LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 4:
Chapter 4: Young Master Invites You:
While waiting, Qin Yan kept himself busy. He arranged for the injured Qin Wu and other guards to receive treatment and took care of several other minor matters.
Not long after, a loud and furious voice echoed from outside. “Sister-in-law! Xiao Yan! I’m back!”
Qin Yan looked up to see a tall, imposing man, not yet forty, clad in full armor, striding into the room. Behind him were over thirty armored elite warriors armed with weapons.
This was Qin Yan’s second uncle, Qin Zhan. True to his name, Qin Zhan was a fierce warrior and an ardent martial arts enthusiast. In terms of raw martial talent, he even surpassed Qin Yan’s father.
But Qin Zhan’s obsession with martial arts left him indifferent to other aspects of life, including marriage. It was only when Qin Yan was fifteen, under immense pressure from Qin Qi, that Qin Zhan reluctantly married. His child was now two and a half years old.
Most people believed Qin Zhan avoided marriage because of his dedication to martial arts, but Qin Yan, knowing the plot, understood the truth. Qin Zhan had deliberately delayed marriage to ensure no one challenged Qin Yan’s position as the Qin family’s young master. Only after Qin Yan’s position was secure did Qin Zhan agree to marry and have children.
Yun Qing stood and greeted him warmly. “Second Brother, you’re back!”
Qin Zhan nodded. “Yes, Sister-in-law. Father told me everything. Don’t worry, I’ll fully support Xiao Yan in this matter.”
Yun Qing smiled. “Thank you, Second Brother. I know you’ll handle this well.”
Qin Zhan waved her thanks away. “No need to thank me. This is my duty.”
Turning to Qin Yan, he said, “Xiao Yan, let’s go. I want to see what kind of man this Gao Wei is to have the audacity to trample on our Qin family’s pride.”
Qin Yan replied, “Second Uncle, let’s wait a moment. My mother has also called my uncle. He should arrive soon.”
Qin Zhan blinked, then shrugged. “Alright, we’ll wait.”
No sooner had he spoken than another thunderous voice roared from outside.
“Which bastard dares to bully my sister and nephew?”
A middle-aged man in his forties strode in with the presence of a lion, flanked by another group of elite warriors.
This was Yun Lang, Qin Yan’s maternal uncle and a half-step martial saint.
Yun Lang marched straight to Yun Qing and demanded, “Sister, who dared to bully you? I’ll make them pay!”
His sharp gaze landed on Qin Zhan, suspicion flickering in his eyes.
Qin Zhan bristled immediately. “What are you looking at me for? Do you think I’d bully my own sister-in-law and nephew? It was that bastard Gao Wei!”
Yun Lang turned back to Yun Qing for confirmation.
She nodded, bitterness lacing her voice as she recounted the events of the day.
Hearing her story, Yun Lang’s fury erupted. He slammed his palm onto a table, shattering it. “Good! Very good! Gao Wei, the vice president of Kyoto Martial Arts Academy, dares to behave like this? He won’t get away with it!”
Yun Qing interjected calmly, “Elder Brother, Second Brother, leave this matter to Yan’er. He’ll take the lead, and you only need to support him.”
Her words served to solidify Qin Yan’s authority and establish his dominance in the situation.
Qin Zhan grinned widely. “That’s fine by me! I don’t like thinking too hard anyway. I’ll just beat whoever Xiao Yan tells me to beat.”
Yun Lang smirked. “Don’t worry, Sister. That’s why I’m here—to kill, not talk.”
He turned to Qin Yan and asked, “Xiao Yan, what’s the plan? How are we dealing with Gao Wei and the Liu family?”
A murderous glint appeared in Qin Yan’s eyes. “I want them dead.”
Qin Zhan slapped a heavy hand on Qin Yan’s shoulder, grinning. “Then what are we waiting for? Should we visit the Liu family first or deal with that bastard Gao Wei?”
Resisting the sharp pain in his shoulder, Qin Yan stepped forward decisively. “We’ll start with the Liu family.”
With that, Qin Zhan and Yun Lang fell in line behind Qin Yan like loyal guards. Behind them marched elite warriors from both the Qin and Yun families, all masters of the seventh and eighth grades. Even without Qin Zhan and Yun Lang, these warriors alone were formidable enough to make Gao Wei suffer.
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Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the Liu family’s study room was tense.
Liu Zhong sat with a frown, his expression clouded with worry. Liu Xinyao and Xiao Fan, on the other hand, appeared carefree, even playful, occasionally exchanging whispers.
Liu Zhong glanced at his daughter, sitting beside Xiao Fan with a shy and sweet expression, and let out a heavy sigh.
Liu Xinyao noticed his mood and frowned. “Dad, why are you sighing?”
Liu Zhong glared at her. “What do you think? Do you realize what you’ve done? Breaking off the engagement with Qin Yan in front of everyone? Do you know how much you’ve angered him? The Qin family will surely retaliate against us!”
As the head of the Liu family, Liu Zhong knew full well that their family owed its current status entirely to the Qin family. The Liu family had risen to heights they never deserved, and now, because of Liu Xinyao’s actions, they were on the verge of losing it all.
Without the Qin family’s support, the Liu family now faced an uncertain future. Although they had high hopes for Xiao Fan, believing he could one day become a Martial Saint or even a Martial God, that was a dream for the future—not the present.
Liu Xinyao curled her lips dismissively. “What’s the big deal? I’ll just talk to Qin Yan later and make him continue supporting our Liu family.”
Liu Zhong, however, felt uneasy. He couldn’t forget Qin Yan’s murderous intent at the engagement banquet. “Xin Yao, considering how Qin Yan acted today, do you really think he’ll continue supporting us?”
Liu Xinyao raised her delicate chin with a prideful smirk. “Of course. Qin Yan was only angry because I embarrassed him in front of so many people. Once I say a few sweet words to him, he’ll come crawling back like before.”
In her mind, Qin Yan was still the same devoted follower he had always been. She failed to grasp the gravity of what she had done or the depth of Qin Yan’s fury. Her only reference point was the past, where no matter what mistake she made, Qin Yan always forgave her.
Even if she pushed him to the brink, threatening to sever ties was enough to make him compromise. She believed this time would be no different. As long as she maintained a firm attitude, she was confident Qin Yan wouldn’t dare pursue the matter.
Liu Zhong, reflecting on Qin Yan’s past tolerance, felt reassured. “Alright then. Just tell him that while you won’t marry him, his support for our family can’t be withdrawn.”
Liu Xinyao snorted arrogantly. “Not only will he continue supporting our Liu family, but I’ll also make him kneel and apologize for killing my cousin. If he doesn’t show the proper attitude, I’ll never forgive him.”
Liu Zhong nodded approvingly and turned to Xiao Fan. “Xiao Fan, we’re putting the entire family’s future on your shoulders. You must work hard and not let Xin Yao and me down.”
Xiao Fan stood up with determination in his eyes. “Uncle Liu, don’t worry. I will become a Martial Saint, or even a Martial God, one day. When that happens, I’ll ensure the Liu family becomes the most powerful family in the country.”
Liu Zhong, visibly relieved, let out a hearty laugh. “Good! Very good! We’ll wait for you to fulfill that promise.”
Liu Xinyao gazed at Xiao Fan with admiration, her expression softening. This is what a real man looks like—ambitious, idealistic, and unyielding. Compared to Xiao Fan, she felt Qin Yan was unworthy of even carrying Xiao Fan’s shoes, aside from his family background.
As the three of them chatted happily, the study door suddenly burst open. Liu Zhong’s face darkened with anger. “What are you doing? Don’t you know to knock before entering?”
The butler stumbled in, his face pale with fear. “Master! Something terrible has happened! The Qin family—they’ve come, and they’re killing people. Please—”
Before he could finish, a long blade pierced through his chest, its tip protruding from his back. Blood dripped steadily onto the floor. The butler’s lifeless body fell forward.
Behind him stood a warrior from the Qin family, an eighth-grade master. His cold, unyielding gaze swept over the three people in the study as he pulled his bloodied sword free and kicked the butler’s body aside.
Fixing his eyes on Liu Zhong and Liu Xinyao, he spoke in an icy tone. “Liu Zhong. Liu Xinyao. The young master invites you.”