Chapter 172: There Is No Sorrow Greater Than a Dead Heart

Qin Ming did not feel as relaxed and carefree inside as he sounded.

The Wang Family had plotted against his Qin Family more than once or twice, and they had even poisoned the Ouyang Family head. If not for his detoxification pill, the Ouyang Family head would likely have died already.

This grudge, Qin Ming was determined to avenge.

Thinking of the Ouyang Family head, Qin Ming wondered if the Ouyang Family head's poison had been neutralized. How was the recovery going?

"Father, things here have come to an end, and there isn't much I can do to help. I would like to represent the Qin Family and pay a visit to the Ouyang Family," Qin Ming said, cupping his hands.

Nodding, Qin Yuan said, "You should indeed pay the Ouyang Family head a visit. Although his poison has been neutralized, it seems he is still bedridden. He has walked through the gates of death this time, and our Qin Family should offer our condolences. You may go!"

Qin Ming immediately cupped his hands and headed towards the Sima Family.

In the inner courtyard of the Liu City Sima Family residence, an old man lay on a bed, with a young girl sobbing softly by his side.

"Xiaoxiao, don't cry. Isn't Father alright?" The old man looked at his youngest daughter and sighed.

Hearing this, the young girl raised her head and said, "Dad, do you know you almost lost your life? If it weren't for Master Qin Ming, you would have… you would have…" As she spoke, the young girl began to sob again.

The old man held the young girl's hand and sighed, "I have toiled for the Ouyang Family for most of my life and raised four sons, but I never imagined that all four sons would be beasts. Only my youngest daughter is my reliance. If not for you, I would probably be gone."

As the Ouyang Family head, having controlled the entire Family for so many years, he knew everything that had happened the moment he woke up.

Moreover, Elder Qing had explained the situation to him. Although he didn't want to admit it, reality forced him to acknowledge that he had lived a truly failed life.

Fortunately, he still had a daughter. If she hadn't gone personally to beg the Qin Family, he probably would never have gotten back up.

"Alright!" The old man patted his daughter's hand and said, "Father is completely fine now, just a bit weak. As a Martial Grandmaster, I am not so easy to kill."

"Father!" The daughter looked at her old father lying on the bed and called out.

She knew that her father was not weak because of the poison anymore. As one at the Grand Martial Master Realm, once the poison was neutralized, he should have recovered within half a day.

The reason he was still weak and powerless now was entirely because his sons had disappointed him so much. There is no sorrow greater than a dead heart.

"There is no one to carry on the legacy! No one to carry on the legacy!" The Ouyang Family head sighed again.

The saddest thing in life is nothing more than a son killing his father.

"I have never treated them unfairly in my life. I have poured all my efforts into every son, but unfortunately, they are all incompetent in both literature and martial arts."

"Do I not want to step down? If they had even half of Qin Ming's ability, I could die now and face our ancestors with peace of mind."

The Ouyang Family head said, hating that they couldn't live up to his expectations, "Why does our Ouyang Family need to keep a low profile? Why have I chosen to remain uninvolved in worldly affairs? It is all because of those incompetent sons."

"If they were capable, would my Ouyang Family need to keep our light hidden?"

How could he not want the Ouyang Family to develop? But these sons couldn't even hold onto the current Family business; what would be the point of the Ouyang Family developing further?

It would be better to just peacefully guard this small plot of land and teach his sons well, hoping to find a qualified heir among them.

"Forget it, let's hand the Family over to your uncle!" After thinking it over, the Ouyang Family head finally said.