You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 458

Leaving the Northern Zhou border and heading east, Qin Huan caught up with his enemy.
Qin Huan had been tracking for days and nights, exhausted and exhausted. He raced eastward from the Northern Zhou border until he finally spotted the familiar figure in a lush forest.

That's his nemesis!
Qin Huan silently channeled his inner strength, slowly restrained his breath, and followed silently. Soon, the figure stopped by a stream and began to tend to the horse.

This was a golden opportunity! A murderous intent flashed across Qin Huan's eyes. He held his sword and was about to draw it to attack, but suddenly the man turned around, his eyes like lightning, staring fiercely at where Qin Huan was hiding!
"Who's there? Get out here!"

A deep, powerful voice suddenly exploded, startling Qin Huan. This was clearly his brother, Qin Han, whom he had never met! Years ago, due to family strife, Qin Han was expelled from the family and fled to the East, where his whereabouts remained a mystery. And now, in the deep mountains and old forests of the North, where people and horses were constantly moving, he had run into his own executioner!
Qin Huan was at a loss for words, so he could only bow with his sword and slowly emerge: "I am Qin Huan, the one who got out."

The man was startled, then immediately let down his guard, a look of surprise on his face: "Qin Huan? Are you the little boy from the Qin family thirty years ago? How...how come you are here?"

Qin Huan took a deep breath and looked around. It was still the familiar mountain forest, lush and verdant. Sunlight shone on the stone steps beside the stream, and the clear stream flowed gently. It was as peaceful and tranquil as it had been in the past. But now, everything had changed.

"Today, I am seeking justice for a fatal vengeance from thirty years ago."

Qin Huan held a sword in his hand, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he exuded a heroic spirit.

Qin Han looked up and down at the short, tall monk in front of him, as if searching his mind for some memory. After a long while, he suddenly realized: "Thirty years ago? Could it be referring to the civil strife that year... But it was my mad cousin Qin Yi who was responsible? You..."

The more Qin Han looked, the more familiar he felt. His eyes suddenly widened, as if he finally recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

Qin Huan nodded and said, "It was the tragic incident that happened thirty years ago. My master and his sect were murdered, and I am the only one left alive. And the murderer who destroyed my family and killed my master and my disciples was none other than my cousin Qin Yi!"

At this point, Qin Huan's voice already trembled slightly.

Qin Han opened his mouth, and seemed to instantly recall the horrific events of the past. He was silent for a while, then he sighed deeply, his old face filled with melancholy and vicissitudes of life.

"Ah... that was the tragedy caused by Qin Yi who lost his mind back then..." Qin Han lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said earnestly, "Huan'er, in fact, over the years, you and I were both victims of that tragedy. You lost your entire master, and I was expelled from the family, wandering away..."

Qin Huan's heart tightened upon hearing this. This elderly man before him was not only his long-lost brother, but also, like him, someone who had lost the most important person in his life in that incident.

Qin Han seemed to see through Qin Huan's inner turmoil. He reached out and patted his shoulder heavily, and said solemnly: "Huan'er, the past is too painful to look back on. Now that we are old, we might as well let go of our grudges and enjoy the rest of our lives..."

"No!" Qin Huan interrupted him abruptly, his face showing an unprecedented determination. "Brother, I have waited for thirty years! Now that the time, place and people are right, I will seek justice and avenge the blood feud between my master and disciple!"

Seeing that he had a determined expression and his eyes were like sharp swords, Qin Han seemed to be unable to convince him at all. He could only sigh, slowly stepped back a few steps, and solemnly drew out a powerful sword from his waist.

"Huan'er, you are indeed a resolute person. Let me lend you a hand so that you can feel a little relieved."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Han had already merged with his sword, charging towards Qin Huan like thunder!
Qin Huan was overjoyed and immediately raised his sword to fight!
The two men started fighting on this small path in the forest. As the swords and knives flashed, there was a thrilling sound of swords clashing.

Qin Huan soon discovered that his brother, whom he had not seen for many years, was still as skilled in swordsmanship as he was back then!
The two men fought back and forth in the woods, twirling and swerving, their battle fiercely fought. The flashes of swords and the rays of the setting sun mingled, the water splashed everywhere, and the scene beside the small stream was illuminated with a shimmering brilliance, like a fairyland.

I don't know how long it took, but the two of them fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, and neither of them could do anything to the other.

Just when Qin Huan was about to rush towards Qin Han again with full rage, Qin Han suddenly waved his hand to stop him, put away his sword gracefully, and smiled faintly.

"Alright, Huan'er, let's call it a day. I think you've seen through this old man of mine."

Qin Huan was startled for a moment, then smiled knowingly: "Brother, your martial arts skills are indeed amazing! It's a pity..."

"It's a pity that I'm old and weak, and I'm no match for you." Qin Han laughed and shook his head, "Then let you go alone to fight that damned guy! But remember, you have to be careful!"

In the forest, Qin Huan's pace slowed down as he caught up with Qin Han, his face full of contemplation. During the previous battle, he had already seen that his brother was showing mercy, and it seemed that he didn't really want to stop him.

"Brother, you spared no effort just now. I almost felt inferior to you." Qin Huan said in a deep voice, "But in the end, you didn't defeat me by yourself. Instead, you deliberately let me leave. Is there some other reason?"

Qin Han turned his head and smiled slightly: "Huan'er, you are getting smarter and smarter as you grow older." He leaned on the crutch in his hand and hesitated for a while, as if weighing something.

"To be honest, I just don't want you to pursue this matter any further." Qin Han sighed, "Because... if you knew the truth, you would be even more miserable and blame yourself."

Qin Huan frowned: "What do you mean? Is there some hidden story behind this?"

Qin Han took a deep breath and slowly sat down on the stone steps beside him, motioning Qin Huan to sit down as well. "Huan'er, listen to me and tell me..."

"That year, the Qin family suffered an unprecedented civil strife. You and I were both victims of this internal disaster. But what you don't know is that the root of all this actually came from within your own sect!"

Qin Huan's eyes widened in shock. "What? You mean... there was a traitor in the Divine Blade Sect?"

Qin Han nodded. "That's right. Back then, someone from the Divine Sword Sect committed many sins in private, causing the sect to become infamous and despised. And that cousin, Qin Yi, who had always dreamed of usurping the position of Patriarch, took advantage of the situation to sow discord, leading to the scene that brought disaster upon us both."

Qin Huan's mind flashed back to the horrific scene of that year, and he couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet, feeling heartbroken.

Qin Han saw this and quickly held his shoulder, saying slowly, "Huan'er, please listen to me. This matter is far more serious than you think."

"That man not only committed a sinful act, but he also secretly passed on the top-secret martial arts taught by the Divine Sword Sect to outsiders, causing the martial arts to be leaked, bringing untold shame and danger to the Divine Sword Sect. Unfortunately, no one was aware of this, and he alone committed all the evil deeds behind the scenes. By the time the truth came to light, it was too late."

Qin Huan's face turned pale in an instant: "Are you serious? The martial arts that have been passed down for generations in our Divine Sword Sect have been leaked out, and you actually..." He could not continue, covering his face in agony. Qin Han nodded and said inconsolably: "Yes, now I can only tell you this heartbreaking truth. That year, a spy appeared in our Divine Sword Sect, which led to the extermination of the sect. No one was spared. And that guy named Qin Yi took advantage of the opportunity to sow discord and caused chaos within the sect."

Qin Huan was instantly overcome with grief, covering his face with his hands and sobbing uncontrollably. Years of persistent pursuit and thirst for revenge vanished like a handful of ashes after being doused with cold water in the face of this horrifying truth.

Seeing this, Qin Han remained silent and just watched quietly from the side. After a long time, Qin Huan finally spoke with a sob: "Brother, why did you hide it for so many years? If you had told me earlier, how could I have been tracking it for so many years in vain?"

Qin Han sighed and said, "I didn't want you to know this horrifying truth. Just as you are in so much pain now, if you had discovered it earlier, I'm afraid you would have been crushed by this fact."

"Huan'er, I saw through all of this many years ago, but I was powerless to do anything. It's okay for warriors like me to be illiterate, but for our sect, the loss of our ancestor's unique skills is more important than life! Now it seems that this hatred can only be buried deep in my heart."

Qin Huan choked up and finally understood a despairing fact: his years of seeking revenge had been blinded from the very beginning. And his passion could only vanish like white clouds.
After several days of rapid marching, Zhong Wuye and Qin Huan finally tracked Qin Yi down to the shores of the East China Sea, the former site of the Divine Blade Sect.

The two stood on a hillside, gazing out into the distance at the mist rising from the sea. Gusts of sea breeze blew in, carrying a whiff of salty air. Waves pounded against the rocks in the distance, making a dull thud. A crimson sun slowly sank into the west, painting the sea like a pool of molten gold.

"This is it." Qin Huan took a deep breath and looked into the distance. "The Divine Sword Sect was located on that reef back then. It was destroyed by war and now only ruins remain."

Zhong Wuye followed Qin Huan's gaze and saw that on the mist-shrouded reef, the outlines of several mottled and dilapidated buildings were indeed faintly visible. The sea breeze blew past, adding a sense of desolation and decadence.

"No wonder the Divine Sword Sect chose to build their cave here. It's far from the hustle and bustle, backed by the sea, and has a wide view. It's truly an excellent place for cultivation." Zhong Wuye sighed, "Now, it seems that only these damp reefs and broken walls are left."

"That's right." Qin Huan nodded, his eyes dim. "Back then, the Divine Sword Sect was passed down through generations, and talented people emerged at an unprecedented rate. Our ancestor was so high and powerful, his cultivation was truly unattainable. It's a pity..."

The two of them were silent for a moment, the only sound being the crashing of the waves. Zhong Wuye knew the sad past that Qin Huan was carrying, so he said nothing and just stood there quietly.

After a long while, Qin Huan finally spoke: "Let's go down and take a look. Maybe we can find some clues."

So the two of them climbed over the mountainside and slowly descended along a steep, narrow path. The path was thick with thorns, so they had no choice but to draw their swords and roll up their robes, moving forward cautiously.

After much effort, the two finally reached the reef. They saw piles of broken walls and ruins scattered around, with towering stone pillars scattered among them. Overgrown with weeds, there was no sign of wild animals, insects, or snakes. The only thing was the constant sea breeze, howling past and stirring up clouds of dust.

Qin Huan rubbed his eyes, stared at the scene in front of him, and remained speechless for a long time.

Seeing how excited he was, Zhong Wuye quickly stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and whispered to him in a soothing voice: "Brother Huan, let it be a part of your memory. The past cannot be retrieved. Let's look for some clues here before it gets dark."

Qin Huan took a deep breath and nodded, then he took out a yellowed old map from his arms, carefully followed the markings on the map, and walked through the dilapidated ruins to explore.

The two of them spent a lot of time searching through every piece of rubble, but unfortunately, they could only find a few old things. This place had indeed been completely uprooted by the war and razed to the ground.

In the end, the two found a few scattered old stone tablets in a dark and damp corner, with some vague words engraved on them.

Qin Huan touched the inscription, tears welling up in his eyes. Seeing this, Zhong Wuye stepped forward to comfort him and then carefully put the broken pieces away.

"In that case, let's change places and continue searching." Zhong Wuye said, taking out the magic weapon in his hand, "Perhaps with the help of my Life-Chasing Sword, we can find some other clues."

As soon as the words fell, the Life-Chasing Sword in Zhong Wuye's hand trembled violently, and the sword body emitted a dark red light. It seemed that it was driven by spiritual power and automatically flew and spun, and soon it shot in one direction!
The two looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and hurriedly followed!
Following the guidance of the Life-Chasing Sword, Zhong Wuye and Qin Huan hurried all the way and soon arrived at the foot of a steep cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff was a vast sandy beach, where the waves constantly crashed, making bursts of deep crashing sounds. On this wet sand, Zhong Wuye saw some very unusual traces.

"There seems to be something strange here!" Zhong Wuye frowned and bent down to check.

On the beach, a huge, hideous footprint was left. One could even clearly make out the densely packed scales and claw marks! Next to it, there were several smaller footprints, seemingly from some unknown monster!
"These footprints appear to belong to two different creatures," Zhong Wuye muttered to himself. "And both are quite terrifying in size. It's incredible that they could have left such deep marks on the sand!"

Qin Huan nodded on the side with a serious expression.

Zhong Wuye continued to follow the footprints and soon found a thrilling wreckage!
Behind a reef, a massive, decayed, and withered skeleton lay! It was enormous, stretching dozens of feet long, and even had some terrifying scales and claws still visible on it!
"This is clearly the remains of the legendary Pulao!" Zhong Wuye exclaimed, vigilantly gripping the Life-Chasing Sword. "According to historical records, Pulao was a ferocious beast from ancient times. Its stature was extremely terrifying, and its strength was extraordinary. It's a beast rarely seen in our generation!"

Qin Huan couldn't help but feel a lingering fear when he saw this. The two of them had no choice but to move forward cautiously and carefully examine the wreckage.

Soon, they found another corpse nearby, but this one was smaller, only about two or three meters long, and even had some muscles and hair left.

Zhong Wuye studied it carefully for a long while, and suddenly realized: "This is clearly the notorious beast Suanni mentioned in the ancient books!"

As expected, the remaining skeleton even vaguely revealed a ferocious, fang-covered head. Coupled with the muscular, beastly skeleton, it was almost identical to the description of the Suanni in the classics.

"No wonder there are two different kinds of footprints on the beach," Qin Huan said with emotion. "It seems a great war between strange beasts must have broken out here in the past, completely wiping out these two ferocious ancient beasts."

Zhong Wuye nodded, lost in thought. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "If I'm not mistaken, these two ancient beasts were once relatives of the ancient dragon clan. They carry the blood of the ancestor of all things, which is why they possess such powerful strength and terrifying forms."

"However, even so, they will not be able to withstand the test of time, and will eventually become a pile of rotting corpses on this beach." Zhong Wuye shook his head and said seriously, "No matter how powerful the bloodline was at that moment, it will never be able to withstand the test of time."

Qin Huan listened, and fell into deep thought. The past was but a fleeting cloud. The past was like smoke, how could it possibly swallow up the void? For the living, finding a place to live and make a living was the most pressing matter.

The two exchanged glances and smiled knowingly. They then continued to follow the Life-Chasing Sword's guidance, leaving this mysterious beach filled with strange things and plunging into the thick fog.

(End of this chapter)