Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 743 - 745: The Profligate Son of the Qian Family, Utterly Absurd

Chapter 743 -745: The Profligate Son of the Qian Family, Utterly Absurd

“Success!” Qin Muye moved his body a bit, it was his first replacement, but he felt nothing.

“It’s just that this vast family fortune is about to decline.”

Looking at the pavilions and towers of the great family, Qin Muye couldn’t help but sigh, the person he replaced was called Qian Tu, a name with a rather good meaning.

Although the guy was a profligate, an expert at indulging in pleasures, and had not yet succeeded in contracting a Spiritual Beast, as long as his parents were alive, it would not be a problem for him to live this way for a lifetime.

But the problem was that his parents were dead, the news hadn’t been released yet, and it was expected to take another three to five days.

This was precisely why Qin Muye said that the Qian Family was about to decline, because Qian Tu’s parents were just a step away from becoming Scattered Immortals and Spirit Masters of the newly risen Qian Family, the mainstays of the family. Once gone, the Qian Family would become a piece of succulent meat.

Although a Scattered Immortal was nothing much in the Spirit Realm, it was already more than enough for this small county town.

After all, it was just a minor place, not the bustling areas of the Great Spirit Dynasty, akin to the protagonist’s starting small city in a story.

The dynasty that ruled the entire Spirit Realm was called Great Spirit, and the ninth-tier Spirit Master was the Great Spirit Emperor himself, because he had enough power to suppress these noble families.

“At most three days, it looks like I need to think of a way to transfer the properties first. I didn’t expect my first task upon arrival would be something so drastic.”

The Qian Family could be saved, but Qin Muye didn’t want to save it; in fact, it was better for it to fall. Even for Qian Tu, the members of the Qian Family were no good.

Reviewing Qian Tu’s memories, becoming a debauchee was inextricably linked to those uncles, aunts, and honorary aunts.

As Spirit Masters, Qian Tu’s parents made the Qian Family a newly risen noble family, but because the family had shallow foundations, they spent most of their time outside, fighting and striving to enhance the family’s legacy.

Meanwhile, the less powerful relatives took care of the household and, well, everyone has a hidden agenda.

So they spoiled Qian Tu, but for their own offspring, they siphoned resources from the Qian Family for cultivation, having already reached the Fourth Realm of the Mortal Realm, whereas Qian Tu’s parents were just at the Ninth Realm.

Normally, if Qian Tu wanted to cultivate, those uncles and aunts would guide him towards pleasure and squandering money, luring him with various means.

“With this situation, no wonder he hasn’t even reached the First Realm of the Mortal Realm.”

Without the Spirit Manipulation Technique, how could one cultivate?

Every time he went to ask, it was either evasiveness or a change of topic, mentioning some new entertainment, and so Qian Tu was confused and probably ridiculed by many people outside.

In the past, this would definitely not be good news, but now it was uncertain, for an innocent man is guilty once he holds a gem.

With the death of Qian Tu’s parents, the Qian Family would lose its mainstay and would sooner or later be liquidated.

And who would be settled with? Surely, it would be his uncles and aunts, could it possibly be Qian Tu?

In this county, who didn’t know that Qian Tu was just a debauchee who only knew how to spend money and couldn’t cultivate?

If someone targeted him, they wouldn’t be able to take the Qian Family’s assets, but if they wanted those assets, the best way would actually be to support this Qian Tu, to drain the Qian Family in his name, rather than killing Qian Tu.

And then, with Qin Muye transferring the family fortune in advance, and those uncles and aunts taking the blame for him, it would be perfect.

Who would suspect an imbecile debauchee?

“Young Master, Young Master Wang from the Autumn Water Lounge invites you to watch Miss Ruhua play the flute,” a servant walked in and said with a fawning tone.

“…” Qin Muye was speechless, that was a bit too much to handle.

It must be said that despite being a debauchee, he really knew how to enjoy himself.

But such indulgence was not a good thing; after all, too much play could lead to a deficiency in spirit, and he was merely a mortal to begin with — it seemed the uncles within the Qian Mansion were set on ruining Qian Tu’s future.

With such a deficiency, in the future, even reaching the First Realm of the Mortal Realm would be impossible, let alone achieving anything significant while indulged in the pleasures of the sensual world.

“I’m not going, just say I’m not feeling well recently,” Qin Muye immediately refused, for he still had to transfer his property.

The servant was startled, what kind of response was that?

“Young Master, how about I go ask the Elder Master for a Yang-Enhancing Pill for you? One pill and you’ll be bursting with life,” the servant hurriedly suggested.

Despite its name, the Yang-Enhancing Pill wasn’t for virility. Instead, it was a proper cultivation resource that ordinarily wouldn’t have ended up in Qin Muye’s hands. But if Qin Muye was reluctant to indulge in pleasures due to health reasons, they would definitely give it to him.

“Don’t bother, that stuff is bitter and unappetizing. Let’s just rest for a couple of days,” Qin Muye waved his hand, indicating the servant should get lost.

This Prince Wang sought to curry favor with his Qian Family, and this servant was even simpler, merely one of those uncles’ men. If he had truly belonged to Qian Tu or his parents, he would never have exploited Qian Tu like this.

The entire Qian Family had long been controlled by these uncles. Otherwise, how could Qian Tu’s parents be unaware of Qian Tu’s true situation?

It was only because Qian Tu was still useful—they needed Qian Tu’s parents to continue being the pillars and acquiring various foundations for them. Otherwise, Qian Tu would probably have been long gone and certainly wouldn’t be alive until now.

“This… Young Master, your health is the priority. I’ll go report to the Elder Master so he can arrange for a doctor to take a look at you,” the servant said, and without waiting for Qin Muye’s response, he ran off.

“Tsk, the Elder Master, huh?” Qin Muye truly acknowledged the servant’s loyalty, only that the object of his devotion wasn’t Qian Tu—it was the Qian Family’s Elder Master, Qian Jingtian.

The name sounded mighty impressive but was actually changed after the Qian Family began to rise to power.

Qian Tu’s parents ranked second in the Qian Family, hence were generally referred to as the Second Elder Master.

Since they were mostly absent from the Qian Family, though Qian Tu’s parents were the Family Head, the actual controllers were this Qian Jingtian and Qian Jindi.

Qian Jingtian was the Elder Master, and Qian Jindi was the Third Elder Master, both jointly managed the Qian Family.

Honestly, Qin Muye didn’t understand why these two dared to pick such domineering names without fear of being murdered the moment they stepped outside.

If it were Qin Muye, he definitely wouldn’t dare to choose such arrogant names—stirring up both Heaven and Earth with a belief in their own supreme status.

As for the reason, Qin Muye indeed knew about it. It was said that they were duped by a Spirit Master who possessed a Spiritual Beast which could reveal the Heavenly Mechanism. They were told that changing to these two names would guarantee the Qian Family’s unrivaled rise as a great clan.

Whether the Qian Family would become an unrivaled great clan, Qin Muye didn’t know, but he was sure these two were laughed at behind their backs.

That so-called Heavenly Mechanism-revealing Spiritual Beast… was completely fake, and everyone wasn’t a fool to not inquire about such a miraculous creature. Their investigation immediately exposed the truth.

These two brothers likely knew about the charade, but, out of face-saving, they pretended ignorance. What else could they do?

Latter on, perhaps they thought those names were genuinely impressive and, although their own strength didn’t match up, after being swindled out of many resources by the Spirit Master, they would be at a loss not to use them.

“Nephew Tu, are you okay? I heard you were ill and even stopped going to Autumn Wind Pavilion,” a middle-aged man rushed over anxiously, this person was Qian Jingtian. To him, if Qian Tu didn’t frequent Autumn Wind Pavilion, he must be seriously ill; otherwise, why would he say such a thing?

“Hmm, recently I’ve just felt bored. The girls at Autumn Wind Pavilion are all the same,” Qin Muye said disinterestedly.

Hearing this, and after a glance at Qin Muye’s complexion, Qian Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief. So it wasn’t that the prodigal son had turned over a new leaf, he had merely grown tired of the place.

“Ai, it’s my fault, nephew. But don’t worry, I’ll immediately have Autumn Wind Pavilion bring in some fresh faces. They’ll be completely new,” Qian Jingtian said hastily. To cater to Qian Tu’s life of debauchery, the Qian Family had their hands in everything, from restaurants to brothels, throughout the county city.

“Really!” Qin Muye appeared slightly interested.

“Would I lie to you? I’m your great uncle, after all. When have I ever deceived you?” Qian Jingtian said with animation.

“That’s true. Just don’t make me wait too long,” Qin Muye said then and there.

What Qian Jingtian said was indeed the truth. He spared no effort in encouraging Qian Tu to indulge in hedonistic pursuits. Whatever Qian Tu wanted, Qian Jingtian got for him, doting on him more than one would a blood son.

“Alright, since Autumn Wind Pavilion bores you, how about going out for drinks and gambling? A new establishment has opened in the west of the city, seems quite interesting. Come, let’s go and spend freely,” Qian Jingtian pulled out a stack of silver notes from his pocket.

Looking at this scene, Qin Muye was almost speechless. Clearly not interested in learning anything good, they were guiding him in that very direction.