Taking Action to Save the Children
In Qingyun Mansion, Qin Changqing suddenly froze mid-play in the courtyard with his children.
Your son Qin Qiming is being pursued by Demonic Path cultivators!!
Your daughter Qin Mengrou is under attack by Demonic Path cultivators!!
Your daughter Qin Mengxue is under attack by Demonic Path cultivators!!
...
A barrage of system alerts flashed wildly, underscoring the dire situation.
Didn't Qiming and the others head to the secret realm for the trial? How could they be attacked by Demonic Path cultivators?!
Did the Demonic Path invade the secret realm?!
Qin Changqing's hairs stood on end, his heart pounding with urgency. Without a second thought, he rushed back to his room, donned his black robe, and activated the teleportation function.
This teleportation will consume 10 years of lifespan.
Proceed?
Teleport!
Qin Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. The system was as reliable as ever—even a secret realm posed no barrier. He'd been a bit worried about such special places before.
A flash of white light, and Qin Changqing vanished.
In the Qingyuan Secret Realm.
Qin Qiming fled breathlessly, glancing back constantly. Those few Demonic Path cultivators clung to him like stubborn plaster, clearly harboring extreme hatred.
Luckily, his flying sword was a top-grade spirit artifact, faster than theirs by a margin. For now, they couldn't catch up.
"Damn it, my spiritual power's almost depleted!"
Despair gripped Qin Qiming.
Am I going to die here? Countless scenes flashed through his mind.
Dad, Mom, Master, Second Sis, Third Sis... and you too, Grandmaster. I'll repay your kindness in my next life!
He whirled around, ready to burn his last scraps of spiritual power in a desperate last stand.
Suddenly, white light blazed before him. A figure materialized at his side—the familiar black robe left Qin Qiming stunned. "Master!" he cried in disbelief.
Qin Changqing's divine sense swept over, grasping his son's condition in an instant. Fury ignited in his heart like roaring flames. He tossed over a bottle of pills. "Get behind me and recover your spiritual power fast!"
"Yes, Master!"
Qin Changqing's arrival steadied Qin Qiming completely, sweeping away his despair. He grinned.
In his eyes, Master was omnipotent—he could hold up the sky itself! Even the sect master couldn't enter this secret realm, yet Master came and went freely. What couldn't he do?
His worship of Qin Changqing had reached blind devotion.
Meanwhile, the Demonic Path cultivators closed in, eyeing Qin Changqing warily.
Who was this guy who popped up out of nowhere? No cultivation level detectable?
A Foundation Establishment cultivator or higher? Impossible—this place bars even Nascent Soul True Lords!
"Who might you be?" the Sword Demon Sect cultivator demanded with a frown.
Qin Changqing glared at these near-murderers of his son, murder boiling in his eyes. No time for chit-chat. With a casual flick of his right hand, nine streaks of purple light burst from his storage pouch, hurtling toward them in a blink.
The men paled in terror, scrambling to cast defenses. But the purple lights ignored all barriers, weaving hundreds of passes in moments.
The Demonic Path cultivators—dead!
Qin Qiming's eyes bulged. He knew Master was strong, but this strong? These guys had seemed powerful to him, yet Master slew them in less than a breath.
"Master..."
Qin Qiming barely started when Qin Changqing gripped his shoulder. "No talking yet. I'll take you somewhere safe."
The pair vanished.
In a corner of the Qingyuan Secret Realm, Qin Changqing and Qin Qiming reappeared—a spot the system had scanned as relatively safe, free of Demonic Path disciples for the moment.
"It's secure here. Stay put, recover your spiritual power. If you meet others, don't mention me."
Qin Changqing instructed.
Qin Qiming didn't even get a thank-you out before Qin Changqing vanished again.
What's Master rushing off for in such a hurry?
Of course Qin Changqing was hurried—this secret realm held thirteen of his children, most in peril.
At another cliffside, Qin Mengxue clutched her bleeding shoulder, blood seeping through her fingers, her face etched with resolute fury.
Opposite her, three Demonic Path cultivators sneered viciously. "Not bad for a little girl. No point struggling. Remember, it was Moon Demon Sect who—"
His words cut off as a purple flying sword pierced his throat.
Not just him—the other two got run through the heart, eyes wide in death.
The corpses thudded down, revealing the black-robed Qin Changqing behind them.
"Senior!"
Qin Mengxue's shock melted into joy, her lips trembling, eyes reddening.
She was still just a girl. Facing death then seeing her repeated savior, emotions overwhelmed her.
Qin Changqing's heart ached at his daughter's teary face.
But no time for talk. He pressed her shoulder, activating teleport.
White light flashed; they appeared near Qin Qiming.
He shoved healing and recovery pills into her hands, gave quick instructions, and left again.
"Senior..." Qin Mengxue whined, a bit aggrieved at his abrupt departure.
Her wounds were serious; she had to compose herself and find a safe spot to heal.
Not far off, she spotted a familiar figure meditating quietly in a corner.
"Big Brother!" Qin Mengxue cried joyfully.
Qin Qiming sensed the approach, leaped up with sword at ready—then beamed. "Third Sis!"
Excitement surged. After a quick catch-up, they learned both had tangled with Demonic Path cultivators.
Per Qin Changqing's orders, neither mentioned him—just lucky escapes.
...
Qin Changqing teleported relentlessly through the secret realm, swiftly rescuing all his children from the Demonic Path's clutches and depositing them near Qin Qiming.
Each teleport cost ten years of life, but Qin Changqing didn't care a whit. This was saving his own kids!
The thirteen siblings reunited in excitement, feeling far more secure.
Entries to the secret realm were random—even for the Demonic Path. Thirteen cultivators made a force not to be trifled with; they could hold their own.
"Big Brother, you're amazing—you even counter-killed Demonic Path cultivators. I could only flee in embarrassment..."
Qin Mengrou said admiringly.
Qin Qiming smiled wryly. "Pure luck. But yeah, we're all blessed with deep fortune—mostly just minor injuries. Lucky breaks in misfortune!"
The others nodded solemnly.
They'd all gotten Qin Changqing's instructions: keep his presence secret.
He'd saved them from peril time and again—not just as a lifesaver, but their benefactor and master.
Besides, his strength was unfathomable, coming and going like a ghost. He might be watching even now. They had to obey!