Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Jin Renfeng's body twisted, deformed, and carbonized violently in the pure white flames, and his soul was as if it had been thrown into a purgatory furnace, enduring the most extreme pain in the world.

The price of betraying one's sect, the shame of selling one's dignity, all ambition and sins are mercilessly burned away by this all-purifying flame at this moment!

In mid-air, there was nothing at all.

There was no ashes, no remains, not even a trace of the place that once existed had been completely annihilated.

Jin Renfeng, this scheming, treacherous, promiscuous, and ultimately cunning schemer, along with his filthy soul, was utterly annihilated by Qin Chuan's pure Yang Flame, wiped clean from this world.

The room was deathly silent, except for the continued wind and rain outside the window, with thunder rumbling, as if providing a final footnote to this despicable betrayal and thorough reckoning.

Dongfang Guyue closed her eyes in despair, and two lines of tears silently slid down her cheeks.

Dongfang Huaizhu bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes still filled with hatred, yet also carrying a complex sense of relief and acceptance.

Dongfang Qinlan gave a heavy "humph," her small face full of satisfaction: "Serves you right! Good riddance!"

Qin Chuan slowly withdrew his hand, the pure white flame disappearing into his palm as if it had never appeared.

He looked out the window at the deep night sky, his gaze profound.

The malignant tumor of Shenhuoshan Manor has finally been completely eradicated.

Chapter 32 Be my brother-in-law!

After Jin Renfeng vanished into thin air, a heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the gradually subsiding sound of rain outside the window and Dongfang Guyue's suppressed cough.

Qin Chuan withdrew his gaze from the window and landed on the emaciated Dongfang Guyue. The coldness in his eyes had faded, replaced by a calm scrutiny.

“Master Dongfang,” Qin Chuan’s calm voice broke the silence, “the tumor has been removed, but your body still needs recuperation.”

Dongfang Guyue forced herself to sit up straighter, a bittersweet smile appearing on her face, and waved her hand:

"Fellow Daoist Qin, you've gone to great lengths. My health... cough cough... isn't anything incurable, it's just... the years take their toll."

He looked at Qin Chuan, his eyes open and magnanimous, "The human race has a limited lifespan. Even I, an old man, cannot escape the erosion of time. A hundred years is the end of my life, and I have long since come to terms with it. Who can escape death?"

His words were calm, yet they carried a sense of melancholy for a hero in his twilight years.

His gaze shifted to his two beautiful daughters beside him, whose expressions of worry were hard to conceal. The deep-seated anxiety hidden beneath his composed demeanor could no longer be hidden.

"The only things I can't let go of are Huaizhu and Qinlan."

Dongfang Guyue's voice lowered, filled with deep worry:

"Jin Renfeng's dying words were no empty boast. He must have a backup plan. If he fails, the secret of my Eastern Spirit Clan will probably no longer be a secret! At that time, wolves will surround us, coveting this bloodline that can inherit spiritual power. If I go, how will those two weak women protect themselves in this wolf-infested environment?"

His gaze was fixed intently on Qin Chuan, filled with pleading and a final hope:

"Fellow Daoist Qin, I shamelessly wish to entrust them, especially Huaizhu, to you. She has been missing you dearly since our trip to the Southern Kingdom."

He cut to the chase and turned his gaze to his eldest daughter.

"Father!" Dongfang Huaizhu's cheeks flushed instantly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, her fingers tightly twisting the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding wildly, not daring to look at Qin Chuan's face.

Her father spoke her thoughts so bluntly, especially after such a dramatic change, which made her feel both ashamed and anxious, mixed with a secret expectation and the fear of rejection.

Dongfang Qinlan's eyes widened as she looked at her sister, then at Qin Chuan, her mouth slightly agape, a look of sudden realization dawning on her face.

Qin Chuan was clearly not expected that Dongfang Guyue would bring up this matter so directly at this time. Even though he was experienced in the world and as calm as a mountain, he was slightly taken aback.

He subconsciously looked at Dongfang Huaizhu, only to see her head bowed, her ears flushed, her girlish demeanor particularly vivid amidst the bleakness after the storm.

In just a moment, Qin Chuan regained his usual composure.

He smiled gently, a smile that carried a calming power, defusing the sudden awkwardness that had arisen in the room.

"Master Dongfang, you flatter me. There's no need to rush into making your final arrangements."

He walked to the bedside, his tone slightly relaxed: "Has the Master seen the basic cultivation technique 'Spiritual Origin Initial Guidance Technique' that I have been widely disseminating among the human race over the years?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Guyue's face showed a hint of shame: "This... cough cough... I am ashamed. I know that Fellow Daoist Qin's cultivation method has profound implications and benefits all living beings. However..."

He was somewhat hesitant to speak, but finally confessed:

"To be honest, fellow Daoist, I and the aristocratic families in the Dao Alliance, relying on our long-standing traditions and profound techniques, have not truly studied these basic methods with our hearts. We always feel that, well, they are a bit too simplistic."

This is the mindset of almost all top cultivators today; they are accustomed to pursuing powerful secret techniques and instinctively disregard basic, popular cultivation methods.

Qin Chuan nodded knowingly, not getting angry at all. Instead, his smile deepened, carrying a knowing understanding of the ways of the world.

“Simple? Master, you are mistaken. It is precisely this ‘simplicity’ that is the foundation. Although the ‘Spiritual Origin Initial Guidance Technique’ I created is called the foundation, its purpose is completely different from the cultivation methods passed down by the Dao Alliance for thousands of years.”

His gaze was profound, as if it contained the most profound truths:

"The Dao Alliance's cultivation methods often prioritize quick results and power, depleting one's life force for temporary strength, like boiling oil over a raging fire—intense yet easily exhausted. The 'Spiritual Source Initial Induction Technique,' on the other hand, emphasizes strengthening the foundation, connecting with heaven and earth, and nourishing the very essence of life. While the increase in magical power may be slower, its strength lies in its solid foundation and boundless potential. And one of its most profound mysteries..."

Qin Chuan paused slightly, his gaze fixed on Dongfang Guyue's shocked eyes, and said, word by word:

"With the continuous improvement of magical power and the constant nourishment of the life essence, a cultivator's lifespan can increase along with their cultivation level!"

"what?!"

Dongfang Guyue's eyes widened suddenly, and an incredulous flush instantly rose on her withered face, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

The biggest weakness of the human race compared to the demon race, which has plagued humanity for millions of years, is lifespan!

This seemingly insurmountable barrier was actually broken silently by the person before us using the most basic and widespread technique?!

"Lifespan... lifespan increased?! This... how is this possible?!"

Dongfang Guyue's voice trembled; the shock of this news even overshadowed the pain of Jin Renfeng's betrayal.

"Fellow Daoist, is what you say true?!"

"It's true."

Qin Chuan's tone was certain:

"It's just that this method has only been popular for a short time, and most practitioners are not at a high level. The effects of this life-extending method have not yet been widely manifested, so it is not known to the world. If you, Master Zhuang, devote yourself to cultivation, with your foundation, it is not difficult to make up for the losses and extend your life by another hundred years."

Dongfang Guyue stared blankly at Qin Chuan, her eyes filled with an extremely complicated expression.

There was ecstasy, regret, and an unprecedented, heartfelt admiration.

He struggled to get up and bow, but Qin Chuan gently pressed him down.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, your kindness is immense! I...I..."

Dongfang Guyue was so excited that he was incoherent. Only now did he truly understand that the seemingly young cultivator in front of him had a mind, vision, and understanding of the "Dao" that had already surpassed everyone in the Dao Alliance and reached a height that he could not even imagine.

Solving the problem of lifespan is like lighting a beacon for the frail human race to the future!

"There's no need for that, Master," Qin Chuan said calmly. "Just calm your mind and focus."

He said no more, extended a finger, and gently touched Dongfang Guyue's brow.

A vast yet gentle magical power, brimming with boundless vitality, flowed slowly into the parched and decaying meridians and internal organs of the Lonely Moon in the East, like a gentle stream under the warm spring sun.

This power was not forcibly instilled, but rather guided the remaining vitality within him, nourishing his depleted essence, like spring rain irrigating parched fields.

Dongfang Guyue felt a warm current flow through her limbs and bones in an instant. Her heavy body seemed to have been relieved of a thousand-pound burden, and her breathing became smooth. A trace of color returned to her sallow face, and her eyes regained their luster.

Although a full recovery is still a long way off, the heavy deathly aura has been dispelled, and the vitality has been crucially replenished.

After a moment, Qin Chuan withdrew his finger:

"I have made up for some of the deficiency in your spiritual essence, enough to support you to resume your cultivation of the 'Spiritual Essence Initial Guidance Technique.' I have spread this method throughout the human race, and you only need to cultivate it step by step. In time, you will naturally be as healthy as before."

Feeling the long-lost vitality within him, Dongfang Guyue burst into tears. He knew that Qin Chuan had pulled him back from the brink of death, and that his life, as well as the hope of protecting his daughter and the Shenhuoshan Manor, were all saved by Qin Chuan.

"The Dongfang family will never forget Fellow Daoist Qin's kindness in saving us!"

Dongfang Guyue solemnly promises.

Qin Chuan nodded slightly: "Now that this matter is settled, Master, please rest and recuperate. I am aware of the last hidden danger of the Dongfang family."

He made a pointed remark about a threat other than Jin Renfeng, saying, "I will keep an eye on this matter. Farewell."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Chuan's figure vanished like a wisp of smoke, disappearing outside the door before Dongfang Huaizhu and Dongfang Qinlan could fully react, leaving only a wisp of breeze behind.

He left so decisively that he didn't even glance at Dongfang Huaizhu.

Dongfang Huaizhu stared blankly at the empty doorway. The embarrassment of her father's confession had not yet completely faded, and now it was replaced by a deep sense of loss and a hint of unspeakable grievance.

He just left like that... so suddenly...

Did he hear what his father said? What was he thinking? Why was he in such a hurry to leave? Was he deliberately avoiding the issue? Was he unwilling to reciprocate his feelings, or did he feel that the timing was inappropriate?

A myriad of thoughts surged into her mind, leaving her with mixed feelings, and she unconsciously bit her red lips.

"Sister! Stop spacing out!" Dongfang Qinlan's clear voice broke the silence. She skipped over to Huaizhu's side, her little face full of optimism and encouragement. "Dad's alright! That scumbag Jin is turned to ashes too! All thanks to Senior Qin! Look at you, your face is still red!"

She mischievously poked her sister's cheek.

"Qin Lan!" Dongfang Huaizhu slapped her sister's hand away in embarrassment and annoyance.

"Oh, what's there to be shy about! Dad has already made it clear for you! Senior Qin must have been in a hurry to take care of something important! Didn't you hear him say he was going to keep an eye on potential threats to our family? He must have been trying to find a solution!"

Dongfang Qinlan stood with her hands on her hips, looking like a little adult:

"Sis, let me tell you, it's easy for a woman to pursue a man! You're so beautiful, have such a good personality, and are so skilled! As long as we take the initiative, are brave enough to pursue him, and show some sincerity, I don't believe Senior Qin is made of stone! Sooner or later, we'll win him over and make him my brother-in-law!"

Dongfang Qinlan confidently waved her little fist, cheering her older sister on.

Dongfang Huaizhu was both amused and exasperated by her younger sister's frankness and boldness, which somewhat lessened her sense of disappointment.

She looked in the direction where Qin Chuan had disappeared outside the door, her eyes filled with complex emotions, a mixture of girlish shyness and a quietly growing firm resolve.

In any case, the crisis at Shenhuoshan Manor was temporarily averted, there was hope for her father's health, and her heart seemed to have a clear direction.

But what are the true feelings of that figure, who is as unattainable as a mountain?

She didn't know that Qin Chuan's hasty departure was not to avoid her feelings, nor was it solely due to the potential threat from the Dongfang family.

His figure streaked across the sky like a streak of light, his target clear: the Tushan Demon Alliance Conference!

A myriad of demons gather, and heroes rise together.

A grand event concerning the entire demon race's structure and even the future of both the human and demon realms is reaching its most crucial moment.

Although he believed in Tu Shan Hong Hong's abilities, he still felt more at ease seeing it with his own eyes.

Chapter 33 You Don't Understand Love!