Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes as a man beat a woman, who was covered in blood, but the man didn't stop.
"It's your good fortune that I took a liking to you! You dared to bite me, dared to run! Run! I'll beat you to death today! Even if you kneel and beg me now, I don't want you anymore. I only took a liking to you on a whim, but now I don't want you anymore. You dared to bite me, I'll kill you..."
No one dared to watch, all keeping their distance. The woman was incredibly weak, and for some reason, she saw Qin Chuan.
She struggled to crawl towards him, unsure if he would help her, but she had no other choice.
She didn't even hold out much hope; it was just instinct.
The man seemed to notice Qin Chuan as well, looking up at him. Qin Chuan was stunned when he saw the man.
Long Yuanchong!
No, so many years had passed; even if Long Yuanchong was young, he couldn't be this young. And Qin Chuan realized this young man wasn't Long Yuanchong.
Although he looked very much like Long Yuanchong, at least like the Long Yuanchong Qin Chuan knew, they were almost identical.
Qin Chuan knew he should be looking for his junior brother soon, and this man was definitely related to Long Yuanchong.
However, this young man was far too arrogant and domineering, causing Qin Chuan to frown slightly.
"Who are you? Standing here waiting to die?" the young man said displeasedly to Qin Chuan.
Everyone else kept their distance upon seeing him. This was the young master of the Martial Medicine Sect, a sect not to be trifled with. This young master was notorious for his spoiled nature and was the number one bully here.
No one dared to provoke him, not because he was powerful, but because of the powerful people behind him. Who was behind him? The Martial Medicine Sect. The Martial Medicine Sect's accumulated foundation was simply too deep.
Even without the Martial Medicine Sect's intervention, many people wanted to step forward to curry favor with this young master, as it was a way of befriending the Martial Medicine Sect.
It all started when someone couldn't stand it and tried to attack, but a powerful family intervened and crippled him. The young master of the Martial Medicine Sect was naturally grateful, and the powerful family received a favor from the sect.
This was the beginning. Later, many scions of powerful families would seek out the young master of the Martial Medicine Sect, offering him good things and fun activities, catering to his tastes. Gradually, the young master of the Martial Medicine Sect gained more and more friends.
Many people also helped the young master of the Martial Medicine Sect on several occasions. Slowly, over time, this young master reached his current level.
Qin Chuan frowned slightly, but still spoke: "Who is Long Yuanchong to you?"
Now Qin Chuan was certain that this young man was related to Long Yuanchong, but he disliked this kind of纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled, dissolute young man) and inhumane person.
This made Qin Chuan even more annoyed with Long Yuanchong. Even though Long Yuanchong had once given Qin Chuan a fatal sword strike, Qin Chuan still considered him his junior brother, like a younger brother.
Therefore, he had a great deal of forgiveness towards him, especially as time passed. He used to hate him intensely, but later, the hatred wasn't as great as he had imagined.
Over the years, it had almost faded from memory, but it was still a knot in his heart. If he encountered it again, he would definitely have to untie it.
The young man frowned, looking at Qin Chuan coldly, and said, "How dare you mention my father's name?"
Qin Chuan had guessed the young man's identity, but now that it was confirmed, his expression was still somewhat moved. They
were finally going to meet. How long had it been? Decades, almost a century. They were once like family, but now, with the passage of time, many things that were once important would slowly fade .
Back then, Qin Chuan had very few family members. His junior brother, Long Yuanchong, was definitely one, and his junior sister was another, and they were very, very close, like brothers and sisters.
But now that he had found family, had a wife and children, many things had faded without him realizing it, but that obsession remained.
This could not be extinguished.
"Save me, save me..." the woman said weakly.
Qin Chuan saw the woman crawl to his side, squatted down, and used needles to treat her wounds, sprinkling golden wound powder on them.
"You dare interfere when I'm about to kill someone? Believe me, you'll die a horrible death!" the young man said, seeing Qin Chuan's actions.
*Slap!
* Qin Chuan slapped him hard, knocking out his teeth.
"Even Long Yuanchong wouldn't dare speak like that to me." Qin Chuan's oppressive aura swept over, instantly causing the young man to sit on the ground, his face pale.
"You dare hit me? You actually dared to hit me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?" the young man said in disbelief.
A series of footsteps approached, and a group of people surrounded Qin Chuan.
"How dare you! You actually dare to hit Young Master Long! You're tired of living! Beat him! Break all four of his limbs first!" a middle-aged man shouted angrily.
Qin Chuan frowned, then stood up and walked over.
Qin Chuan's cultivation was now very high, and his steps carried a certain divine aura of the Great Dao. Every step was natural and effortless, each step feeling like a blow to their hearts.
*Pfft!
* The man who was about to break Qin Chuan's limbs coughed up blood, collapsing to the ground, his face deathly pale, staring at Qin Chuan in terror.
*Crack! Crack!*
Qin Chuan stomped on the man's limbs, breaking them all. He always preferred to retaliate against those who tried to break his limbs.
Young Master Long was terrified; blood trickled from his mouth, teeth fell out, and half his face swelled up like a pig's head. "
Make way! Make way!
Sect Master Long is here!"
A flurry of voices rang out. Hearing the sect master's arrival, many people made way, while Qin Chuan had already treated the woman's injuries.
Looking up in one direction, he saw several people approaching.
The man at the head was elegant and noble, his steps light and rhythmic, his aura powerful, his brows possessing both gentleness and sharpness.
Especially that sharpness, extremely intimidating, yet softened by a touch of gentleness, making him appear even more dignified.
Long Yuanchong.
Although they hadn't seen each other for so many years, Qin Chuan could immediately recognize this as his junior brother, Long Yuanchong.
Long Yuanchong looked at Qin Chuan, and upon seeing him, his usually impassive face changed dramatically, becoming incredibly complex, displaying joy, surprise, fear, confusion,
and helplessness—an indescribable expression. Qin Chuan, meanwhile, was deeply moved.
Long Yuanchong recognized Qin Chuan immediately, staring at him, speechless.
"Father, Father, you must avenge me! It was him, he hit me! Kill him! Kill him!" Seeing his father, the young master Long seemed to have found his anchor, shouting loudly.
"Senior brother, you still came. Are you alright?" Long Yuanchong ignored his son and spoke softly to Qin Chuan.