Chapter 0003: The Overpowering Father

  Qin Lianshan actually didn't go far, but sat quietly alone in the ancestral hall of the manor. He sat for three days and two nights.

  For these three days and two nights, he did only one thing, and that was doing it continuously.

  Sharpen your sword!

  This ancestral spear, with a cold and frosty aura like the moon, has witnessed the rise and fall of Qinjiazhuang for hundreds of years. It has drunk the blood of countless strong men, and is now placed in the ancestral hall to be worshipped, carrying an unparalleled significance of inheritance.

  Every time the family is in trouble, the Qin family's children will use this ancestral spear to support the family's hope, kill a bloody road, and fight out the family's prestige.

  Qin Lianshan dismissed all his servants and did not allow anyone to disturb him, focusing on grinding this large spear.

  The son was sent alive to the Wutong Temple, but what was brought back was almost a cold corpse. The doctor had at least ten or so, and after finishing the pulse, they all looked embarrassed and handed over a sentence: Prepare for the funeral.

  What's next?

  If the son dies, the family's incense will also be cut off. What else can be said about the aftermath of the Qin family?

  Qin Lianshan was too lazy to think about the consequences, and for three days and two nights while his son was in a coma, he only had one thought - revenge, revenge!

  With the ancestral spear, kill the murderer who killed his son, and wipe out his whole family!

  Qin Lianshan was a poor clan leader in Donglin Town. At the age of 32, he had his only son, Qin Wushuang.

  In this world, for a noble family to have no male heir is an unthinkable thing. It's not an exaggeration to call it a disaster.

  At that time, Qin Lianshan had been married for six years and only had a daughter named Qin Xiu. Unfortunately, the outside world was filled with rumors and gossip.

  "Even if mountains and seas are connected, our descendants' incense offerings can't be connected. What's the use of connecting anything?"

  "This Qin family, one generation is not as good as the next, the next 'family product', their Qin family's humble status, I'm afraid it will be hard to maintain."

  "Haha, I heard that the Qin family from a hundred years ago was quite a prominent household. Who would have thought that the 'family reputation' which is evaluated every twenty years, actually drops one level each time, and has dropped two levels in a row? I reckon by the next evaluation, they'll really become commoners just like us."

  Some of these words were whispered behind his back and passed on to his ears; some were straightforward and unreserved, spoken in front of Qin Lianshan's face without any concealment.

  Later, his wife Tian Niao finally gave birth to a son for him, who was Qin Wushuang. This child carried all the hopes of the Qin family from the moment he was born, but ended up being beaten to death while studying at the Martial Arts Academy!

  His wife died soon after giving birth to their son due to postpartum complications.

  Firstly, he bore the pain of losing his wife in middle age, now he has encountered the calamity of losing his child!

  The son is the only incense of Qin's family, and also the only hope for the revival of the Qin family. Now that the incense has been cut off, the great plan for the revival of the Qin family is shattered in an instant. How can Qin Lianshan not be heartbroken? With a son, the Qin family would have had hope! Without a son, all plans for the family's revival would be empty talk!

  This is not just Qin Lianshan's preference for boys over girls, but the worldly rules of this world are all clearly dominated by males.

  Taking the national "Family Competition" held every 20 years as an example, there are only four years left before it is held again. The result of this Family Competition will determine whether the Qin family can retain its noble status.

  But the first prerequisite for participating in this "family goods" is whether there is a male heir!

  Then come other indicators.

  If there is no son, the incense will be cut off, and everything will be exempt. Everyone knows that a family without a male heir cannot have lasting vitality.

  Qin Lianshan was a proud man, he absolutely did not want the Qin family, which had inherited the incense fire for over 400 years in the Baiyue State, to lose its noble qualifications and be reduced to commoner status under his own hands.

  Although at this time, the Qin family was already the lowest level among the nobility, that is - a humble family.

  Even if it's a humble origin, after all, still retain the noble identity of one seat, with some corresponding rights of nobility, including social status, land, manor, business and so on.

  Once the noble status is also deprived, it will be downgraded to a commoner household. In that case, the Qin family's vast property and business would first change hands and become someone else's possession.

  As a commoner family, they are not qualified to own private property.

  The son died, and all of Qin's family's hopes were instantly turned to ashes!

  Since his enemy had cut off all hope for the Qin family and left them no way out, as a noble, Qin Lianshan only had one thought in mind - to make his enemy pay the same price.

  Qin Lianshan raised his head and saw three eye-catching ancestral teachings hanging above the ancestral hall.

  Those who plot against the property of our Qin clan shall be struck with five times the force.

  Those who plot against me will be struck with ten times the force.

  Those who want to destroy my Qin family will be struck with all my might, and I will show no mercy, even if it means destroying everything!

  The gun head, already polished to a bright shine, emitted a chilling aura that pierced the eyes. The chill in Qin Lianshan's eyes was even more piercing than the gun head.

  Bang! Bang!

  It was already midnight, and outside the ancestral hall, someone was pounding on the door with all their might. Qin Lianshan knew by the sound of the footsteps that it was his trusted aide, Qin Sixi.

  Only Qin Si Xi knew that the clan leader was staying in the ancestral hall.

  Qin Lianshan ignored him, continuing to grind his gun, as if all his heart's blood was poured into this gun, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger and pain in the motion of grinding the gun...

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Qin Sixi pounded on the door with all his might: "Clan leader, clan leader!"

  Qin Lianshan said with a hint of anger: "Si Xi, I've told you before, don't disturb me!"

  "Clan leader, good...good news! Young master, he's...he's come back to life!" Qin Si Xi spoke incoherently, almost shouting with a sobbing tone.

  Bang!

  Qin Lianshan was stunned, his hand gripping the gun handle suddenly felt a wave of weakness, and as soon as he relaxed, the big gun fell to the ground, hitting the whetstone, shooting out sparks.

  "Clan leader, it's true! Young master is alive! The young lady has sent people to find you all over Donglin Town." Qin Si Xi spoke with tears streaming down his face, each sentence piercing Qin Lian Shan's heart.

  "Alive?" Qin Lianshan wanted to stand up, but felt dizzy and stumbled, as if he was in a dream. His son wasn't dead? He's alive?

  Staggering to the door, just about to open it. Suddenly a thought occurred, and stopped in his tracks. Adjusted his disheveled clothes and hat, turned back to reverently pick up the ancestral spear, and put it back in its place of worship.

  After doing all this, Qin Lianshan made a great effort to restrain his excited emotions and slowly opened the door.

  He is the head of a family and father of two children. All emotions, all joys and sorrows can only be expressed within the ancestral hall.

  As he walked out of this door, he had to make a good impression as a head of the clan and a father.

  In front of them, their daughter Qin Xiu ran towards them with a joyful face: "Dad, Dad, my brother didn't die, he's alive!"

  Qin Lianshan looked at his daughter, then at the excited Qin Sixi. His inner turmoil had long been overwhelming, but his expression was as calm as an ancient well without ripples. He lightly murmured a single "en".

  His feet, however, moved swiftly as he hurried towards the mansion.

  "Dad, wait for me!" Qin Xiao couldn't keep up with his father's pace at all.

  "Big sister..." Qin Si Xi called out to Qin Xiu, shaking his head gently at her. "Big sister, don't disturb the clan leader, let him go alone. The clan leader has been sitting here for three days and two nights, he's been suppressing himself for too long!"

  "Fourth Uncle Si, has Father been staying in the ancestral hall all along?" Qin Xiao looked inside with an incredulous expression.

  "Staying put and sharpening the sword."

  Qin You was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood something. She couldn't help but lose her composure, and carefully asked: "Fourth Uncle, Father is sharpening his sword, what does he want to do?"

  "Big sister, this matter must not be mentioned in front of the clan leader. Now that young master has come back to life, all the turmoil is over. This ancestral spear should continue to be worshipped here."

  This loyal old servant has served Qin Lianshan for decades and is most familiar with the patriarch's temperament. He knows that the patriarch is gentle on the outside but firm on the inside. After the young master's incident, the patriarch must have already taken a desperate stance, ready to burn everything to ashes.

  Thank goodness, the young master has finally survived. The Qin family's manor also escaped from the brink of destruction and walked out of the muddy pit.

  Qin's sleeves fluttered as she slightly furrowed her brow, raised her head and saw the ancestral teachings in the ancestral hall, seemingly lost in thought.

  ……

  Wu Xinghe knew who the visitor was as soon as he saw Qin Lianshan. The feeling of being connected by blood and flesh, like a predetermined fate from past to present, was astonishing.

  Qin Lianshan didn't offer any gentle comfort, just a simple glance, yet it clearly outlined the role of a father who had walked out of the depths of despair.

  Is this what they mean by paternal love being as boundless as a mountain?

  Wu Xinghe felt a lump in his throat, with a surge of emotions and warmth.

  It was this gaze that Wu Xinghe felt the weight of Qin Wushuang in this man's heart. He felt all the difficulties and pressures of this family.

  At the same time, he also felt the weight of his new identity on his shoulders, which had once borne such heavy responsibilities.

  Now, the real Qin Wushuang is already dead. These responsibilities have fallen on Wu Xinghe's shoulders without hesitation.

  Take responsibility and face challenges head-on? Or turn a blind eye and ignore the entanglements?

  Sister Qin's genuine and heart-wrenching tears, Father's eyes filled with deep love, seem to have already given all the answers.