Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1311 1311: A Single Sunflower Seed

Yu Zhaohe let out a cold laugh and said with contempt, "Overestimating yourself."

"Boom!"

Their fist and palm collided head‑on. A terrifying storm swept out, and the flagstones on the ground directly exploded into fragments.

Li Ran gave a muffled groan and was flung backward. With a bang, the ground under his feet exploded under the impact, spiderweb cracks spreading out.

Yu Zhaohe merely swayed a little, looking at Li Ran with utter disdain. "The gap in Cultivation—how could you make it up just by fighting with your life on the line?"

Li Ran's gaze was ice‑cold. "A son's murder must be avenged. Even if I, Li, am not your match, I must at least try. Even when I go down below, I'll still have the face to see my child who was killed by your Sword Sect."

"Then go down and see your child." Murderous intent flashed in Yu Zhaohe's eyes as he charged straight at Li Ran.

Seeing this, Chen Zhengrong pointed at Jing Wuyan and shouted, "Capture Jing Wuyan alive. Don't leave a single one of the rest!"

The two sides were already at sword's edge.

With Chen Zhengrong's order, the Sword Sect people all drew their Longswords and charged to kill.

"Young Master Jing, we'll escort you out."

One of Li Ran's men shouted, drew his sword, and rushed forward to meet them.

"Young Master, find a chance to leave." Mo Xiao looked at Jing Wuyan, then nodded and rushed straight into the fray.

In an instant, both sides clashed into a chaotic melee, fighting so fiercely the mountains crumbled and the earth split.

"Jing Wuyan, are you going to surrender with your hands tied, or do you want this young master to personally take you down?"

Jing Wuyan sneered. "You're already that old and still calling yourself 'young master'? Are all Sword Sect people this shameless?"

Chen Zhengrong was at least over forty and still pushing upward.

Chen Zhengrong's eyes darkened. "You're at death's door and still spouting off here. Once you fall into my hands, I'll rip out your tongue."

As his words fell, his sword came out of its sheath. Sword Qi roamed as he flashed toward Jing Wuyan like lightning. The Longsword was like a Poison Snake flicking its tongue, carrying a hissing sound as it ripped through the air, thrusting straight for Jing Wuyan's throat.

Jing Wuyan gave a cold laugh. With that strike, Chen Zhengrong exposed his Cultivation—only Nascent Soul Great Perfection, the same Cultivation as his own. With just this level, he dared to be so arrogant? Utterly laughable.

Jing Wuyan reached back and took out a pair of black steel claws, putting them on both hands.

Netherworld Claw.

Jing Wuyan's figure flickered as he met Chen Zhengrong head‑on.

"Clang, clang…!"

The steel claws and sharp sword clashed, sparks flying in all directions. The ringing of metal on metal sounded endlessly, deafening to the ears.

"Swish, swish…!"

Jing Wuyan grabbed in midair, layer upon layer of Claw Shadow stacking together, directly shrouding Chen Zhengrong.

Chen Zhengrong's face changed drastically. His Longsword danced so densely that not even wind could pass through, layers of Sword Qi erupting outward.

"Bang, bang…!"

Explosions sounded continuously as a storm swept out.

Their Cultivation was on par; for a time, it was hard to determine a victor.

However, Chen Zhengrong's gaze turned vicious, his features twisted. Jing Wuyan was far younger than him, yet his Cultivation matched his own. This drove him mad with jealousy.

The battle was fierce. All the plants, rocks, and ancient trees in front of the main hall were destroyed, the ground blasted into a pockmarked ruin.

However, the key to this battle lay with Li Ran and Yu Zhaohe.

"Boom!"

Li Ran and Yu Zhaohe clashed again, completely head‑on. A terrifying storm frenziedly swept out.

Li Ran gave a muffled grunt, his whole body flung out as a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although their Cultivation differed by only half a step, their combat power was worlds apart. If Li Ran had no trump card, he was no match for Yu Zhaohe at all.

Yu Zhaohe's face was full of cold smiles. "Li Ran, I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces. Once you're down below, I wonder if that dead ghost of a son of yours will still be able to recognize you."

Li Ran's gaze was utterly frigid, his face full of killing intent. "Even if I die, I'll rip a chunk of flesh off you."

Yu Zhaohe's words completely enraged Li Ran. His son's death was his reverse scale.

Yu Zhaohe's face was likewise full of killing intent.

The two of them stared deathly at each other, and even the others subconsciously paused. If they were not mistaken, this next clash between Li Ran and Yu Zhaohe would decide the outcome.

Li Ran's back arched slightly, like a leopard coiling to pounce.

But just then, a few leaves fluttered down from midair, landing right between the two of them.

When everyone looked carefully, they realized these were not leaves at all, but sunflower seed shells.

How could sunflower seed shells be falling from the sky?

Everyone instinctively looked up, and their breathing stalled almost at the same time.

Not only that, there was now a figure in the air—handsome to the point of demonic, dressed in black, sitting atop a patch of Purple Cloud, leisurely cracking sunflower seeds, looking for all the world like he was watching a show.

Jing Wuyan and Mo Xiao opened their mouths, faces full of surprise and delight. They hadn't expected Qin Yi to appear.

Qin Yi looked down and smiled. "You all keep fighting. Don't mind me."

Chen Zhengrong's gaze turned sinister. He couldn't tolerate anyone more arrogant than him. This was a life‑and‑death duel here, and this guy was treating it like playing house, actually kicking back to watch the show.

"Who are you? Get lost right now, or you die with them."

Qin Yi looked at Chen Zhengrong in surprise. "You talking to me?"

Chen Zhengrong gave a feral grin. "Don't feel flattered. Hurry up and scram."

Qin Yi: "…"

Damn, this guy's pretending has reached another Realm.

He lowered his head, sifted through the sunflower seeds in his palm, picked out a shriveled one, then looked at Chen Zhengrong and smiled slightly, flicking his finger.

A tiny sunflower seed turned into a streak of cold light in Qin Yi's hand, flashing across the air in an instant.

Before Chen Zhengrong could react, with a clang, the Longsword in his hand was directly snapped in two. The shock made him retreat several steps, his arm clutching the half‑sword trembling violently, the web between thumb and forefinger torn open, blood gushing out.

Everyone was struck with fear.

A tiny sunflower seed actually possessed such terrifying power.

No, it should be said this person's Cultivation was unfathomable—a tiny sunflower seed in his hand carried the force of ten thousand catties.

Chen Zhengrong stared fixedly at Qin Yi. "I am the great‑grandson of Chen Miao, Seventh Elder of the Sword Sect. Who are you?"

Qin Yi's eyes were mocking as he said playfully, "What? Planning to use your grandpa and the Sword Sect to threaten me?"

Chen Zhengrong shouted, his voice fierce but hollow, "I don't care who you are, but I advise you not to muddy these waters. It won't do you any good!"

"A mere Nascent Soul Realm bug, barking his head off in front of me—you really make it seem like the Sword Sect has no one left." Qin Yi picked another sunflower seed and flicked it.

"Whoosh!"

A tiny sunflower seed actually stirred up a sonic boom.

"Careful!" Yu Zhaohe cried out in alarm.

But it was too late. With a puff, a bloody hole opened up at the center of Chen Zhengrong's brows, a line of blood spraying from the back of his head.

A tiny sunflower seed had directly pierced through Chen Zhengrong's skull.

Chen Zhengrong's eyes didn't even have time to close. His face was full of terror and disbelief, as if he couldn't accept that he'd been killed by a tiny sunflower seed.

"Bang!"

His corpse hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The sound of the body falling was like a heavy hammer slamming into everyone's chest, startling their hearts into missing half a beat, their faces full of horror.

Even Jing Wuyan and Mo Xiao were the same. They knew Qin Yi was strong, but they hadn't expected him to be this strong—to one‑shot a Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection cultivator with a single sunflower seed. It was terrifying.