I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Qin Ningtian seemed to have made a major decision. He turned to Ma Gui and said, "Lord Ma, tell my cousin that I will see him after I finish my business."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped out of the carriage and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wow, such amazing skill! Ma Gui was astonished.

Qin Ningtian stopped by the lake, turned around, and leaped into the air to strike the bushes.

With a loud bang, several screams came from the bushes.

Then six or seven burly men rushed out.

Qin Ningtian grabbed one of the injured men and asked sternly, "Who sent you to follow us?"

The man dared not utter a sound, but merely glanced back at the horsemen approaching from behind.

Qin Ningtian casually tossed the man away, and it flew towards the horseman.

He recognized one of the knights; it was Wang Maosheng, the eldest son of the Wang family, and another was Fan Yulei, the young master of the Fan family.

Seeing the two of them together, Qin Ningtian couldn't help but wonder: Was Fan Yulei, the rich young master, hanging out with a scoundrel from a gangster family? Could the Wang family that Ma Gui mentioned be the Wang Maosheng family?

The Wang family of Lishui originated from bandits. After having a son in his middle age, Wang Maosheng's grandfather retired from banditry.

When Wang Maosheng's father came to power, Wang Zuping resumed his father's business, earned enough money, befriended the Marquis of Wanjiang, and was subsequently recommended to Empress Xiao by Li Guixiao, thus joining the Heavenly Way Society.

Fan Yulei stalking him was perfectly normal to him.

Because he had already discovered that the Fan family was the true master of the Heavenly Way Society in the Lishui area.

The Fan family acted as Empress Xiao's representatives, and everything was done in secret. On the surface, the Fan family was upright and virtuous, and the head of the Fan family, Fan Zhongqi, was a well-known philanthropist.

The fact that the grandson of a great philanthropist was hanging out with the son of a notorious thief could only mean they were his enemies. Qin Ningtian swept the two away with a whirlwind kick, then followed up with several more kicks, asking, "Why were you following me?"

Wang Maosheng immediately cried out, "We weren't following you!"

"Go to hell." Qin Ningtian stomped on his face and said sharply, "You've been following me all the way from the entrance of the mental hospital, do you think I didn't know?"

Wang Maosheng, relying on his father's infamous reputation, bullied men and women all day long, acting tyrannically and domineeringly.

Normally, he was the one stepping on other people's faces, but today this kid stepped on his face instead. Enraged, he shouted, "Madman, my father is Wang Zuping, the king of both the underworld and the legitimate world. Let me go right now, or I'll make sure you die a horrible death."

"I don't care whose son you are, unless you answer my question, I'll stomp your head on today!"

"What do you want? Did you just get out of the mental hospital and then go crazy again?"

“Yes, I’m a madman, and madmen don’t break the law when they kill.” Qin Ningtian grinned at him.

"My God? How could I forget he's a madman?"

If you get beaten by a madman, it's all for nothing; if you get killed by a madman, it's all for nothing either.

Wang Maosheng's thieving eyes darted around a few times before he cried out, "If you want to ask, go ask Brother Lei, he knows."

Qin Ningtian knocked Wang Maosheng unconscious and then walked up to Fan Yulei.

The young master of the Fan family was also afraid of being killed by the madman. When he saw the man approaching with murderous intent, he was so frightened that he wet himself.

Sixteen-year-old Fan Yulei was present when the Qin family was massacred. His family sent him to toughen him up, but he never expected to become such a spoiled brat.

Having witnessed countless murders committed by madmen in mental asylums, Fan Yulei, to avoid further suffering, bluntly stated, "Madman, we were forced to follow you."

"Who forced you?" Qin Ningtian asked immediately.

Just as Fan Yulei opened his mouth to speak, dozens of burly men in black suddenly appeared around him.

Wang Maosheng was secretly delighted upon seeing this, and pointed at those people, saying, "They're the ones who forced us to follow you."

Qin Ningtian reached out and knocked him unconscious, then turned around and slapped a masked man who was rushing towards him.

With a loud bang, the two figures were thrown backward, sending up waves of dust like a tsunami, and uprooting the surrounding vegetation, which flew into the air.

The middle-aged man wiped away the bloodstains and asked tremblingly, "So you weren't crazy after all?"

"What do you mean?" Qin Ninglan asked coldly.

"Four years ago, you were only at the middle level of martial arts master. Now your martial arts strength has reached the sixth level of master. You must have been practicing martial arts in seclusion in the mental hospital."

Qin Ningtian greatly admired the middle-aged man's judgment; he had indeed borrowed the mental hospital for a short time. However, his purpose was not to learn martial arts, but to heal his injuries.

A few days before the Qin family was wiped out, he found a yellowed book called "The Heart Sutra of Rakshasa" in his grandfather's leather trunk.

After flipping through a few pages, I was so captivated by the book's contents that I went into the cellar in the backyard to read it intently.

As he read, he unconsciously began to practice the exercises verbatim. He practiced for several years, and when he finally emerged from seclusion, he learned that a major tragedy had befallen his family. His internal organs had been severely injured due to sudden grief and anger.

Fortunately, Qin Haojie's bodyguard Zhu Shangwen arrived after hearing the news and rescued him.

However, Zhu Shangwen had nowhere to settle down and had to hide with Qin Ningtian for several years.

Four years ago, Zhu Shangwen was recognized by the Heavenly Dao Society and was chased all the way. He was ambushed by more than ten people in the west of Yangzhou City and was seriously injured in many places. Before he died, he instructed Qin Ningtian: "You are the only one left in the Qin family. You must find a way to survive, even if you have to pretend to be crazy. You must survive this calamity, then get married, have children, and carry on the family line."

"Feigning madness?" Qin Ningtian took the jade pendant from Zhu Shangwen's hand and, on a sudden inspiration, entered the mental hospital.

The middle-aged man was unaware of these matters; he was simply amazed by Qin Ningtian's scheme: "You have successfully deceived the entire martial arts world. No wonder you are Qin Haosheng's son."

Upon hearing the other party mention his deceased father, Qin Ningtian was instantly enraged.

"My father and his two brothers were meritorious generals of the Great Xia Dynasty, yet they were killed by you without cause. What right do you have to mention him?"

Qin Ningtian knew that the enemies in front of him were all highly skilled in martial arts, and he had to do his best and fight quickly. Before he could finish speaking, he leaped forward and struck out with his palm.

Having learned his lesson before, the middle-aged man saw his opponent launch another attack, even fiercer and faster. He couldn't dodge it and could only grit his teeth and take the blow.

Rumble…

After a thunderous sound, the middle-aged man was blasted into the air and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Although we don't know the middle-aged man's surname or given name, it's certain that he's a member of the Heavenly Dao Society, having eliminated such an enemy, and one who was at the seventh-grade master level.

A sixth-rank official can be demoted to a seventh-rank official.

Qin Ningtian secretly felt pleased that the hardships he had endured over the past four years had been worthwhile.

However, he was injured in many places by the opponent's qi, and his injuries were very serious.

Qin Ningtian steadied himself, suppressed the blood rushing to his chest, disregarded his injuries, secretly circulated his qi, stomped his feet on the ground, and charged towards the other men in black like a tiger descending a mountain or a hungry wolf among sheep.

The third young master of the Qin family, filled with hatred, spent four years holed up in a mental hospital, enduring pain that no normal person could bear, all for the sake of killing all his enemies one day.

If you ask how powerful hatred is, just look at the scene where the slender Qin Ningtian charges unstoppably into a group of dozens of people, and you will know: the power of hatred is earth-shattering and devastating.