"It can... it can be like this?"
After a long while, Qin Chuan finally accepted all the memories of this body and was left feeling a bit amused and exasperated.
He had traveled through time.
But something was off about this time travel.
Others usually became losers or nobodies.
But he was different.
It seemed he became... the father of a loser?!
"Well, fortunately, still young and pretty handsome."
Qin Chuan looked at the dressing mirror ahead. In the mirror was a man in his twenties, with a tall stature, handsome face, and a faint aura of authority.
In fact.
This body was over thirty years old, but due to cultivation practice, the appearance did not age easily.
It still looks like a young man!
The original owner of this body, also named Qin Chuan, was the patriarch of the Qin Family in Xunyang City, possessing peak Origin Dan realm cultivation.
He also had a son named Qin Zi, who was once a prodigy but in recent years had been afflicted by a strange illness, causing his cultivation to regress, subjecting him to much ridicule.
But despite this.
The previous Qin Chuan still loved his son dearly.
In fact, two days ago, in an attempt to find medicine to cure his son's illness, he ventured into forbidden territory, resulting in the shattering of his Origin Dan and barely escaping with his life.
And upon returning stripped of cultivation, Qin Chuan was subjected to a palace coup, and his patriarch position was revoked by a family meeting!
The heavy injury to the body, coupled with the coldness of human relations, caused that Qin Chuan to die with resentment, and then he traversed over...
"Ai, old Chuan, our fates are somewhat similar, huh."
Recalling his experiences on Earth, Qin Chuan sighed — fellow sufferers empathize with each other even if they have never met?
But the key is...
I had already jumped off the roof and wrapped up my affairs, but you've handed me another mess, isn't that a bit out of line?!
"Master... Lord, something bad has happened! The young master is in trouble!!"
At this time, a hurried young girl's voice rang out.
"What happened?"
Qin Chuan looked towards the green-clad maid.
This maid's name was Xiao Lian, the only servant left to him after being dethroned as patriarch.
People become indifferent once you're gone, it's nothing more than that.
"Lord, the young master returned from training and was provoked by Qin Meng, and then... he beat Qin Meng!!"
Xiao Lian was slightly out of breath.
Evidently, she was still in shock until now.
Young master Qin Zi not long ago was still in the Body Tempering stage, yet after a few days of training, he defeated the fourth level of the True Essence realm Qin Meng!
It was simply unbelievable.
One must know, the difference between the Body Tempering stage and the True Essence realm is significant.
Even if young master Qin Zi encountered a fortuitous encounter and broke through to the True Essence realm, it wouldn't be possible to leap four levels within a few days, right?
"This... rebel!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He had just traveled over and hadn't even found his footing; now trouble arrived.
Who is Qin Meng?
He is the son of the new patriarch Qin Kuang!
After hitting Qin Meng, surely Qin Kuang would come looking for trouble?
If it were before, he wouldn't be afraid of Qin Meng, but now... his cultivation was completely abolished, how could he compete with Qin Kuang?
Originally, he wanted to lie low for a while.
Now, everything has been turned upside down!!
"Bang—"
And just then, the door was rudely kicked open.
Then, a middle-aged man dressed like a family steward walked in aggressively.
He originally planned to look down on Qin Chuan condescendingly, but upon seeing that dignified face, he subconsciously turned his head away.
After all, this was once the patriarch.
Only two days since his dethronement, his residual prestige was still there.
He took a deep breath, then coldly said, "Qin Chuan, the patriarch summons you to the Martial Arts Arena."
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan sighed.
He didn't expect it to come so quickly.
He glanced at the middle-aged man and said faintly, "Lead the way then."
"You!"
The middle-aged man was somewhat displeased; he thought that the now fallen Qin Chuan would be more polite to him, maybe even humble.
But to his surprise, this phoenix that's lost its feathers was still so arrogant, which made him very unhappy.
However, despite his displeasure, he couldn't say anything, so he could only snort coldly, leading the way ahead.
Soon, the two of them walked away.
"Master..."
Xiao Lian watched Qin Chuan's departing figure, feeling a tinge of sadness, the once high-spirited patriarch, now fallen so low.
...
At the Martial Arts Arena.
A clean and pretty black-clad young man was being pressed to the ground by two middle-aged men, but he didn't struggle.
Instead, with his face pressed against the ground, his eyes stared blankly as tears streamed down, full of sadness and guilt, muttering to himself.
"Impossible, impossible, how could father be crippled, how could father be crippled?"
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!!"
"I don't believe it... sobs, father, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, all because of me..."
His voice started with stubbornness, but gradually turned into sobs, heart-wrenching.
He had wronged his father!
If not for him, how could his father be crippled, how could he lose his position as patriarch?
He caused his father to lose it all!
"Haha, Qin Zi, were you not very powerful just now? Weren't you very arrogant? Why are you now lying on the ground, not moving?"
Next to him, a brawny young man with a red and swollen face glanced at the black-clad youth; he was Qin Meng.
At this moment, Qin Meng's face was full of mockery: "But isn't it ironic, just as the son rids himself of the label of a waste, the father becomes the waste... truly, if you're not part of a family, you wouldn't enter their doors."
"Don't you dare speak of my father!"
Qin Zi's face suddenly twisted fiercely, he yelled in anger, and his whole body surprisingly erupted with a powerful force.
"Bang!!"
The two middle-aged men holding him down were actually sent flying by this force, and then he charged towards Qin Meng.
"You?!"
Qin Meng's face suddenly turned pale, he even forgot to defend.
"Hmph!"
Just then, an overwhelming aura roared over, slamming into Qin Zi's body.
"Puff!"
Qin Zi spat blood, flying backward, landing on the ground, and then turned his head to glare at the person who attacked him.
It was a brawny middle-aged man, somewhat resembling Qin Meng, who was evidently the new patriarch—Qin Kuang!
Qin Kuang looked down at Qin Zi, speaking coldly and authoritatively: "In my presence, how dare you be so arrogant?"
His heart felt slightly cold.
This little brat had broken through again; in just a few days, such a huge change occurred.
Could it be... he obtained some kind of treasure?
Thinking about it, he narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself: "Perhaps I should find an opportunity to dead this little brat..."
"Patriarch, Qin Chuan has arrived."
At this time, a voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, Qin Kuang narrowed his eyes, turning his head to look, and sure enough, saw a familiar figure walking over.
That person had once been his greatest rival, always pressing him, making him feel like a thorn in his throat.
Now... this major threat had finally become a non-threat, and even, he could humiliate freely!
"Father!!"
The fallen Qin Zi upon seeing Qin Chuan, suddenly shouted excitedly, tears once again pouring down.
Qin Chuan looked down.
He saw his bargain-bin son—bloody at the mouth, covered in dust, seeming somewhat pathetic.
He instinctively frowned.
At this moment, Qin Kuang coldly said: "Qin Chuan, your son acted recklessly, injured my son Qin Meng, how do you plan to handle this?"
"Obviously, my son is more severely injured."
Qin Chuan said in a deep voice.
"Hmph, that's his punishment; causing trouble within the family naturally deserves punishment, it's simply public business being handled."
Qin Kuang looked down at Qin Chuan, smirking coldly: "Now that public business is handled, we should also discuss some personal matters."
"What do you want?"
Qin Chuan asked coldly.
"Heh, it's simple! Either have your son kneel and apologize to mine, or... you and I will have a fight!"
Qin Kuang's gaze was piercingly sharp, aggressive.