Divine King of Honour Chapter 1 Heart-Wrenching Pain

Cloud Sea City, East Field County.

Numerous individuals had assembled inside the Qin Family Mansion, yet the grand hall brimmed with an intensely grave atmosphere.

"You bastard Qin Nian, as the son of a concubine, dared to secretly cultivate and break the family rules. Today, we strip your cultivation base and banish you from the Qin Family. Your mother from the Xu Family neglected to instill virtue in you; she faces lifelong confinement in the laundry room, forbidden from ever leaving the Qin Family Mansion again," proclaimed Family Head Qin Yuanshan without mercy.

Upon concluding his words, he slammed a palm into Qin Nian's abdomen, unleashing ferocious Primordial Power that instantly demolished Qin Nian's Dantian. The overwhelming force hurled Qin Nian through the air.

"Spurt!"

Qin Nian crashed heavily onto the floor, spewing a gush of fresh blood.

One strike had ruined his Dantian, wiping out six years of grueling cultivation in a flash.

The Qin Family Mansion fell into dead silence, with many feeling sympathy for Qin Nian.

Yet confusion lingered among them. Though the Qin Family forbade bastards from cultivating, that rule hadn't surfaced in a century and was practically forgotten. Moreover, several bastards in the family had begun cultivation lately without issue.

No one understood why Qin Yuanshan revived it now, going so far as to cripple his own flesh and blood.

Qin Hen lurked in the crowd, sneering at the spectacle.

He alone grasped the truth, for he had schemed it all.

He'd long harbored hatred for Qin Nian. It was he who urged his brother to cultivate secretly, then tattled to their father.

Aware of their father's disdain for the boy, Qin Hen had deliberately raised the issue before him, tossing in vicious lies about Qin Nian to fan the flames and seal his doom.

With Qin Nian's Dantian shattered, cultivation was forever beyond him—a thought that filled Qin Hen with savage joy.

"Ha ha, Qin Nian, if you must curse someone, curse your own loathsome nature—even Father despises you!" Qin Hen taunted, gazing at the limp form on the ground like a slain hound, reveling in triumph.

Qin Nian sprawled numbly on the floor, his gaze vacant.

"He's truly that heartless!"

He struggled to accept his father's brutality in destroying his cultivation so utterly.

Did no regret stir in him?

Did blood ties mean nothing?

I am his own son!

How could he strike so viciously?

Qin Nian's heart twisted like a blade through flesh.

For sixteen years he'd honored him as father, yet today that man became the butcher of his dreams—a reality too bitter to swallow.

"Ha ha, wrong, utterly wrong!"

Qin Nian staggered upright, erupting in wild laughter that reverberated across the Qin Family Mansion.

"Has he lost his mind?"

The onlookers stared at Qin Nian, assuming the trauma had shattered his sanity.

"Unfilial wretch, what do you find so amusing?" Qin Yuanshan demanded icily.

"What am I laughing at?" Qin Nian's laughter turned to bitter sobs, laced with utter despair.

"I mock my own naivety. From my earliest days, you've treated me with icy severity. I believed it mere strictness. Watching you jest with Qin Tian and Qin Hen, I blamed my shortcomings. I toiled endlessly in cultivation, yearning for your approval. But it was all delusion—you loathe me to your core."

Qin Nian bellowed, teetering on madness, his stare locked on Qin Yuanshan, desperate to pierce that stony heart.

A biting autumn gust swept over him, chilling him from toes to scalp, but his soul froze deeper still.

"Hmph!"

Qin Yuanshan scoffed in contempt, his expression unshaken by the outburst.

The sight encased Qin Nian's heart in frost.

Sixteen years of paternal bond—mere figment of his imagination!

"Family rules? Bans on bastards cultivating? All pretenses! You scorn my mother for her maid origins and lowly birth, shaming you as Qin Family Head!"

Qin Nian roared in frenzy, eyes blazing crimson.

"Silence that mouth!" Qin Yuanshan thundered, his face reddening with fury.

"What, did truth sting? Guilty conscience? Isn't this precisely who Qin Yuanshan is?" Qin Nian sneered frostily.

"Unfilial son, you're seeking death!" Qin Yuanshan raged in fury. Moments after his outburst, he unleashed yet another palm strike, hurling Qin Nian through the air once more.

Sprawled on the ground, Qin Nian's mouth overflowed with blood as he stared at the enraged Qin Yuanshan standing before him. In that instant, his previous longing for a father's love struck him as completely ridiculous!

"From today onwards, I no longer carry the Qin surname; I take my mother's surname, Xu. From now on, I am Xu Nian, and I have nothing to do with you, Qin Yuanshan!"

Qin Nian's gaze turned icy cold in a flash, and propping himself up with one arm from the dirt, he declared each word with firm resolve.

The instant Qin Yuanshan had shattered his Dantian, all bonds of family between them had vanished like mist.

"Beast, how dare you disrespect your father!" Qin Hen bellowed furiously from nearby.

As Qin Nian prepared to depart, his eyes spotted Qin Hen within the onlookers, curling his lips into another chilling smirk.

"You didn't speak, and I nearly overlooked you, my precious second brother. Today's events are all courtesy of you; one day, your little brother will make sure to return the favor."

The cultivation technique Qin Nian had trained with back then came straight from Qin Hen, whom he once believed acted out of goodwill.

But it was all part of his devious plot: first luring him into cultivation, then exploiting family rules to force Qin Yuanshan to cripple him—such cunning malice was beyond ruthless.

How could he have addressed such a person as second brother for sixteen whole years? He must have been utterly blind!

A bitter self-mockery twisted Qin Nian's features, and in that moment, his heart burned solely with hatred.

Hatred for Qin Hen's brutality.

Hatred for Qin Yuanshan's cruelty.

Hatred for his own foolishness.

And deepest hatred for his own powerlessness, which had dragged his mother into this mess.

Yet right now, he lacked the strength to act; all he could do was survive, for this time hope existed to rescue his mother.

Qin Nian turned slowly and limped toward the Qin Family Mansion's gates, aware that delaying his exit might trap him here today, since his earlier words had already ignited Qin Yuanshan and Qin Hen's wrath.

"Hmph, you think you can leave?" Qin Hen sneered coldly.

With those words, he darted in front of Qin Nian and slammed a brutal fist into his chest.

"Thud!"

Blood erupted wildly from Qin Nian's mouth, his ribs cracking instantly as his body sailed back into the courtyard.

With his cultivation now ruined, and Qin Hen as a Nine-star Warrior whose punches could pulverize stone, how could Qin Nian possibly endure?

After landing that devastating blow on Qin Nian, Qin Hen showed no signs of relenting and stomped down viciously on his legs.

Channeling immense power, Qin Hen poured every ounce of his strength into that stomp.

"Ah..."

A piercing, soul-shattering scream tore from Qin Nian's throat as both his thigh bones shattered cruelly.

"Ha ha, so bold to act arrogant? Dreaming of revenge? Crawl up and face me! Useless trash, nothing but trash!" Qin Hen ground his foot into Qin Nian's thigh with savage glee, laughing maniacally, his face twisted in ferocity.

Qin Yuanshan merely observed from the sidelines, making no move to interfere.

The Qin Family watched on with cold detachment; only a handful flashed brief pity, but none dared step in to halt the brutality.

What a heartless, frigid clan.

Qin Nian's heart froze like eternal glacial ice.

Though his body's agony was unbearable, he gritted his teeth and endured.

His sole conviction was survival; his mother awaited his rescue, and his revenge demanded fulfillment.

In his heart, he swore that if he survived this day, he would repay the Qin Family double for every humiliation endured.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, a venerable voice echoed from the depths of the Qin Family estate.

"Ancestor!"

The entire Qin Family jolted in shock, hastily bowing toward the voice's origin.

Qin Hen swiftly ceased his assault on Qin Nian.

The Ancestor's command was absolute; he wouldn't dare disobey, not even if his father pleaded.

"He remains a Qin Family bloodline; the punishment is done, so expel him from the household—no need for excess violence." The authoritative elder voice resounded once more, its tone brooking no argument.

"Yes!" Qin Yuanshan replied at once, then barked at the servants, "You lot, drag this beast out and abandon him to his fate."

Beside him, the numb Qin Nian felt himself hauled from the Qin Family grounds and tossed into a rundown temple at Cloud Sea City's eastern edge.

That filthy, beggar-infested spot reeked of squalor.

Still, Qin Nian understood his life was preserved, and with that realization, his unyielding will finally eased.

With his fixation finally easing, he plunged into utter unconsciousness.

...

Nightfall crept in gradually, as sparse stars dotted the darkening sky.

Along the narrow trail beyond the dilapidated temple, a middle-aged man approached steadily.

Oddly enough, with no significant Republic incidents imposing※ Martial Law since 1912, the man moved at a leisurely pace, but his silhouette flickered phantom-like, spanning tens of meters in a single stride before he abruptly materialized within the temple.

His eyes swept across the temple before settling on the gravely wounded Qin Nian.

Upon spotting the critically injured Qin Nian, a spark of thrill lit up his expression.

"What a potent Divine Demon bloodline! I, Bai Tianhan, have roamed the mortal realms for hundreds of years and finally uncovered a fitting disciple. From this day forward, you are Bai Tianhan's apprentice, ha ha!" The middle-aged man boomed with laughter.

Sweeping Qin Nian into his arms, he vanished rapidly into the enveloping darkness.