Chapter 5: Qin Father

The old man's temples bulged high, his entire body's Spiritual Qi surged joyfully, and he ran with all his might. His white long robe fluttered in the air, his Aura astonishing.

"Martial Master Realm!"

Someone in the Qin Family crowd exclaimed.

"Save me!" Zhao Kuo, who was still being slapped by Qin Ming, shouted loudly.

Watching the old man approach, Qin Ming kicked Zhao Kuo toward him.

The old man quickly caught Zhao Kuo as he flew toward him, looked at Qin Ming with a stern expression, and sneered:

"Junior, didn't I tell you to stop?"

"You old thing with no dignity, who do you think you are? Just because you tell me to stop, I should stop? Do you think you are my grandson?"

Qin Ming said disdainfully.

The old man handed Zhao Kuo to a nearby Zhao Family Servant, his Spiritual Qi surging as he said coldly:

"Sharp-tongued brat, I'd like to see if your methods are as impressive as your mouth."

The old man was someone sent by the Zhao Family Head to secretly protect Zhao Kuo; his identity was Zhao Kuo's clan uncle.

Just now, he had been standing a bit too far away and hadn't expected anyone in the Qin Family to actually dare to take action. In a moment of carelessness, Zhao Kuo had been beaten into a pig's head. He didn't know how the Family Head would punish him upon returning, and thinking of this, his hatred for Qin Ming grew even greater.

The old man flashed through the Void Realm, appearing instantly before Qin Ming, and struck a palm toward Qin Ming's chest. The palm carried the sound of wind, which the Qin Family crowd could hear from afar.

"Slap!"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Ming. The figure was tall, wearing a brown long robe, the hem of which danced in the wind. The violent fluctuation of Spiritual Qi on his body caused the Zhao Family members to involuntarily take two steps back.

"Father!" Qin Qing shouted loudly.

"Clan Chief." The Qin Family crowd also bowed respectfully.

The man blocking in front of Qin Ming was the Qin Clan Chief, at the Peak of the Martial Master Realm.

The figure waved his hand without turning his head, his gaze fixed on the old man in front of him, and he said indifferently:

"What? Has the Zhao Family Elder grown more childish as he aged? To actually bully a junior, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Qin Ming stood behind his father, saying nothing, just quietly watching the tall figure before him.

He had long known that his father was hiding nearby, watching the farce unfold.

Even if his father hadn't intervened, he could have easily defeated the Zhao Family Elder. However, he didn't want to expose his strength yet, so he had intentionally let his father step in.

"Good, good, good!"

The old man said the word 'good' three times in a row, then said viciously: "It seems the Qin Family no longer wants to survive in Liu City, to actually dare to beat the Zhao Family's young master. Let's go!"

After speaking, the old man took the group and disappeared from everyone's sight. Right now, he was no match for the Qin Family Head; a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him, so it was best to leave first.

"Qin Ming, come with me to the study."

After the Zhao Family people left, the Qin Family Head said sternly.

"Yes!" After saying this, Qin Ming followed his father into the Qin Family estate.

His younger sister, Qin Qing, looked at her brother with worry. She knew that this time, Qin Ming had caused trouble because of her.

Wanting to plead for her brother, yet fearing her stern father, she couldn't help but stand hesitant in place.

Qin Family, Head's study.

The Qin Family Head, Qin Yuan, looked at the Qin Ming before him, who seemed somewhat different from the past. He was a bit surprised, but even more delighted. However, Qin Yuan still maintained his fatherly dignity, his face stern as he said indifferently:

"Qin Ming, do you know how much trouble you caused today?"

In the past, Qin Ming was most afraid of being lectured in the study, always acting timid and submissive. But now, he stood there neither humble nor pushy, confident, his eyes like an abyss, his chest filled with strategy.