The entire hall was deathly silent, as if struck mute.
Seeing the shifting, uncertain expression on Qin Changsheng's face and his tacit admission, everyone was certain.
The culprit who abandoned the Rakshasa Immortal, causing her drastic change in temperament, the scoundrel, was none other than...
The Qin family's ancestral patriarch, Qin Changsheng!
The Qin family members were especially incredulous; their entire world view was collapsing!
The spiritual symbol of the Qin family, the patriarch they revered most.
The patriarch who left behind the plaque of 'Uprightness and Honor,' the Qin family's precepts, traditions, and rules.
The patriarch who taught them to love and care for each other, to be righteous and formidable.
The patriarch who, in the hearts of his clansmen, was glorious, majestic, and without a single blemish.
Actually, actually...
Was a scoundrel!
They desperately wished the patriarch would step forward and defend himself, explain that he had some overwhelming, justified reason.
But judging by the patriarch's demeanor, he was clearly guilty and in the wrong!
Seeing Qin Changsheng remain silent, offering no apology, and making no move to explain himself, Su Murou felt her anger boil over.
Remembering all the past grievances, rage drowned her rationality.
"Scoundrel, give me your life!"
The Autumn Water Sword materialized in her hand. A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from within her and poured into the sword.
The Autumn Water Sword bloomed with light; sword energy shot towards the heavens, its dazzling radiance illuminating the entire great hall.
It transformed into a massive sword aura, shooting straight towards Qin Changsheng.
Although Qin Changsheng was an ordinary mortal, the treasures he'd accumulated over the years (through, ahem, certain means) naturally allowed him a hundred ways to avoid it. But...
Forget it, forget it! Qin Changsheng thought to himself.
If I die, I die. Anyway, I don't have long to live.
Besides, since I ultimately can't cultivate, continuing to live in this fantasy world where people fly into the skies, traverse the earth, move mountains, and overturn seas isn't all that meaningful.
This is probably just retribution. Dying at the hands of an ex-girlfriend could be considered a form of liberation.
Thinking this, Qin Changsheng closed his eyes and silently awaited death.
Perhaps it was a premonition before death; the moment he closed his eyes, a series of lovely faces suddenly flashed through his mind—lolis, mature beauties, gentle ones, fiery ones, sexy ones... all types, everything one could imagine.
Ah, I wonder if they would grieve for me after I die.
Su Murou had struck out with hatred, but the moment she attacked, she suddenly hesitated.
Seeing Qin Changsheng close his eyes and wait for death, her heart inexplicably softened. The sword thrust originally aimed at his heart suddenly veered three inches off course, its sword energy undiminished as it slashed towards the rear wall.
"Boom!"
The Qin family's banquet hall was instantly pierced with a large hole. Where the sword energy passed, everything was thrown into chaos; all items were shattered, some even vaporized into nothingness.
"How dare you! How dare you harm my Qin family's ancestral patriarch!" Qin Zhen shouted, stepping in front of Qin Changsheng. The incident had happened too suddenly; he had been immersed in the collapse of his beliefs and hadn't reacted in time.
Even if his family's patriarch was at fault, as a descendant of the Qin family, he absolutely could not allow anyone to lay a hand on the patriarch right before his eyes.
Even if that person was the patriarch's old flame! Even if the patriarch was in the wrong!
"Move aside! What does this have to do with you? Scram!" Qin Changsheng said with a dark expression, pushing Qin Zhen aside. He cursed inwardly.
You little brat, who asked you to block for me? If you hadn't taken matters into your own hands and arranged this concubine selection, would I be in this mess?
"Who dares to make a move in my Qin family?!"
Just as Qin Changsheng was organizing his words (preparing to lie), a thunderous voice echoed above the Qin family estate.
Immediately after, a man in white robes, transcendent and refined, descended from the sky.
"It's the White Robe Supreme, Qin Changan!" someone in the crowd couldn't help but exclaim. No one expected to see this God of Slaughter today.
"Who was it? Which bastard dared to cause trouble at my big brother's banquet? Do they have a death wish?" Qin Changan asked, his face a mask of fury.
He had sensed the commotion even without using his divine sense.
Today was his big brother's banquet. He hadn't wanted to appear, afraid of stealing his big brother's spotlight, but he never imagined someone would dare to take action at the Qin family.
He couldn't care less if everyone else died, but if his big brother lost so much as a single hair, he could never forgive himself.
"Scram! If you don't know how to talk, then shut up!"
Calling your former sister-in-law a bastard? Only you could say something like that.
The more Qin Changsheng thought about it, the angrier he got. He smacked Qin Changan twice on the back of the head.
No particular reason, just well-practiced.
He'd been doing it since they were kids. Towards the younger brother he'd raised himself, he naturally wasn't that polite. If a beating was deserved, he'd deliver it, showing no mercy.
Qin Changan shrunk his neck, momentarily unsure what he'd said wrong. He didn't dare dodge, allowing his big brother to hit him.
But this scene shocked everyone present at the banquet.
The White Robe Supreme!
That God of Slaughter who made foreign races tremble with fear on the battlefield of ten thousand clans!
Was actually letting someone smack him on the back of the head like a well-behaved child, not even daring to resist!
Everyone averted their eyes. They wanted to look, but didn't dare. Who knew if there would be repercussions later?
As for Su Murou, she showed no reaction, just staring fixedly at Qin Changsheng. Since seeing him, her world had narrowed to only him.
"Auntie," Su Xiaoyu called out timidly in a small voice, tugging at Su Murou's sleeve.
Everything had happened too fast. She hadn't even processed it before her aunt had drawn her sword, and the Qin family's Third Patriarch had appeared.
Even if her aunt hated the Qin family patriarch deeply, she couldn't possibly achieve anything under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
She was afraid her aunt, in her anger, might do something else irrational and wanted to remind her.
But Su Murou was like a statue, turning a deaf ear, staring at Qin Changsheng, lost in thought.
Qin Changsheng ignored everyone else and walked straight towards Su Murou.
Ah!
A scoundrel all my life, I originally planned to die quietly here in the Qin family in the end. I never expected retribution to come so quickly!
This is what I deserve. It's time to face it.
Whether it's the knife or dismemberment, I accept it!
Just as Qin Changsheng reached Su Murou and was about to speak.