Live-in Son-in-law
Chapter 534: Details Determine Success or Failure

Chapter 534: Chapter 534: Details Determine Success or Failure

Murong Qianxun, known as Fairy Qianxun, was blasted into the ground by Qin Yi’s Fist Light, with disheveled hair, her whole body convulsing, blood frothing from her mouth, and her face as pale as paper.

Qin Yi’s gaze was indifferent: "Qin Yi’s friends are not to be touched by you. Don’t seek your own death. Today, I’ll spare your life for the sake of the Vermilion Bird Guardian God. Take care of yourself."

As he finished speaking, Qin Yi suddenly looked at Mo Buwen.

Mo Buwen instantly tensed up, his eyes vigilant. The moment Qin Yi looked at him, he felt as if he were being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast.

"These words apply to you as well."

After Qin Yi said this indifferently, he ignored Mo Buwen and instead turned to embrace Yun Mengyao and soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.

Mo Buwen’s face was so dark it was almost dripping water.

He had always regarded himself highly, claiming to calculate all people and never missing a strategy. But today, his plan was completely disrupted by this mask-wearing man who suddenly appeared.

"I will definitely find out who you are."

Mo Buwen’s voice was cold. But suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he looked sharply into the distance, as a terrifying aura swept in like dark clouds, startling him.

Mo Buwen darted out like lightning, pulling Cheng Ju who was embedded in the stone wall, and soared away in a mad escape.

Not long after he left, the air swirled, and a red light descended.

"Qianxun."

The Vermilion Bird had just returned from Azure Dragon Mountain, and Qin Yi’s death had greatly displeased the Azure Dragon.

The Vermilion Bird was already in a bad mood, sensing a battle happening on Vermilion Bird Mountain from afar, her mood worsened. Who dared to cause trouble on Vermilion Bird Mountain? So she released pressure to deter the scoundrels.

But what she didn’t expect was that her most prized disciple was now sunk into the ground, life and death unknown.

The Vermilion Bird’s eyes flashed with cold light, her fury soaring to the sky. She descended from midair to start treating Murong Qianxun.

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...

Qin Yi sped through the clouds while holding Yun Mengyao.

With his temperament, there was no way he would let Mo Buwen off so easily. Although he didn’t know what his plan was, Qin Yi knew a bit about reading people, and this Mo Buwen was by no means a kind person. Pretending to be Qin Yi’s friend, he probably had no good intentions.

Just as he was preparing to act, he felt a terrible aura, one he was very familiar with—it was the Vermilion Bird.

Even though his cultivation had greatly improved, he still wasn’t confident he could defeat an old master like the Vermilion Bird, who had been famous for decades and was a person who could reach godhood. Who among them was not a dragon among men?

"Impressive act."

Yun Mengyao, who had been silent since Qin Yi’s appearance, suddenly spoke, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

Qin Yi was slightly stunned, lowering his head: "What are you talking about?"

Yun Mengyao sneered: "I said you’re quite the actor, Qin Yi."

Qin Yi’s heart skipped a beat. He had covered his entire face, and during the fight, he hadn’t used the Cangsheng Technique to avoid being recognized. Was Yun Mengyao bluffing him or had she really recognized him?

"What do you mean by that?"

Yun Mengyao looked disdainful, scoffing: "Qin Yi, are you satisfied with yourself? I always believed that good people don’t live long, while evildoers live for a thousand years. How could a great scourge like you die so easily? Others might not recognize you, but don’t I know the smell of scum on you when you show up?"

Qin Yi: "..."

"You bastard, do you know how many people were heartbroken and shed tears upon hearing of your death? Miss Xia fainted on the spot, and your sister cried herself to sleep every day. Duan Yiyi even charged into Vermilion Bird Mountain alone for revenge. If not for Lan Jiaojiao and me arriving just in time, she might already be dead."

Qin Yi’s body trembled violently.

"What? Are you shocked? You donned many obsessions and bore much guilt? Let me tell you, Duan Yiyi went to Vermilion Bird Mountain with a resolve to die. She’s afraid you’d be too lonely down there and wanted to go accompany you."

"When I arrived, she was already on the brink of death, her hand still tightly clutching the small flower carving made of white jade that you gave her. She remains in a coma to this day, her life uncertain. Yet, here you are, pretending to be dead."

"Others may not recognize it, but I’ve seen that ugly storage ring on your hand far too many times."

Qin Yi’s lips pressed tightly together, not expecting the storage ring to have exposed his identity. Indeed, details determine success or failure.

But now, he couldn’t care about this, his voice icy: "You said Yiyi is still in a coma?"

"What? Dropping the act?" Yun Mengyao sneered, "I distracted Murong Qianxun, and Lan Jiaojiao took Duan Yiyi and escaped. I think they should be safe now."

"Was it Murong Qianxun?" Qin Yi’s words were ice-cold.

Yun Mengyao nodded.

Sinister qi surged in Qin Yi’s heart, and he turned to head towards Vermilion Bird Mountain.

"Qin Yi, don’t be reckless. After all, it’s the place where the Vermilion Bird Guardian God resides."

"No matter who it is, anyone who dares to hurt Yiyi, I will kill them." Qin Yi’s words were filled with murderous intent. He regretted not finishing Murong Qianxun earlier.

"If I were you, I’d go back right now to check on Yiyi’s situation. She’s still in a coma. You should figure out a way to wake her first, then think about revenge."

Qin Yi paused, his thin lips forming a line.

"Your family needs you now. You being alive is more important than anything. Revenge can wait, saving Yiyi is the priority."

Qin Yi’s anger brewed, but Yun Mengyao was right. In the end, he gave up on going to Vermilion Bird Mountain to seek revenge on Murong Qianxun.

Murong Qianxun, I’ll let you live a few more days.

Qin Yi had completely set his mind on killing Murong Qianxun.

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...

In the room, Duan Yiyi’s face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, like a flower that could wilt at any moment.

Qin Wan’er used a cotton swab soaked in water to gently moisten Duan Yiyi’s lips, her eyes full of heartache.

Duan Yiyi had been brought back by Lan Jiaojiao, Yin Chen, and Yin Qingyi two days ago. Lan Jiaojiao had met Qin Wan’er before and treated her very well.

Unfortunately, Lan Jiaojiao left before they could even exchange a few words.

Before leaving, Lan Jiaojiao told Qin Wan’er to leave revenge to her.

Xia Yanbing tried to persuade her to stay, but Lan Jiaojiao still left.

"I wonder how the Holy Daughter is now?" Xia Yanbing looked at the comatose Duan Yiyi with pity. This foolish child ran off without a word to avenge Qin Yi, that was Vermilion Bird Mountain.

They had already brought the best doctors, who found nothing wrong with Duan Yiyi’s physical functions, yet she remained unconscious.

Lan Jiaojiao had once said that Duan Yiyi was wholeheartedly following Qin Yi, perhaps sealing her world, not wanting to wake up. Maybe in her dreams, she had already met Qin Yi.

"Sister-in-law, why don’t you rest for a while, I’ll stay here." Qin Wan’er consoled.

Xia Yanbing had been keeping vigil here for several hours. She was pregnant, easily tired, and grief-stricken lately, her face pale and exhausted.