Chapter 3

Xun Qiu, the only son of the Marquis of Wei, Xun Changfeng, due to his rebellious nature, was sent to various cultivation mansions to study half a year ago. However, he was repeatedly expelled for his lack of ambition. With this latest expulsion from the Ruoshui Sword Sect, he has now been kicked out of his sixth mountain gate.

Last night, during dinner, Xun Changfeng was enjoying the recent lack of news about Xun Qiu's misdeeds when he received a message from the Ruoshui Sword Sect. The content of the letter was predictable: the noble young master was lively and free-spirited, unable to abide by the rules, and unsuitable for cultivation, suggesting they seek a better place for him.

Following the usual routine, upon receiving this news, Xun Changfeng immediately instructed the servants to keep an eye on the family's wealth. However, the rascal still managed to get his hands on 2,500 acres of good farmland overnight.

"Don't think I don't know about your outrageous deeds just because you don't tell me!"

"Young people can make mistakes, but they must know how to repent."

"You're not a child anymore. Other people's children at your age have already..."

...

Xun Changfeng, holding the letter from the Ruoshui Sword Sect, earnestly advised, pacing back and forth in the hall, speaking until his throat was dry. He only stopped when he heard a light snore.

Bending down, Xun Changfeng approached Xun Qiu's face in confusion, only to be enraged when he realized that the little rascal had fallen asleep while he was lecturing him.

Slap!

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Xun Changfeng raised his hand and slapped Xun Qiu, shouting loudly in his ear.

"Xun Qiu!!!"

Awakened by the slap, Xun Qiu wobbled and nearly fell to the ground. He struggled to kneel properly, glared at his father, and rubbed his eyes, looking resentful.

"Brat! Didn't you hear me calling you?!" Xun Qiu, still unbothered by the slap, made Xun Changfeng even more frustrated.

"Hehe, so you know my name, Uncle?" Seeing his father's endless questions, Xun Qiu raised his voice, laughed dryly, and replied sarcastically.

Slap! Xun Changfeng, unwilling to waste words, slapped him again.

"Go ahead, hit me. When Mother comes back, I'll hit you." Xun Qiu still looked unconcerned, nodded smugly, and sneered, then quickly corrected himself, "She'll hit you."

Slap!

"Hit me again?!"

Slap!

"Ouch..."

"Tell me, what outrageous things did you do at the Ruoshui Sword Sect?" Xun Changfeng rubbed his palm, feeling sore from the slaps.

"What's the Ruoshui Sword Sect? A place for gambling or flirting? I don't think I've heard of it."

Xun Qiu blinked his big eyes, feigning ignorance.

Whoosh... A missed slap!

"Hehe, missed me this time."

"Try again!"

Thud!

Xun Qiu dodged his father's slap by leaning back, but was caught off guard by Xun Changfeng's kick, which sent him tumbling.

"Do you want another beating?"

Xun Changfeng stepped forward, ready to strike again.

"Alright, alright, I'll talk."

Xun Qiu covered his head, pleading for mercy. Seeing Xun Changfeng return to his seat, he slowly raised his head, glaring at his father and muttering under his breath.

"This old rascal is really harsh."

"Speak up!" Xun Changfeng felt his patience wearing thin.

"It's nothing much. I went to the back mountain for morning practice to improve my skills and bring glory to our Xun family. After all, I am a proactive and ambitious young man. Besides, @￥@%&#%*"

"Get to the point!"

"The point?" Xun Qiu was taken aback, then said sheepishly, "Hehe, I just accidentally saw a senior sister bathing. It's a small matter, hehe." After saying this, Xun Qiu laughed dryly, looking around and seeing his father and the old steward with unfriendly expressions, he scratched his head and said, "It doesn't seem funny, does it?"

"Why did you spy on a senior sister bathing?" Xun Changfeng, watching his son amuse himself, gritted his teeth and asked angrily, his face contorted as if he wanted to swallow Xun Qiu whole.

"There's nothing wrong with spying on a senior sister bathing. Besides, if it were a senior brother, there would be no need to spy." Xun Qiu muttered reflexively, then seeing his father's face change, quickly corrected himself, "No, it was just a coincidence. I think the senior sister must have been attracted to my good looks and deliberately lured me, yes, that must be it."

"Why did you steal her clothes?!"

"Well... because I saw her clothes were torn and wanted to help her mend them." Xun Qiu stammered for a while before coming up with a reason, "Helping others is what you taught me, and I always remember it, using it as a guideline to regulate my words and actions, and applying *%@%&#%&"

"Enough!"

Xun Changfeng, furious, stood up from his seat, his cheeks puffed out. This little rascal's presence was enough to shorten his life by at least a year.

"From today on, you have nothing to do with the Xun family. Move out tonight, and don't come back until you break through the Body Tempering Realm!" Xun Changfeng, in a fit of anger, drew a clear line. The vast Xun family's legacy would not be allowed to be squandered by this idle second-generation.

Hearing his father's decision to disown him, Xun Qiu quickly stood up and grabbed Xun Changfeng's sleeve, "Father, don't be hasty. This time at the Ruoshui Sword Sect, I did not come away empty-handed. Although I didn't learn any techniques, I created a move. It may only showcase a fraction of my extraordinary talent, but it can deal with almost anyone in the world."

Pushing Xun Qiu away with disgust, Xun Changfeng did not want to listen to his nonsense and turned to walk into the inner hall.

"Father, you must believe me this time!" Seeing his father ignore him, Xun Qiu raised his voice and shouted, then had an idea and ran over, shouting loudly.

"Spring Breeze Palm!"

Xun Qiu extended his palm and flicked his sleeve, releasing a large cloud of pink mist that filled half the hall with a strange fragrance.

"Ah, this is the aphrodisiac powder used by prostitutes in the market." The old steward, who had been standing silently, quickly reminded him, then covered his nose and moved to the side.

"Little rascal, it seems you can't be reformed!" Xun Changfeng flicked his sleeve, sending a powerful palm wind that dispersed the pink mist, then turned to the old steward and ordered sternly.

"Old Xiao, I want you to personally throw this little rascal out of the estate. He is never to set foot in the Xun family again until he meets my requirements!"

The old steward, reacting quickly, pointed at Xun Qiu's neck, sealing his mouth to prevent him from cursing all the way.

"Master, are you really going to..."

"Nonsense, hurry up!"

Xun Changfeng was furious that the little rascal had used an aphrodisiac to deceive him, claiming it could take down almost anyone in the world.

"This, this is outrageous!" Xun Changfeng felt himself burning with anger, breathing heavily and stomping around the hall in frustration.