Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

"Heh, even at the brink of death, you still talk tough. As long as I do this cleanly, without leaving any evidence, what can your father do?" The old man sneered.

He was also secretly observing the surroundings. Whether anyone was watching or not, he intended to pin the blame on the Jiang family, just in case.

After all, walls have ears. Even mountains might have them.

"So, you really are from the Jiang family!" Qin Zi's face turned grim. The mention of "no evidence" made him uneasy.

The Jiang family suspected that he had killed Jiang Shennong, but with no proof, they had failed to get their way when they confronted his father. Now, they were likely trying to assassinate him without leaving evidence—an eye for an eye, leaving his father powerless.

The reasoning made sense.

After all, the only enemies he had were the Jiang family and the Lu family, and the Lu family didn't seem bold enough to send someone to kill him right now.

As for his father…

He wouldn't even dream of suspecting him!

"Kid, don't bother trying to guess who I am. It's no longer important. Even if you knew, the knowledge would die with you," the old man said lazily. "Instead, why not think about what happens after you die? Would you prefer to have your bones ground to dust, or be tossed into a river to feed the fish?"

Qin Zi's face turned pale as he asked, "Can you at least leave my body intact? I don't want to die too horribly."

"Still worried about how you'll look after death? Foolish wishful thinking!" The old man snorted, then bellowed, "Time to go!"

Swoosh!

With a slash of his sword, six intertwined laws surged forth, forming a massive sword light that stretched thousands of meters, crashing down like a heavenly waterfall.

"Ahh!!" Qin Zi let out a furious roar, and his entire body flared with golden light, transforming him into what looked like a blazing flame.

Hum!

From within the flames, a crimson spear shot out. Its design was majestic, shaped like a dragon, and inscribed with golden runes. It radiated an aura of imperial might and exuded sharp, overwhelming power!

"Go!" Qin Zi shouted, and the spear transformed into a fiery dragon, charging toward the incoming sword light with unstoppable force.

"Is that... an imperial weapon?!" The old man felt a shiver run down his spine as he sensed the overpowering aura emanating from the spear. His eyes gleamed with greed.

Desire festered within him.

He had thought his life was nearing its end, content with being an assassin for entertainment, living out his days in solitude. But upon seeing this spear, ambition reignited in him like a blazing inferno.

That was pure ambition!

An imperial weapon was imbued with the essence of a World Sovereign, not only possessing immense destructive power but also containing their profound insights into the laws of the universe.

Not every World Sovereign could forge an imperial weapon—only the strongest could. Thus, the insights within such a weapon were priceless, even to other World Sovereigns.

And so, his greed grew.

Boom!

At that moment, the fiery dragon collided with the sword light, piercing through it and continuing its path toward the old man.

"Not good!" The old man's face changed drastically. Faced with the weapon's terrifying killing intent, he didn't dare to block it head-on and swiftly dodged.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The fiery dragon chased the old man, spiraling through the air like a rollercoaster, leaving behind trails of red light.

But gradually, the dragon began to weaken. The flames around it dimmed, revealing the spear within.

"Hahaha! I knew it! The imperial weapon is strong, but it needs the wielder's strength to sustain it. Your cultivation is too weak!" The old man laughed heartily.

But at that moment, Qin Zi's body erupted with even more brilliant light, and his hair turned a radiant gold, rapidly transforming.

Boom!

Simultaneously, the fiery dragon expanded, and its speed surged, crashing into the old man.

Bang!

The old man was struck by the dragon's head, sending him flying. In the next instant, the crimson spear shot out from the dragon's mouth, piercing his body.

Thud!

The old man desperately retreated, but the spearhead still buried itself halfway into his body. Immediately, the weapon's murderous intent began invading his flesh.

"Ahh!!" he screamed in agony, as red light surged from his body, like blood spurting from a wound. It was the manifestation of the weapon's deadly aura!

Crackle!

Six types of law energies shimmered around the old man, like lightning wrapped around his body, working to erode the imperial weapon's killing intent.

"Kid, just you wait!" he roared, turning and fleeing into the distance, clearly heavily injured and in dire need of healing.

As the old man disappeared from sight, Qin Zi's face suddenly went pale. His hair reverted to black, and the once-brilliant crimson spear dimmed and returned to his body.

A wave of weakness swept over him.

Using the imperial spear had drained him completely—even his master's energy had been depleted!

"The commotion from that fight might attract strong enemies. We're too weak to stay here. We have to leave, now!" Ye Lingshuang urged anxiously.

"Agreed!" Qin Zi nodded, gathering the last of his strength and flying off into the distance, quickly disappearing over the horizon.

Not long after he left, a tall figure, cloaked in black, emerged from a hidden corner of a nearby hill.

It was Qin Chuan!

In his hand, he held a crystal about the size of a fist, clear and sparkling like a diamond.

Inside the crystal, countless images were being replayed, as if in a movie. It showed the moment Qin Zi had summoned the imperial spear and severely injured the assassin.

The footage was smooth and clear, captured from perfect angles, with incredible visual impact. Anyone watching it could feel the spear's overwhelming power, its wild, primal nature—enough to leave many in awe.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A mere early-stage Saint can severely wound a Sixth Heavenly Layer Saint just by wielding this weapon. Who wouldn't want such an imperial treasure?" Qin Chuan mused with a chuckle.

A man of no crime can be guilty simply by possessing treasure.

Though his son now had some degree of backing, compared to the allure of an imperial weapon, he was still nothing more than a commoner with riches!

Once word got out that Qin Zi possessed an imperial weapon, countless powerful cultivators would be tempted to take a chance and hunt him down.

Among them would surely be Ninth Heavenly Layer Saints.

At that point, Qin Chuan's cultivation could soar all the way to the Ninth Heavenly Layer, bringing him to the brink of facing the World Sovereign Tribulation, ready to ascend to the next realm!

It was a flawless plan.

As for how this information would spread… that was a problem he would need to solve.

Though he had recorded evidence of Qin Zi wielding the imperial weapon, it wouldn't be easy to disseminate it.

He couldn't very well buy thousands of recording crystals, make tens of thousands of copies, and distribute them for free, could he?

That would be far too costly.

And even if he did make thousands of copies, it wouldn't be enough. People are inherently selfish—when someone obtains a recording crystal, their first thought isn't to share it but to keep it secret and go after Qin Zi themselves.

That's basic human nature.

So, spreading the news far and wide would be difficult. He simply didn't have the resources or channels to do it himself.

"But I don't need to… The Jiang family does," Qin Chuan thought, his eyes narrowing as a sly smile crept across his face.

He was confident that once the Jiang family learned of this, they'd be more than happy to spread the word, encouraging others to join in the hunt for Qin Zi.

And...

When he took this "whistleblower" recording crystal to the Jiang family, he'd probably receive a hefty reward in return...

As the saying goes: "I'll use you, and you'll pay me for it."

Or as another saying goes: "Eat the accuser, then eat the accused."