The charming woman's face was as white as paper, her face was filled with fear, and her delicate body was shaking violently.
She was shaking so hard that the sword blade close to her white neck drew a line of bright red, like cinnabar printed on the snow, which was shockingly beautiful.
"Husband, save me!"
The woman cried with tears, her eyes full of pleading, and she was extremely pitiful.
Di Bin was furious: "You bastard, let her go!"
Qin Xinyao didn't even give him half of her eyes. She pressed it against the woman's ear, like a secret message, but her voice was clearly heard by everyone present:
"What are you begging him for? He can't save you.
You have to beg my uncle, he will definitely save you.
You go to your uncle's house every now and then. The most recent time was on the third day of the Lunar New Year last month, right? You two must have a good relationship. Uncle, are you right? "
When she said the last sentence, Qin Xinyao looked directly at Qin Jianming with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"How did you..."
Qin Jianming stopped immediately as soon as the words came out of his mouth, but these three words blurted out were enough to make the people around him look at him.
He hurriedly turned to Di Bin and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense! This woman is sowing discord and slandering other people's reputations. She really has evil intentions!"
However, Di Bin did not speak. His face was ashen and he stared at the woman restrained by Qin Xinyao.
The woman's eyes dodge, not daring to look at him, unable to hide her guilty look.
Di Bin's face turned even darker.
Qin Jianming felt the hidden glances from around him. He was so angry that he couldn't help but take action.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered faintly, and the murderous intention was directed at Qin Xinyao.
Qin Xinyao's pupils shrank slightly, her hand holding the sword tightened a little more, and the bright red line began to expand.
The woman was completely panicked and said without hesitation: "Brother Jianming! No! She will kill me, please save me, Brother Jianming!"
Now Qin Jianming's expression became wonderful.
Di Bin suddenly turned his head to look at Qin Jianming, anger and fear mixed together, as well as incomparable resentment.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Qin Xinyao laughed and said, "Uncle, she is begging you. You have to be kind to her."
Qin Jianming's face twitched and he glared at Qin Xinyao, furious.
The gathered spiritual energy was ready to go out, and Qin Jianming's eyes showed murderous intent. He raised his hand and stared at Qin Xinyao behind the woman, completely ignoring her.
Qin Xinyao also mobilized the spiritual power in her body to form a layer of tight protection outside her body.
She smiled at Qin Jianming.
This smile was like sparks splashing into a frying pan, and Qin Jianming's murderous intention was completely ignited and out of control.
Violent spiritual power emerged like a tiger, roaring and pounced on the woman and Qin Xinyao.
The spiritual power in Qin Xinyao's body was operating to the extreme, and the surface of her body even glowed with a shimmering light. But the woman had already fainted.
In the midst of lightning and flint, sudden changes occurred.
A huge, majestic pressure enveloped the entire Qin family mansion, like a mountain or a sea, descending on everyone.
Under this pressure, the tiger put away its claws and returned in disgrace, its spiritual power stagnating to the point of being unable to move.
The voice of the ancestor of the Qin family echoed in the sky:
"Within three sticks of incense, all members of the Qin family, except those outside, must rush to the martial arts training ground."
The voice echoed for a long time before dissipating together with the pressure, and everyone could not recover for a long time.
"Hmph." Qin Xinyao snorted softly, then let go of the woman, put away her swords, and walked past Qin Jianming without looking away.
Qin Jianming's forehead had veins popping out. He looked in the direction of the martial arts training ground, fear flashing in his eyes. He shook his sleeves and robe heavily and said: "Let's go!"
Qin Jianming left with the same group of people he came with, leaving only Di Bin and the woman who fainted on the ground.
Di Bin slowly walked to the woman step by step.
He stretched out his hand, grabbed the woman's neck, and lifted her up from the ground.
The woman woke up, her mouth wide open, but she couldn't speak because her neck was pinched. She could only make "ho, ho" sounds from her throat, her eyes bulged, and she was confused and despairing.
"Bitch."
Di Bin gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words. He gradually exerted force on his hand, tightening it bit by bit, as if he was deliberately torturing the other person.
Women are like fishes that have landed on the beach, struggling hard. She scratched the hand on her neck with her nails and kicked Di Bin with her feet, but it was all to no avail.
Her alluring face was twisted in pain, her eyes rolled white, and her tongue stuck out, like an evil ghost.
Finally, the woman's thin neck made an unbearable clicking sound, and her hands fell weakly to her sides. The long torture came to an end.
…
The ancestor of the Qin family slowly glanced at everyone present. He paused for a moment when passing Qin Xinyao, and then turned to Qin Jianming, who was following behind.
His eyes were somewhat meaningful. Qin Jianming lowered his head and cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Everyone," the ancestor of the Qin family faced everyone, "I ordered you to come here to announce something."
There was silence in the place, with pairs of eyes looking expectantly or curiously.
"I decided to arrange three competitions for the younger generation of the Qin family to test you. I want to see who will hand over the future of my Qin family."
The information contained in the ancestor's words made everyone present breathe quickly.
"All the Qin family members under the age of forty must participate in the three competitions."
The ancestor looked around. Everywhere he looked, everyone looked away. Only a few people looked at him proudly, and Qin Xinyao was one of them.
"The first competition will start tomorrow morning."
…
After Qin Xinyao returned, she learned that Di Bin had killed the woman.
No one paid much attention to this matter, as if it was just an ant that died, except Qin Xinyao.
Qin Xinyao was stunned for a moment after learning the news, and curled her lips and said: "It's really an advantage for her to die like this. It's a pity that I couldn't take revenge with my own hands."
"Where's Di Bin?" Jing Yingrong asked.
Qin Xinyao's lips curled up into a smile, "I will try my best not to take his life lightly. And Qin Jianming, I have to take him to see his son."
Jing Yingrong nodded.
Qin Xinyao said: "I took a bit of a risk today, but it was worth it. This way, we don't have to worry about Di Bin and Qin Jianming joining forces."
She thought for a while and said: "The ancestor holds a competition, obviously to select the next head of the family. As one of the chief judges, Qin Jianming may secretly plot a trick. Please help me, Sister Jing, to pay attention."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay." She added: "Would you like to continue repairing?"
Qin Xinyao: "...continue."
She took out another casting stone.
"Just input a little bit of spiritual power..."
Click.
Take out another piece.
"Reduce it some more..."
Click.
"...Can your spiritual power be diluted?"
Qin Xinyao asked without hope, but she didn't want Jing Yingrong to reply: "Okay."
So this time it finally succeeded.
Then, Jing Yingrong followed Qin Xinyao's instructions and used the repairing stone to complete the repair of the two swords.
The two swords, restored as new, gleamed in the sunlight, and their blades were as sharp as autumn water.
Jing Yingrong stared at the "fruits of her labor", unconsciously twitching the corner of her mouth.
The arc was so small that neither she nor Qin Xinyao noticed it.
