Chapter 295: Let My Son Bear It!
"An omen of early demise!"
Qin Chuan was suddenly startled. The so-called omen of early demise concealed great peril within it.
From the perspective of fate, it means that misfortune outweighs good fortune, almost leading to a dead end!
"Is there a way to remedy this?"
Qin Chuan hurriedly asked, actually harboring an inexplicable sense of anticipation in his heart.
"Well..."
The White Crane King hesitated for a moment, his face becoming solemn, and said in a low voice, "If you have to say, there is, but such a method causes more harm than good, and it’s utterly pointless."
"I’ve always refrained from speaking about these matters mainly because I’m afraid my daughter will hear and do something foolish."
Qin Chuan looked at him, signaling for him to continue.
The White Crane King continued, "The omen of early demise can actually be resolved by transferring misfortune. In other words, let others share his misfortune, increasing his chances of survival."
"But the corresponding cost is... the person to whom the misfortune is transferred will also face the risk of early demise."
Qin Chuan’s eyes lit up!
His heart raced, yet his face showed no emotion, asking, "What is the specific method of transferring misfortune?"
Wow!
The White Crane King was suddenly shocked, looking at Qin Chuan incredulously, exclaiming, "Could it be, Dao Brother, you intend to share his misfortune with yourself?!"
In his heart, he felt some admiration for Qin Chuan.
This man possessed immense power, yet he was willing to risk himself for the younger generation, showing he was a true hero with responsibility and generosity.
"Why not?"
Qin Chuan said calmly.
In fact, he felt no psychological pressure because even if he transferred it, it would be to Qin Xiaozhu, having nothing to do with him, Zhou Shuren.
At this moment, the White Crane King smiled bitterly and said, "I’m afraid that even if Dao Brother has the heart, it’s impossible."
"Oh?"
Qin Chuan frowned at him.
The White Crane King said solemnly, "Transferring misfortune is not something just anyone can do. Otherwise, for my daughter’s happiness... I wouldn’t mind catching thousands as offerings."
"The true difficulty in transferring misfortune lies in the person sharing the misfortune with him; their age and cultivation level must be similar and, moreover, must be willing, without any resistance in their hearts."
"Unless they are the truest friends or genuinely love each other, even if others are forced to share the misfortune, there will be resistance in their hearts. This is human nature’s instinct, uncontrollable."
"That’s why I dared not tell my daughter. If she knew, she would definitely try to do so."
After hearing this, Qin Chuan remained silent.
His face showed signs of conflict and perhaps some pain, but in the end, he seemed to suppress this dilemma with immense willpower.
"Could Qin Zi do it?"
He looked seriously at the White Crane King.
"Dao Brother! Do you really want... your own son to take this risk? Could you bear it?"
The White Crane King exclaimed in shock.
"Jin Zhi has shown kindness to us, father and son, which cannot be forgotten. Since he is in great trouble, we, father and son, cannot stand idly by."
Qin Chuan’s voice was low but incredibly firm, and with his slightly stern expression, there arose a noble and righteous spirit.
The gentlemanly spirit of gratitude and repayment!
The White Crane King stared blankly at Qin Chuan for a long time, then exhaled and said with a bitter smile:
"Dao Brother, your righteousness! I admit, I have not reached such a state. Actually, Jin Zhi has been kind to us as well, but for my daughter’s safety, I can only apologize to him."
"Ultimately, I can’t truly regard him as equal, even though he has shown grace to us, I still look down on him, feeling that his life is less valuable than my daughter’s."
"But Dao Brother has reached another level, placing the character of benefactors at the same height as oneself, regardless of how weak they are."
"I... am genuinely convinced!"
In the end, the White Crane King’s eyes showed respect, bowing his proud head to Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan watched the scene, feeling something peculiar in his heart.
This brother, I just want to screw over my son a bit, how did I become so noble in your eyes?!
Please don’t make such assumptions.
You’re putting me in a passive position!
He admitted there was an elusive moral air hovering around him, seemingly ready to bind him...
Why do people get morally bound? Ultimately, it’s because they don’t want to taint their beautiful image in others’ eyes.
When others look at you with admiration, it’s hard not to hesitate to do anything bad.
Of course, except for those with thick skin!
Coincidentally, Qin Chuan was precisely the type with particularly thick skin, thick enough to circle the Earth twice.
He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You must know the method to transfer misfortune, right? Please tell me."
"Hmm."
The White Crane King solemnly nodded.
With things said to this extent, he naturally couldn’t refuse, especially... speaking from selfishness, if Qin Zi bore the misfortune, the greatest beneficiary would be his daughter!
As long as Jin Zhi doesn’t meet an early demise, his daughter is sure to live a blessed life, undoubtedly!
Though reluctant to admit, Jin Zhi’s virility is extraordinarily rare, even making him look westward with a sigh...
...
"What, there’s such a thing?!"
When Qin Zi learned the truth about the misfortune, he was greatly shocked, nearly jumping up.
"So, what do you plan to do?"
Qin Chuan asked in a deep voice.
Although, in his heart, Qin Xiaozhu had no choice at all, everything was clearly arranged in advance.
But he still had to pretend to ask.
"Dad, I..."
Seeing his father’s stern expression, Qin Zi thought his father was worried about self-harm, so he felt a bit guilty.
Yet, thinking about how Senior Brother Jin treated him well, he took a deep breath and summing courage, said:
"Dad, every part of my body comes from my parents, so I shouldn’t be so capricious, but Senior Brother Jin holds deep affection for me, taking care of me like a sibling. He is in trouble, and I can’t sit idly by."
To make his words more convincing, Qin Xiaozhu quoted ancient texts, "Moreover, you’ve always taught me to repay kindness. A drop of water should be returned with a spring, and as a man, I... "
"Hmm."
Before he finished, Qin Chuan nodded.
As for what kind of internal connection or conflict there might be between a spring and being a man, he wasn’t particularly concerned. They’re useless details.
"Dad, you agreed?!"
Qin Zi was about to continue speaking, but when he saw his dad agree, he was overjoyed, nearly jumping in excitement.
"Hmm, our Qin Family does things with clear distinctions between gratitude and grievance. If someone has shown kindness to us, we must repay it even at great risk!"
Qin Chuan said seriously.
He looked up at a forty-five-degree angle into the sky, his handsome and suave profile exuding a radiant humanity.
Soon.
Qin Chuan handed over the method to transfer misfortune to Qin Zi, and after Qin Zi studied it for a bit, he went to find Jin Zhi.
Jin Zhi hadn’t read books.
He was uneducated.
Under Qin Zi’s persuasion, the two quickly completed the transfer of misfortune, and immediately, a storm brewed in the heavens and the earth.
"Boom!"
A large amount of black clouds gathered, forming a huge black vortex over the White Crane Celestial Palace.
Thunder and lightning!
And under the illumination of lightning, one could vaguely see a black mist invisible to the naked eye fly out from Jin Zhi’s body.
The black mist condensed, forming a huge black skull in the sky, which split into two, drilling into the two individuals’ bodies.
"Die, those who steal my essence all must die..."
Vaguely, there seemed to be a hoarse and sinister wailing, as if coming from the depths of Hell, ethereal and unreal.