Empress: I Asked You to Detoxify Me, Not to Become the Supreme Immortal Emperor - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

When the fallen Duan Qianqi pointed at her, Lin Yiyi trembled and shrank back behind Patriarch Lin Zhen, her face pale. She never imagined that the proud and respected Young Master of the Azure Thunder Sect, who was always admired and surrounded by others, would end up in such a pitiful state.

“A worn-out Furnace (dual cultivation vessel) like you, and you think you’re still worth offering to me?” Qin Chuan cast a cold glance at Lin Yiyi hiding behind Lin Zhen, then stomped his foot down again.

“Ahhh!” Duan Qianqi let out another wretched scream of pain.

“I’ll kill you!” In a frenzy from the pain, Duan Qianqi screamed at the Lin family members, “Why are you just standing there?! Help me! If anyone refuses, the Azure Thunder Sect will come knocking, and none of you will escape punishment!”

Faced with his threat, the Lin family members exchanged glances in silence. After a moment, some of them started hesitating. They couldn’t afford to offend the Azure Thunder Sect.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan’s expression turned cold as he said harshly, “It’s better if none of you interfere. But if any of you dare to move, I, Qin Chuan, swear right here—your entire Lin family will die, no one left alive!”

As soon as he spoke, and when they felt his icy gaze sweep over them, the Lin family members shuddered and dared not move a muscle. 

Not long ago, they wouldn’t have cared about a mere Qin Chuan. 

But now, seeing him full of murderous intent with his foot crushing the Young Master of the Azure Thunder Sect beneath him, they were too shocked to defy him.

“A bunch of trash! I’ll make the Azure Thunder Sect—” Duan Qianqi continued to roar, but his voice stopped abruptly. 

Qin Chuan’s foot pressed down hard on his throat, instantly silencing him. Blood gushed out and stained the ground red.

“No!” 

Seeing Duan Qianqi die tragically, the black-robed old man Mo Lao roared furiously, fully unleashing the aura of a Great Profound Master. As his foot stomped down, the stone tiles under him cracked like a spiderweb, and he shot toward Qin Chuan like a cannonball.

“Die!” Mo Lao’s eyes were filled with murderous intent as he raised his palm and struck toward Qin Chuan’s skull. With the Young Master now dead, killing the culprit was the only chance he had of surviving.

“No! Chuan’er, dodge!” Qin Zhantian’s pupils contracted, and he shouted frantically. But just as he was about to rush forward, a bitter taste welled up in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

On the other side, the Lin family members watched with conflicted expressions, convinced that Qin Chuan would be reduced to a mangled corpse. But none of them felt happy about it—in fact, they began to feel deep regret.

“No one can save you now. Even if a Profound Emperor were here, today you must die!” Mo Lao appeared in front of Qin Chuan in a flash. 

A twisted smile formed on his face as he gathered all the power of a Great Profound Master into his palm and brought it down.

“Oh? Is that so?” Qin Chuan slowly looked up, revealing a handsome yet sinister grin.

Suddenly, Mo Lao’s eyes shrank. He sensed an unnatural aura coming from Qin Chuan. Without hesitation, he struck his own chest, vomiting a mouthful of blood, and turned to flee as fast as he could.

This sudden, unpredictable scene stunned everyone present. 

None of them could understand why Mo Lao had just injured himself and then fled in panic.

Profound King? 

Profound Emperor?

Mo Lao was filled with dread. 

In that brief moment, he had sensed a power from Qin Chuan that exceeded even a Great Profound Master. 

He knew that if he had landed that palm, he would’ve died instantly. Now he had only one thought in mind—run!

Watching Mo Lao’s fleeing figure, a mocking smile appeared on Qin Chuan’s lips. In the next moment, his figure moved, chasing after Mo Lao with incredible speed—far faster than even his Shadowstep.

Just as Mo Lao was about to exit through the Lin family’s gate, Qin Chuan appeared like a ghost behind him and slammed his palm down on the back of Mo Lao’s head.

BOOM!

Mo Lao’s head smashed into the ground, creating a deep crater. Due to momentum, his face dragged along the ground for more than ten meters, leaving a long bloody trail.

Before Mo Lao could get up, Qin Chuan took a deep breath and began punching the back of his skull, one blow after another. Blood splattered everywhere.

Thinking of how his bloodline had been extracted and the agony that came with it, Qin Chuan’s heart surged with hatred.

“This punch is for the Patriarch!”

“This one is for the Second Elder!”

“This one is for the Sixth Elder!”

With each shout, Qin Chuan pounded with all his might. His fists moved faster and faster, and his voice became increasingly hoarse.

“This one’s for Da Huang!”

“This one’s for the stone tiles!”

…

It should have been a ridiculous scene, but no one in the Lin family dared laugh. Each of Qin Chuan’s punches landed like a hammer on their hearts, leaving them paralyzed in shock.

After a long while, when Mo Lao was completely and undeniably dead, Qin Chuan finally stood up unsteadily. He shook the red and white matter from his hands, turned around, and began walking back step by step.

“Chuan’er, are you alright?” Qin Zhantian looked at the exhausted Qin Chuan with deep concern.

Qin Chuan shook his head and forced a smile. “Don’t worry, Patriarch. I’m fine.”

After replying, Qin Chuan walked past Qin Zhantian and stood before the Lin family members. Covered in blood and looking like a death god, he stared at them.

Lin Zhen was terrified. He trembled and stammered, “Q-Qin Chuan… what are you doing? J-just now we said… the Lin family didn’t help Duan Qianqi!”

He was so frightened that he couldn’t stop shaking. 

If Qin Chuan decided to go back on his word and destroy the Lin family, there was nothing they could do to stop him.

“I’m not as despicable as you people. I’ll let your Lin family off for now.” Qin Chuan gave a mocking grin. “Now then, are you ready to return the bride price?”

“Yes! We’ll return it!” Lin Zhen immediately came to his senses and almost roared at his clansmen, “Everyone, hurry and gather the bride price!”

The Lin family scrambled into action, terrified that a delay could cost them their lives. Even Lin Yiyi, pale and shaken, began gathering valuables from her person.

After a long while, and with everyone pitching in, Lin Zhen finally collected enough and handed over a Storage Ring to Qin Chuan with trembling hands.

“There are two hundred thirty thousand spirit crystals inside,” Lin Zhen said with a trembling voice, “The rest is made up of equally valuable pills, artifacts, and other items. Please take a look.”

Qin Chuan glanced through it casually and confirmed that the contents matched what Lin Zhen described.

“If you’d done this from the start, we wouldn’t have needed to make such a mess—so many dead, so much destruction.” Qin Chuan sneered and turned around, not sparing Lin Yiyi even a glance.

The Qin family members followed him in silence and all left together.

“Phew…” Watching them disappear into the distance, the Lin family finally let out a collective sigh of relief. They felt as though they had survived a brush with death.

“Was I wrong…?” Lin Yiyi stood there pale, recalling Duan Qianqi’s earlier words and Qin Chuan’s retreating figure. 

For some reason, deep regret welled up in her heart.