Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"He actually went straight to Huangfeng City to force them to hand over the murderer! He not only demanded that they immediately hand over the killer, but also demanded that fifty pairs of boys and girls be buried with him! Who does he think he is! He's utterly insane and stupid!"

Tu Shan Rongrong gently closed the ledger in her hand, her narrowed eyes slightly opening a crack, revealing her worry:

"What's more troublesome is that he also caused a scene in Tushan. He made outrageous remarks, questioning my sister's qualifications as the leader of the Demon Alliance, threatening to challenge her, and even said some very rude things."

She omitted the offensive words of marriage proposal, her tone remaining calm yet clearly heavy:

"Although Jin Linling was taught a lesson by her sister and had to retreat in a sorry state, this matter has already had some negative impact within the Demon Alliance."

Tu Shan Ya Ya continued, still angry, waving her little fist:

"Exactly! He's so arrogant! If my sister hadn't stopped me, saying I was too rough, I would have frozen his long snake tail into ice crystals! Let's see if he can still swing it around like that!"

She spoke with great conviction, but her slightly pouting lips and the way she glanced at Qin Chuan seemed to subtly convey a sense of anticipation, as if she wanted him to agree to let her beat him up.

Qin Chuan naturally saw through her little scheme and chuckled inwardly, but didn't show it on his face.

He looked at Tu Shan Rongrong, who was always calmer.

Rongrong sighed softly, her voice gentle yet tinged with weariness:

"Brother Qin Chuan, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible. It is understandable that Jin Linling is heartbroken over the loss of her brother and her behavior is extreme, but this has undoubtedly greatly exacerbated the antagonism between Huangfeng City and Huangfeng Ridge, and even shaken the trust of some demon kings within the demon alliance in their sister's authority."

She shook her head slightly, her tone tinged with a hint of regret:

"If the truth cannot be found out as soon as possible and an irrefutable explanation cannot be given to both sides, the momentum of reconciliation that has finally emerged after Mu Tiancheng may take a sharp turn for the worse, or even be completely lost. The future that you and your sister both hope for will not be easy to achieve. It feels like you have just opened a window, and someone is eager to cover it with mud."

After listening, Qin Chuan already understood the situation.

He looked at the two sisters with gentle eyes and comforted them:

“You don’t need to worry too much. This matter is strange, and I have a general idea of ​​who is behind it all, stirring up trouble.”

"What? You know who it is?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes lit up instantly, her earlier slight embarrassment vanished completely, and she jumped in front of Qin Chuan, excitedly grabbing his sleeve:

"What are we waiting for! Let's go! I'll go with you! I'll find that cowardly bastard and beat him to a pulp! I promise I'll be more careful than your sister!"

She straightened her chest, trying to make herself look very reliable.

Qin Chuan shook his head helplessly as he looked at her eager expression, as if she couldn't wait to start a fight.

He reached out, instinctively wanting to pat her head, but Ya Ya turned her head away, giving him a glare that said, "Don't treat me like a child."

He withdrew his hand, his tone full of rejection:

"Ya Ya, you stay in Tu Shan. It's easier for me to investigate this matter secretly by myself."

"Hey! You underestimate me!" Tu Shan Ya Ya instantly bristled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I, Tu Shan Ya Ya, am pretty powerful now, okay! I can..."

"Sister Ya Ya".

Tu Shan Rongrong spoke at the right moment, her voice soft yet soothing:

“Brother Qin Chuan is right. You are now the second-in-command of Tushan. With my sister away, you need to stay in Tushan and stabilize the people’s hearts. Besides, I also need help to organize intelligence from all sides.”

She cleverly elevated Ya Ya's role, giving her a reason to stay.

Ya Ya glanced at Rong Rong, then glared at Qin Chuan. Although she was still unwilling, the words "second-in-command" and "help" clearly pleased her somewhat.

She snorted and turned her head away: "Fine, fine, since Rongrong needs my help, I'll reluctantly stay! I'm not listening to you, you stinky Qin Chuan!"

A hint of a smile flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes as he looked at Rongrong with approval:

"Rongrong, have faith in her, and have faith in Tushan as well."

Rongrong nodded earnestly, smiling with narrowed eyes: "Yes, Brother Qin Chuan, don't worry. Be careful."

"Hey! What kind of tone is that, like you're giving your last words?! Hurry up and take care of this troublemaker and come back!"

Ya Ya's back was to Qin Chuan, and her voice came through in a muffled tone, carrying a barely perceptible concern.

Qin Chuan said no more, nodded slightly to Rongrong, his figure rippled like water, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

"Hmph! You run fast!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya then turned around and made a face at the spot where Qin Chuan had disappeared, but the worry in her eyes was unmistakable.

Tu Shan Rongrong picked up the ledger again, a knowing smile on her lips, and murmured to herself, "Sister Ya Ya, you're clearly very worried about Brother Qin Chuan."

"Who, who's worried about that jerk! I'm worried about my sister's hard work being ruined!"

Ya Ya immediately retorted loudly, but a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. To cover it up, she grabbed the Endless Wine Gourd and gulped down a large mouthful.

Huangfeng City, not far from Tushan, was filled with demonic energy and sword energy, creating a tense atmosphere.

On the open ground outside the city, a giant serpent revealed its true form, its scales menacing and its demonic aura overwhelming; it was none other than the grief-stricken and furious Golden Scale Spirit.

His enormous, serpentine eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at an old man below, a man holding a broken sword and with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth—a highly respected book master from Huang Fengcheng.

"You old bastard! You'll pay for my brother's life!"

With a roar, the Golden Scale Spirit opened its blood-red maw, unleashing a foul-smelling demonic wind and destructive power, and fiercely bit down!

The master calligrapher looked desperate; he was at his last gasp and could no longer resist.

At this critical moment, a green figure suddenly appeared in front of Master Shu like a ghost.

The newcomer merely raised his hand casually, without displaying any particularly imposing aura. Yet, the serpentine bite, powerful enough to shatter mountains, struck as if it had crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall, producing a dull thud and unable to advance any further!

Jin Linling felt a sharp pain as the giant snake head was thrown back by the recoil. Its scarlet vertical pupils suddenly locked onto the suddenly appearing figure in green.

He failed to recognize Qin Chuan; instead, the aura that belonged to the human race fueled his rage even more.

"Humans! They all deserve to die!"

The Golden Scale Spirit roared, its voice filled with violent and insane hatred. Its massive snake tail, carrying immense power, tore through the air and swept fiercely towards Qin Chuan. Its demonic power surged, indiscriminately targeting and aiming to destroy all the humans in front of it!

Qin Chuan's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes: "Just as I thought."

He did not dodge, but simply stretched out his other hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and gently pressed down on the huge snake tail that was sweeping towards him.

As if time had stood still, the snake tail, which contained terrifying power, suddenly stopped when it was still three feet away from Qin Chuan. The boiling demonic power on it was instantly smoothed out and imprisoned by an invisible hand.

The Golden Scale Spirit's enormous true form struggled violently, but it seemed to be bound by countless invisible chains, unable to move any further.

Finally, amidst horrified gazes, it rapidly shrank back to human form, only to be pressed to the ground by a gentle yet irresistible force, making it difficult even to lift its head.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Only then did the still-shaken crowd on Huang Fengcheng's side react and burst into a huge scream.

"It's Sect Leader Qin!"

"Greetings, Master Qin!"

Qin Chuan surveyed the room, his gaze calm yet imposing, his voice carrying clearly throughout:

"The matter of Huangfengling and Huangfengcheng will be handled by me, Qin. I will investigate the truth thoroughly and give the world an explanation."

Having said that, he rolled up his sleeves, took the restrained Golden Scale Spirit with him, and transformed into a streak of azure light, heading straight towards Yellow Wind Ridge, leaving behind countless shocked, complicated, and subtly expectant gazes.

Chapter 42 The Third Young Master's One Finger!

As the azure light faded, Qin Chuan casually removed the binding force. The Golden Scale Spirit, as if its bones had been removed, crashed onto the cold, hard rock, coughing violently, each cough seeming as if it were about to vomit its lungs out.

The bloodshot, madness in his eyes, which had been devouring people, receded like the tide, gradually returning to clarity, but tinged with deep weariness and disorientation.

He shook his head, which felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and with difficulty focused his vision, he saw the blue figure standing with his hands behind his back in front of him.

The man was gazing into the distance at the terrifying, massive crack between heaven and earth—the Wind Cave Sinkhole.

Its figure appears ordinary, without any imposing aura, yet it seems to have existed there since time immemorial, breathing in harmony with the surrounding mountains, rivers, rocks, and even the entire world. A profound and unfathomable aura naturally emanates from it, causing demons to tremble.

"It's...it's you...Qin Chuan?"

Jin Linling finally recognized the person who came, her voice dry and hoarse.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his demonic power was still suppressed by an invisible force and was difficult to mobilize.

He was originally extremely dissatisfied with Qin Chuan, and even harbored secret jealousy towards him.

Rumors circulate that Qin Chuan and Tu Shan Hong Hong have a close relationship, even to the point of mutual affection, and Tu Shan Hong Hong herself admitted at the Demon Alliance Conference that Qin Chuan is an "important person" to her.

How could this snake demon, who harbored delusions about Tushan Honghong, tolerate this?

But now, recalling the moment outside Huangfeng City, when he revealed his true form and unleashed a full-force attack in anger, only to be easily subdued by the opponent with no power to resist.

That deep-seated sense of powerlessness and the absolute gap in strength were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing all his resentment and jealousy.

He lowered his head dejectedly, his voice tinged with bitterness and a hint of relief: "I lost. I admit defeat wholeheartedly. Compared to me, perhaps only someone like you truly deserves her."

He was referring to Tu Shan Hong Hong.

Qin Chuan, however, seemed not to have heard his words at all, and did not even glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

His entire focus was already locked on the distant wind cave sinkhole, which resembled a scar on the earth.

The howling wind emanating from there carried an eerie suction and an ominous tremor. He shifted slightly, about to transform into a streak of light and head straight for the eye of the storm.

Seeing this, Jin Linling said, "You're going to the Wind Cave Heavenly Pit? It's extremely dangerous there; even ordinary demon kings would be torn to shreds by the gale-force winds if they got close..."

Qin Chuan still ignored him, took a step and was already several feet away, and with another step, his figure became blurred.

Jin Linling looked in the direction he disappeared, opened her mouth, and finally let out a long sigh. She slumped onto the rocks, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Qin Chuan's figure appeared almost out of thin air at the edge of the Wind Cave sinkhole.

The raging gale formed an invisible barrier here, tearing apart anything that came near.

However, in the heart of this devastating wind domain, a highly incongruous figure was wandering around.

The person was dressed in a large, gorgeous, and strangely golden theatrical costume with an ancient style. His face was covered with a plain white mask, completely concealing his appearance.

He was strolling leisurely through the raging wind with a peculiar rhythm, his posture playful and relaxed, creating an absurd contrast with the devastating environment around him.

The terrifying gale, powerful enough to tear apart refined gold, seemed to possess sentience as it obediently flowed around him when it approached within a foot of him, not daring to touch him.

Qin Chuan's gaze fell on the strange man in the theatrical costume, his voice calm and even, yet clearly piercing through the howling wind:

"Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom, you certainly have a good interest. Every time we meet, do you always hide your true self like this, using your disguise to tease the world?"

The strange figure in the costume suddenly stopped moving, as if the scene had frozen.

He turned around slowly, very slowly.

Beneath the pure white mask, two seemingly tangible, sharp eyes suddenly lit up, like cold stars in the night, piercing through the mask and landing on Qin Chuan, scrutinizing him from head to toe.