122: Real or Fake Young Master, I'm Not a Sniper God 1

The Original Owner, Qin Jiuge, should have been the most dazzling pearl in the Cultivation World.

His mother was the Saintess of the Holy Radiance Holy Land, a figure rarely seen in a century, pure as the bright moon of the Nine Heavens, with unfathomable cultivation.

His father was the Sect Master who commanded the world's number one sword Sect—the Divine Sword Sect. His Sword Dao reached the level of a Heavenly God, and his might shook the Eight Desolations.

His ten older brothers and sisters were all exceptionally talented and breathtakingly stunning.

His five older brothers were handsome and graceful, their cultivation having already reached the Soul Transformation stage, making them recognized Young Elites of the Cultivation World.

His five older sisters were beautiful as Heavenly Immortals, their talent and beauty unmatched in the world, making them the Dao Companions countless Cultivators dreamed of.

This was a Family standing at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World's pyramid, possessing endless resources, supreme authority, and boundless favor.

And Qin Jiuge, as the youngest child of this Family, should have been the recipient of thousands of favors, destined for a carefree and glorious life.

However, the gears of fate were maliciously twisted when he was one year old.

A group of enemies of unknown origin ambushed the Divine Sword Sect. In the chaos, Qin Jiuge, still an infant in swaddling clothes, was abducted.

The entire Qin Family fell into unprecedented panic and grief.

The Sect Master and his wife exhausted the power of the entire Sect, mobilized all connections within the Holy Radiance Holy Land, and launched a massive, inescapable search across the entire Cultivation World.

For three whole years, they traversed countless mountains and rivers, searched every Secret Realm, and expended immense manpower and resources, yet there was never any news.

Under the torment of endless despair and longing, a Mortal infant appeared in their sight like a drowning man's straw.

This orphaned baby was accidentally discovered by them during a trip down the mountain.

Although his Aptitude was mediocre and his Spiritual Roots were mixed, there was a certain resemblance in his features to the youthful spirit of Qin Jiuge.

The Sect Master and his wife seemed to see the shadow of their missing young son in him.

That misplaced fatherly and motherly love instantly found an outlet for release.

They brought this orphan back to the Divine Sword Sect, adopted him as their foster son, and named him—Qin Lovable.

This name was filled with all their longing and love for their missing young son.

Initially, perhaps they only treated Qin Lovable as an emotional substitute.

But as time passed, Qin Lovable's obedient, sensible, and flattering personality gradually captured everyone's hearts.

He knew deeply that everything he had came from the grace of the Qin Family, so he used every trick in the book to please everyone.

He was respectful and filial to the Sect Master and his wife, fawned over his five older brothers, and was meticulously considerate and extremely gentle toward his five older sisters.

The members of the Qin Family had not felt this joy of "loss and recovery" for too long.

They desperately needed a complete Family, and they desperately needed an object onto which they could pour their affection.

Thus, they collectively chose self-deception.

They deliberately ignored Qin Lovable's mediocre Aptitude and his incompatibility with the Qin Family's Bloodline.

They piled all the best resources, the most top-tier Cultivation Techniques, and the most precious Medicinal Pills onto Qin Lovable.

They compensated Qin Lovable doubly for the debt they felt toward Qin Jiuge.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years... Under the protection of the Qin Family, Qin Lovable transformed from a Mortal orphan into the "Young Lord of the Divine Sword Sect," envied by everyone in the Cultivation World.

Although his cultivation, even with the massive accumulation of Qin Family resources, barely reached the Golden Core Stage,

which was worlds apart from the Soul Transformation stage of the Qin Family's older brothers and sisters, this did not prevent him from enjoying glory and a halo that did not belong to him.

And the ten Heavenly Talents of the Qin Family also developed a twisted affection for this younger brother who had appeared out of nowhere.

The five older brothers treated him as a young brother needing protection, granting his every request.

They even cleared all obstacles for him, and even if he committed a serious mistake, they would easily erase it using their authority.

As for the five older sisters, their emotions were even more twisted and dangerous.

In Qin Lovable, they saw a kind of "docility" and "dependence" that was completely different from the arrogant Cultivators around them.

This feeling of being needed and relied upon caused them to become deeply immersed.

Qin Lovable's gentleness and consideration, like poison, slowly eroded their minds and boundaries.

In the end, these five Fairies, whom countless Cultivators once looked up to, all fell, developing a despicable and sordid relationship with Qin Lovable.

Not only did they feel no shame, but they reached an absurd consensus:

The day Qin Lovable's cultivation reached Major Achievement, the five of them would marry him together and serve one husband.

The entire Divine Sword Sect, the entire Cultivation World, was extremely secretive about this matter.

The Qin Family's authority was so vast that it could force everyone to keep silent, concealing this scandal beneath a facade of splendor.

The entire Qin Family indulged in this false "Family happiness," as if the abducted young son, Qin Jiuge, had never existed.

They even began deliberately avoiding his name, as if by not mentioning it, the painful memory would vanish.

However, paper cannot ultimately wrap fire.

Qin Lovable's mediocre Aptitude ultimately could not bear the continuous irrigation of the Qin Family's resources.

During an attempt to forcefully break through to the Nascent Soul stage, his Meridians were completely severed, his Spiritual Roots shattered, his cultivation plummeted, and he himself was barely clinging to life.

The entire Qin Family once again fell into immense panic.

This time, their panic wasn't about the loss of their Bloodline, but about the impending destruction of the "emotional substitute" they had painstakingly nurtured for decades.

They searched for famous doctors across the world and used every Heaven And Earth Treasure, but nothing worked.

Until a reclusive Evil Cultivator pointed out a "path to life" for them.

"To save Qin Lovable, you must use a person with a Five Elements Heavenly Spiritual Root as the catalyst to refine a 'Nine Revolutions Heaven Mending Pill'."

"This Medicinal Pill can reshape Meridians, recreate Spiritual Roots, and bring the dead back to life."

This news, like a clap of thunder, exploded in the ears of every Qin Family member.

A Five Elements Heavenly Spiritual Root? The rarest, most Heaven-Defying Spiritual Root in this world... Their biological son, Qin Jiuge!

The name they had forgotten for decades,

the name they had sealed away like a thorn in their heart,

now became their only hope of saving Qin Lovable.

At this moment, the last shred of guilt and longing they held for their biological flesh and blood was instantly swallowed by their worry for Qin Lovable and their selfish desires.

They remembered Qin Jiuge's Birth Date and Time, and the Five Elements Heavenly Spiritual Root detected in him back then—a rarity seen once in ten thousand years.

Thus, a hunt targeting their biological son began.

This time, they were more frantic and unscrupulous than they had been when searching for Qin Jiuge years ago.

They mobilized all available forces, searched every corner of the Cultivation World, and even turned their attention to the Mortal Realm, which they had never cared about before.

Decades were enough time for an infant to grow into a young man in the prime of his life.

In a prosperous city in the Mortal Realm, they found Qin Jiuge.

Qin Jiuge at this time was no longer the infant in swaddling clothes.

He had struggled in the Mortal Realm, relying on resilience and wisdom far surpassing Mortals, starting from scratch to become a Great Wealthy Merchant ruling over a region.

He had his own career, his own friends, and his own life, living freely and spiritedly.

Although he often felt confused about his vague origins during midnight reflections,

he never thought his life would intersect with the lofty Cultivation World.

When a group of Immortals descended from the sky and told him that he was the Young Lord of the Divine Sword Sect, their biological son lost years ago,

Qin Jiuge's heart was shocked, bewildered, and held a trace of unspeakable excitement.

He looked at these "relatives" before him, dressed in luxurious clothes and possessing extraordinary temperaments, and seeing the "sincere" tears and "guilty" expressions in their eyes, he wavered.

The bond of Bloodline and the yearning for familial affection ultimately overcame everything.

He abandoned everything in the Mortal Realm and, with a complex and uneasy mood, followed this group of "relatives" back to the home that should have been his.

He thought he had finally found his belonging. He thought the familial affection missing for decades could finally be made up for.

He even naively thought that perhaps he could coexist harmoniously with this "Foster Brother," Qin Lovable.

However, he was wrong—ridiculously and fatally wrong.

On his very first day back at the Divine Sword Sect, he felt not a trace of warmth.

His parents' smiles carried a hint of unconcealed urgency, and his brothers' and sisters' greetings revealed a superficial pretense.

What they cared about was never whether he had lived well these past decades, but rather his body, and his Spiritual Root.

It wasn't until he was forcibly taken into the Pill Refining Room and bound by cold Chains onto an Altar that he finally understood everything.

His father, the Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect whose might shook the Eight Desolations, personally slapped a Seal Talisman onto his Dantian and said coldly:

"Jiuge, sacrificing just you to save your lovable brother is nothing. You are a son of the Qin Family; this is your honor."

His mother, the Saintess pure as moonlight, looked at him with no pity in her eyes, only a cold, ruthless determination:

"Child, your life was given by the Qin Family. Now, it is time to return it to the Qin Family."

His ten older brothers and sisters, those who should have been his closest relatives, were all standing outside the Pill Refining Room, silently watching everything unfold.

In their eyes, there was struggle and reluctance, but ultimately, it all turned into tacit consent.

For the sake of Qin Lovable, they could sacrifice their biological younger brother.

For the sake of the substitute they had personally groomed, they could push their own flesh and blood into an abyss of eternal damnation without hesitation.

Qin Jiuge looked at these familiar yet strange faces before him, and an extreme coldness and fury shot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He was furious—furious at his own naivety, furious at his foolish yearning for Family affection.

He was desolate—desolate over his origins, desolate that he had become nothing more than consumables in the eyes of his closest relatives.

He looked at Qin Lovable, who was surrounded by everyone, lying on a Sickbed not far away, his eyes flickering with triumph and greed.

A hatred he had never felt before erupted in his chest like a volcano.

"Hahaha..."

Qin Jiuge let out a shrill and despairing laugh, the sound filled with endless mockery and sorrow.

"What a Qin Family! What a group of relatives! I, Qin Jiuge, must have been blind to recognize you jackals and tigers as kin!"

"Remember this: even if I, Qin Jiuge, turn into a Vengeful Ghost, I will never let you go!"

Amidst his mournful curses, the furnace fire roared, and the lid of the Pill Furnace slowly closed.

The Essence Blood of the Five Elements Heavenly Spiritual Root was extracted bit by bit, transforming into the purest energy and integrating into the forming "Nine Revolutions Heaven Mending Pill."

Qin Jiuge's life slowly drained away amidst extreme pain and fury.

His gaze went from initial fury to final dead silence.

His body turned to ashes under the searing heat of the furnace fire.

But his Soul, consumed by boundless hatred, sank into an endless Dark Abyss.

He died.

He died in his own home, killed by his closest relatives.

And his death was merely to fulfill an outsider who had usurped his place, and a group of Demons wearing human skin, blinded by selfishness.

The entire Qin Family erupted in cheers of relief the moment the Medicinal Pill was finished.

They surrounded Qin Lovable, watching his complexion gradually turn rosy after taking the Medicinal Pill, their faces beaming with satisfied smiles.

They acted as if they had accomplished a great benevolent deed.

As for Qin Jiuge?

Their biological son, whom they had personally sacrificed?

Perhaps, in the near future, his name would be forgotten by them once more.

Just as if he had never existed... [End of Story Introduction]

[Current Mission: Avenge the Original Owner, kill everyone]

[Soul Transmigration Timeline: When the Original Owner's relatives come to fetch the Original Owner]

Qin Jiuge revealed a smile after finishing the story.

"Hurry up and start. I can't wait to begin target practice."

...In the Capital City of the Mortal Realm, on a bustling street.

Qin Jiuge wore an ordinary merchant's Brocade Robe, standing by the top-floor window of the "Jiuge Business" he had personally founded, looking down at the bustling crowd below.

He played with a Jade Archer's Ring in his hand, a half-smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"They've arrived."

He murmured softly to himself.

In the sky, several streams of light broke through the clouds and slowly descended onto the plaza in front of the business.

Qin Wuya, the Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect, Luo Qingxue, the Saintess of the Holy Radiance Holy Land, along with their five sons, five daughters, and a crowd of Sect Disciples, appeared in the Mortal world like Heavenly Gods descending.

The crowds on the street all knelt on the ground, trembling.

To Mortals, Cultivators were true deities.

Qin Jiuge slowly walked downstairs, pushed open the business's main door, and stepped out.

In the center of the plaza, Qin Wuya wore a Purple-Gold Long Robe, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, his pressure heavy as a mountain.

Luo Qingxue wore white clothes like snow, her appearance peerless, and her temperament cold and aloof.

Their ten children surrounded them, each possessing extraordinary grace; the men were handsome as Immortals, and the women were beauties capable of toppling kingdoms.

However, when Qin Jiuge's gaze swept over these people, all he saw was hypocrisy and greed.

"Jiuge..."

Luo Qingxue was the first to speak, her voice carrying deliberate, feigned sobs.

"My child, Mother has finally found you."

She stepped forward, wanting to embrace Qin Jiuge, but the moment she approached, Qin Jiuge keenly caught the fleeting disgust and disdain in her eyes.

Qin Wuya also stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Child, you have suffered these years. Come home with Father."

Home? Qin Jiuge sneered inwardly.

He meticulously observed these so-called relatives.

Deep within Qin Wuya's eyes was impatient urgency.

Luo Qingxue's maternal love concealed coldness.

The seemingly gentle gazes of the five older brothers revealed scrutiny and contempt.

The beautiful faces of the five older sisters wore false sympathy, but their eyes were full of impatience.

"Are you... truly my parents, older brothers, and older sisters?"

Qin Jiuge deliberately put on a bewildered yet excited appearance, his voice trembling slightly.

"Of course!"

Qin Wuya immediately said,

"Your Bloodline Aura—your father can sense it the moment I get close."

"You are my, Qin Wuya's, biological son, the true Young Lord of the Divine Sword Sect!"