Chapter 1: The Crippled Father and Son (2/2)

At this moment, a voice filled with ridicule suddenly echoed as several young men and women just so happened to walk by.

An insolent and condescending voice howled with ear-piercing laughter, “What genius? Right now he’s nothing more than a cripple. Oh, wait—that’s wrong, it’s two cripples! The father and son are both cripples that can’t cultivate, hahaha!”

Qin Yu angrily turned around with an icy cold gaze. His fists were clenched as he glared at the people walking by.

The one who took the lead was a long-faced youth named Qin Mu. Back when Qin Yu was still a genius, he would always try to curry favor whenever he saw him. Now that Qin Yu had become a cripple, he immediately turned hostile and became the first to jeer and humiliate Qin Yu’s family.

Qin Mu saw Qin Yu’s clenched fists and a disdainful sneer formed on his face. “What? Genius, you want to fight with this young master? Alright ah, come. I promise I won’t beat you to death. Instead, I’ll just beat you into idiocy, hahaha! You still think you’re a genius huh, you trash!”

“You’re courting death!” Qin Yu almost instinctively spat out those three words as an overbearing, tyrannical aura emanated from his body. His killing intent surged, charging towards Qin Mu. In that split second, he seemed to have become a different person, unexpectedly dominating the group of youths.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but take a step back, staring at Qin Yu with incomparable amazement. How did Qin Yu get such a dreadful aura?

He knew Qin Yu very well. When Qin Yu was still a genius, he never had such a domineering aura.

But this aura wasn’t just something that could be formed in just a short amount of time; it could only be created after a great number of kills and experience.

“Yu’er, don’t cause trouble.” Mother Qin grabbed Qin Yu and turned around to face Qin Mu’s group, rising slightly to politely say, “Young Masters and Misses, we don’t want to cause trouble so I beg you to please let us go.”

“Ahem, seeing you get up to plea for leniency, I’ll let you two off just this once. But next time, if you dare to still act so unbridled in front of this young master, don’t blame me for bullying a cripple. Let’s go!” Qin Mu seized the opportunity to extricate himself and left behind a ruthless sentence before arrogantly bringing his group along and leaving. If he let people see that he got scared of a cripple, then he would definitely lose a large amount of face. 3

“Hmph, just a group of scum!” Qin Yu snorted coldly and turned around to enter the cottage.

Behind him, Mother Qin watched his back as she thought about what had happened earlier. For a moment, she almost had the misconception that he wasn’t her Yu’er.

“What am I thinking? Who else could he be other than my son? Ai, I reckon that hoping encounters with the main family will change is only indulging in a flight of fancy.” Mother Qin shook her head and quickly followed him into the cottage.

In the evening, Qin Yu sat on his wooden bed and recalled the three months he was in the Qin Family. He always had this strange and odd feeling. He sensed that he wasn’t a Qin Family member, but he wasn’t sure of his true identity.

With regards to martial arts, these past few days he went to the practice arena to see the so-called experts compete. Their strikes all seemed very ferocious, but somehow he felt as if they were like two children play-fighting. How the hell was that still called martial arts?

How come he had such a feeling? Could it be that he was once an ultra-powerful expert?

Qin Yu thought about these problems and unconsciously entered the land of dreams.

1. Ai = Sigh indicating weariness or disappointment

2. used to belittle women for their poor knowledge and short-sightedness.

3. Having “face” in Chinese is equivalent to having dignity, prestige or pride. So if you’re “losing face,” it means that your dignity or pride is being disregarded.