Qin Yuan stared blankly at the crowd in front of him.
He was honestly speechless.
What the hell are they even talking about?
He distinctly remembered saying—very clearly—that he came here to cancel the engagement.
So how the hell did that become trying to win her back?
This was absurd. He had no idea how these people's brains worked.
"Yeah, Qin Yuan," Lin Yun chimed in, puffing out his chest. "Didn't you always call yourself a gentleman? Then act like one."
"You sit around in luxury, while Mengyao's here crying every day. Tell me—what kind of man does that make you?"
"And you think that's normal? That's even human?"
The Su family disciples quickly followed his lead, like sheep smelling blood.
Some went so far as to call Qin Yuan inhuman. Others muttered they should just kill him outright.
Up in the shadows, watching from afar, a few hidden powerhouses gasped.
Did he actually just say that?
Qin Yuan wasn't just some random noble kid. He was the ceiling. Someone who could make these so-called geniuses turn into simps with a single glance.
And yet here was the Su family… barking like wild dogs at someone who could obliterate them with a flick of his sleeve.
It was baffling.
Still, some naïve women down in the crowd didn't see it that way. From their point of view, Qin Yuan really did look like a cold-blooded scumbag. Heartless. Worthy of hate.
Some even started shouting that he should be cut into pieces.
…
Through it all, Qin Yuan stood silently, unfazed. Not even a twitch.
In his eyes, these people weren't worth reacting to. Their voices were like stray dogs yapping in an alley.
Pointless noise.
If anything… the longer they went on, the more amused he became.
"Qin Yuan, are you deaf or just pretending not to hear me?" Su Meng snapped. His face twisted in anger. "We're talking to you!"
It was ironic—the one being cursed remained calm, while the ones cursing were losing their minds.
Just as Su Meng raised his voice again, a more authoritative voice rang out:
"That's enough."
Su Yuanshan, head of the Su family, stepped forward from the hall, each step steady and deliberate until he stood before Qin Yuan.
He looked down at him and spoke with the weight of an elder delivering judgment.
"Qin Yuan, listen well. When you mistreat someone's daughter, you need to be prepared for consequences."
"But because you were once good to Yao'er, I'll let it slide—this time."
"That said, your attitude today has been utterly disappointing. If you've come to make amends, then act like it. Right now, I see no sincerity. Just arrogance."
To Su Yuanshan, Qin Yuan's silence meant guilt.
But from Qin Yuan's perspective, it meant one thing: irrelevance.
Why would I respond to dogs barking?
He gave a slight smile and met Su Yuanshan's glare head-on. His presence shifted. Something colder… heavier… started to bleed from him.
Even Su Yuanshan subconsciously took half a step back.
Then Qin Yuan spoke, calm and composed.
"Su Yuanshan… tell me, what's my identity?"
Su Yuanshan raised an eyebrow.
"You're the young patriarch of the Qin family," he said. "The Holy Son of Sky Holy Land."
"And yours?" Qin Yuan asked again.
Su Yuanshan hesitated for a second before answering, "The patriarch of the Su family. Head of Qinglou Pavilion."
"Then let me ask you one more thing," Qin Yuan said softly, voice like steel under silk. "What's the difference between us?"
The words hung in the air. For a moment, Su Yuanshan didn't respond.
Then he sneered.
"I see. You're trying to use your background to suppress me?"
"Well, let me give you a clear answer—" he stepped forward, voice raised "—I'm not afraid of you."
His confidence radiated.
But Qin Yuan just… smiled.
That smile made Su Yuanshan's confidence crack.
And then he snapped.
"Enough games! What the hell is your attitude, Qin Yuan?! You come here empty-handed, without respect, and you dare act this arrogant?!"
"Did your Qin family raise you to be this uncivilized? Like some beast with no manners?!"
His voice boomed like thunder, and his cultivation pressure—Tongtian Realm, ninth level—swept through the hall like a storm.
It was meant to overwhelm Qin Yuan.
But Qin Yuan didn't move.
Instead, three words echoed from around the main hall, their voice full of fury.
"How dare you!"
The temperature dropped.
And then came the pressure—vast and terrifying, like a void swallowing the sky.
The air around Qin Yuan shimmered. Space cracked and warped.
A moment later, an old man in white robes stepped out of the broken void, hands clasped behind his back, eyes calm and deadly.
The pressure he radiated made the entire room stop breathing.
"Supreme!" someone gasped.
"No—wait… half-step Supreme!" Su Yuanshan's pupils shrank. He realized it a second too late.
The aura was too overwhelming, but no… it couldn't be a real Supreme, right?
The Qin family wouldn't send one casually… would they?
Even so, the Su family disciples around them froze. That aura wasn't something they could stand against.
"Second Uncle," Qin Yuan said quietly.
The old man nodded. "Mhm."
His name was Qin Tianhai. The Qin family's blade in the shadows. Calm as the ocean. Cold as winter steel.
But when his gaze fell on Su Yuanshan, it turned deadly.
"You insulted the Qin family. You bullied my nephew. I'll take your life today to set an example."
The moment he finished speaking, dozens of sword lights appeared overhead—sharp, radiant, and humming with death.
Su Yuanshan's knees nearly buckled. His throat clenched, and his back went ice cold.
Fear surged up his spine.
He tried to speak, to beg, but no sound came out. His mind blanked.
"Father!"
"Uncle!"
"Patriarch!"
Su Mengyao and the other Su family members screamed, their faces pale with terror.
Even Lin Yun's face changed drastically. He swallowed hard.
This is bad. Really bad.
…