Kingly Son-in-law

Qin Tian looked coldly at Jin Rujie who was approaching him. His voice was calm, without a single trace of hesitation, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.    

"To be able to sacrifice your life for a woman, to be honest, Qin Tian, I respect you for being a man."    

Jin Rujie lamented: "It's a pity that you and I are fated to be enemies. As long as you are alive, our Jin Family will not be at peace for a single day."    

"I hope your luck will be better in your next life and that you won't offend people you shouldn't offend."    

Jin Rujie said with a smile. He took a few steps forward, held the dagger with both of his hands and aimed it at the left side of Qin Tian's heart.    

Although he had a ten cut chance, he didn't dare to be careless in the face of Qin Tian, who was a big threat. If he had a chance, he naturally wanted to give his opponent a fatal blow as fast as possible!    

Qin Tian stood there without any change in expression. His expression was calm without any ripples. After glancing at Jin Rujie, he turned around and looked at Jiang Rann from the start.    

"No!"    

Looking at the dagger aimed at Qin Tian's chest, Jiang Rann suddenly felt empty inside, as if something important was going to pass away. Intense uneasiness and despair spread through her heart, instantly cutting off all thoughts of surviving.    

In the next moment, the sharp blade pierced through Jiang Rann's flawless, snow-white neck, causing blood to spurt out uncontrollably. That exquisite face of hers instantly lost all color, becoming deathly pale.    

However, her crying stopped at this moment. A smile blossomed on her face, a smile that was as nightmarish as a flower.    

"Jiang Rann!"    

Qin Tian's pupils suddenly contracted. Even though the dagger hadn't arrived, his heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife.    

The next moment, Jin Rujie felt as if he was hit hard on the head. His entire body was sent flying by the slap, spinning in the air for 365 degrees before crashing heavily onto the ground, unconscious.    

In the next moment, Qin Tian dashed out like a bolt of lightning. He instantly appeared in front of Jin Xiefeng. A hand reached out and grabbed Jin Xiefeng's neck, lifting him high up in the air.    

"I want you dead!"    

Qin Tian spoke word by word, his voice was like the evil ghosts roaring in the eighteen levels of hell, making people tremble in fear from the bottom of their hearts!    

"Cough …" "Ugh …"    

Jin Xie Feng's eyes stared like copper bells as he struggled madly. However, Qin Tian's arm was like an iron pincer that grabbed onto him tightly. He simply did not have any chance to resist.    

"Put..." "Put …"    

Jin Xiefeng's breathing became faster and his struggling movements became more and more intense. His eyeballs were almost turning white.    

Finally, Jin Xiefeng's struggling force gradually decreased. A strong feeling of suffocation attacked him, causing him to lose all strength in his body. The shadow of death shrouded over him as boundless fear surged in his heart.    

"He's the grand Great Elder of the Jin Family, one of the four hegemons of the capital. Could it be that he's going to die just like that?"    

"Die!"    

As if responding to his thoughts, Qin Tian suddenly roared angrily, and then suddenly pressed Jin Xiefeng down on the ground. He stomped on Jin Xiefeng's head, and with a "peng" sound, blood splattered everywhere, along with his brain, splattering on the ground.    

Chief Jin Family Elder, one of the four tyrants of Beijing, Jin Xiefeng Shang.    

Died on his 70th birthday.    

The Jin Family, which should have been a day of celebration, had instead welcomed such a disaster.    

After crushing Jin Xiefeng's head with a stomp, the scarlet color in Qin Tian's eyes gradually faded away. He gradually returned to his senses. His gaze landed on the dying Jiang Rann. His pupils shrank as he rushed forward and carried her in a pool of blood.    

"Wife! "Wife!"    

Qin Tian shouted.    

"Qin..." "The heavens …"    

With great difficulty, Jiang Rann opened her eyes a little and looked at the anxious face in her blurry vision. The corner of her mouth curled up slightly.    

"Thank you …" Thank you... I... Do Not Later... Can't... With you... "Alright."    

"No!"    

For the first time in his life, Qin Tian's eyes showed intense unease and panic. Jiang Rann's death was something that he would never accept!    

"Master! Master! "    

Qin Tian shouted like a madman, "Master, quickly save Jiang Rann! You must have a way, right? "    

"Sigh …"    

In his mind, Profound Heaven Taoist sighed. "Life and death are a cycle of nature. If I were in my prime, I might be able to help you a little, but I'm trapped inside the jade pendant and can't do anything, so even I …" "There's nothing we can do."    

"No …"    

Hearing that, Qin Tian's last straw of hope was completely cut off. He stood there stunned, as if he lost his soul, with a blank look in his eyes and a face as pale as paper.    

Even his always-omnipotent master couldn't do it?    

Seeing his disciple in such a state, Profound Heaven Taoist could not bear to see it anymore. His usually calm expression revealed a hint of struggle in his eyes.    

"Actually, there's still a way."    

After a long while, Profound Heaven Taoist spoke again. He had a complicated expression on his face and did not know whether he was right or wrong.    

"What?"    

Hearing that, Qin Tian's eyes instantly recovered a trace of spirit and once again lit up with hope.    

"Tell me, Master, what do you think I should do?! As long as it can save Jiang Rann, anything is fine! "    

Profound Heaven Taoist hesitated for a moment and slowly said, "Cultivators rob the great dao. They are originally born to go against the heavens, so they have the right to change their fates. You have to be the inheritor, and you also have this chance, but …"    

"What should I do?"    

Qin Tian asked without any hesitation.    

Profound Heaven Taoist had a serious expression: "Listen to what I have to say first."    

Hearing this, Qin Tian's heart trembled. He tried his best to calm his agitated heart and wait for the next part.    

If you are willing to sacrifice your spirit root for her, you will be able to change her fate once. However, doing so would go against the laws of the heavens, and the consequence is that your cultivation will be lost. Furthermore, you will lose your spirit root and will be unable to cultivate again for the rest of your life.    

"It means that once you save her, you will become an ordinary person. All of your abilities will disappear and there will be no possibility of recovery."    

Profound Heaven Taoist said word by word, "Are you sure you've thought it through?"    

"I'm willing!"    

Qin Tian said these three words with determination.    

Profound Heaven Taoist was silent for a while.    

From Qin Tian's eyes, he didn't see a trace of hesitation. His eyes were determined, showing his determination.    

Cultivators plundered the great Dao. In other words, it was a struggle against the heavens. Those who became powerful naturally wouldn't have the talent to overcome it. Those who had great perseverance would have to have perfect Dao-hearts.    

What was perfect? A clear conscience was complete.    

Thus, if Profound Heaven Taoist was determined to not let him go, Qin Tian might have a guilty conscience in the future. Even if his Spiritual Roots remained intact, he might not be able to advance much further.    

"Whatever …"    

Profound Heaven Taoist sighed.    

Although he had yet to take revenge for his great hatred, he did not want his hatred to become a shackle binding Qin Tian. Qin Tian had the right to choose on his own.    

"In that case, I'll lend you a hand!"