KPI went up a bit again, and he was thinking about celebrating with a little drink.

Just as his mood was lifting, a captivating floral fragrance wafted through the air, followed by a flash of pink light appearing in the dim prison.

The graceful figure merely standing there emitted a unique aura that drew admiration, and with her stunning beauty, she was truly a woman who could topple cities and kingdoms.

Wang Ze was dumbfounded on the spot, his mouth hanging open.

In his twenty-five years of life, this was the first time he had ever seen such an exquisite woman.

After a moment, an image suddenly flashed through Wang Ze’s mind—Holy Maiden Qin Mengyu.

Boom!

His head buzzed, and Wang Ze immediately bowed respectfully.

“I did not expect the Holy Maiden’s Highness to visit in person. Please forgive my presumption.”

Qin Mengyu didn’t even glance at him and said in a calm tone, “Has a certain young man been imprisoned here today?”

Wang Ze scratched his head.

With so many people coming and going daily in the prison, how was he supposed to know whom the Holy Maiden meant?

Could it be… the one he was responsible for today?

Wang Ze swallowed nervously and said cautiously, “Uh, there is one, but may I ask which young man the Holy Maiden is referring to?”

“Qin Mu.”

The gentle voice was like a thunderclap exploding right next to Wang Ze’s ear.

***

“I never expected that Young Brother Qin is actually the Young Master of the Qin Family. That means our Dan Sect Holy Maiden is your sister.”

“Brother Liu… do you really believe what I said?”

Qin Mu stared at Liu Lian in shock.

Heaven and earth!

Finally, someone believed me!

“Ahaha!”

Liu Lian laughed carefreely.

“Come on, things like this are better kept quiet. If the Holy Maiden finds out, you’re in for trouble.”

Qin Mu’s face, which had just shown excitement at finding a kindred spirit, gradually stiffened at those words.

What a trap! Give me back my feelings, you scoundrel!

“Hey, Young Brother Qin, why are you crouching in the corner again?”

Liu Lian looked at Qin Mu, who was drawing circles on the ground.

“Nothing. Just drawing circles to curse you,” Qin Mu said despairingly.

“Hey, don’t be like that, Young Brother Qin. Since you and the Holy Maiden share the same surname, maybe five hundred years ago you were from the same family.”

***

Zhang Ji glanced at Elder Wu beside him and asked with a puzzled expression, “Elder Wu, do you know why the Holy Maiden summoned us?”

Unlike Zhang Ji’s confusion, Elder Wu was calm and said, “Why panic? It must be because the Holy Maiden was pleased with the interrogation of that little thief today. Maybe she’ll even reward us later!”

“Really?”

“What nonsense are you talking! How can you not trust me?”

“Elder Wu, let’s be honest here. Do you still have a conscience? How reliable are your words?”

“Hmph! Of course, they’re ten out of ten!”

If you say I have no conscience, then I might as well be lying too.

Even with one percent confidence, I say ten out of ten!

***

Being locked in prison was an unpleasant feeling.

Qin Mu thought that since he had been running around and climbing trees, raiding bird nests, catching frogs, and playing with mud since childhood, he should be able to handle it.

But after staying for a while, the damp, dark environment made him feel uncomfortable all over.

It was like sweating profusely on a hot summer day and then rolling in a mud pit while naked—that kind of unpleasantness.

Qin Mu stood up and walked to the cell door, poking his head out to look outside, attempting a real-life “tears through iron bars” moment.

“Young Brother Qin, stop looking. This prison has nothing but darkness, rats, and us for company.”

Liu Lian was lying on a straw mattress, legs crossed casually.

He picked up a stalk of straw, not caring if it was dirty, and bit it as he spoke indifferently, “When I first came in, I kept looking at the stars and moon, hoping someone would come to take me out. But the longer I waited, the more I realized that all there was left was worry and despair.”

Qin Mu listened seriously, wanting to be a good listener for once, obediently paying attention to Liu Lian’s endless rambling.

But the longer he listened, the darker his face became.

“Young Brother Qin, do you know? Back then, I was charming, beloved by all, dashing and graceful. But some people envied my talents!”

“At that time, I made the seventy-year-old grandmother at the village entrance bloom with joy, but they claimed I wanted her inheritance!”

“Utter nonsense! Is that what I wanted?”

“Oh? Then Brother Liu, what did you want?”

“I just wanted to fulfill the old grandmother’s wish to feel the passion of youth one more time!”

“And the result?”

“She was too impulsive and went straight for it…”

And so on, Liu Lian rambled nonstop, eventually even breaking into song.

“Oh oh oh oh!!!”

Liu Lian strained his throat, singing his self-composed “Goose, Goose, Soaring Song.”

Unbearable!

Qin Mu rolled up his sleeves, face darkening.

Seeing Liu Lian immersed in his song, he delivered a friendly, breaking-the-facade punch.

“Ah!”

“Oh oh oh my foot, if you like it so much, I’ll give you plenty of ‘oh’s!”

With fingers together, Qin Mu aimed carefully and unleashed his secret move—Thousand Year Kill!

“Oh~!”

A sound that was somewhere between pain and pleasure echoed through the dim prison.

***

“Holy Maiden Highness, this way.”

Wang Ze felt increasingly cold as he led the way.

Suddenly, a howl came from the depths of the prison.

“Mu’er!”

Qin Mengyu’s normally calm expression instantly changed to one of horror, and then her figure became a streak of light rushing inside.

Within moments, she locked onto her brother’s aura and quickly hurried over.

When she arrived, she found a figure writhing on the ground, moving in a very unseemly manner.

Next to the figure, a young man was half-kneeling, blowing on his index and middle fingers repeatedly.

“Hoo—huff huff, damn it, the gap in cultivation is too big. Even the Thousand Year Kill ends up hurting myself eight hundred times more than the enemy.”

As Young Master Qin covered his fingers, blowing on them, a familiar floral scent arrived.

Excited, he looked up.

The pink silhouette appeared before his eyes, and Young Master Qin broke down in tears, blowing his nose as he said, “Sister Mengyu, you’ve finally come. I’ve missed you so much.”

At that moment, the flustered Wang Ze staggered.

“That’s it. Not only did I lose my job, but I’m probably going to lose my life too…”

On the other side, Liu Lian stopped writhing as well.

“Damn, Young Brother Qin really wasn’t lying. The Holy Maiden really is his sister!”