126: Chapter 126 The Real and Fake Young Master, I'm Not a Sniper God 5

Among the five sisters, Qin Yurou suddenly stood up and shouted towards the cliff:

“Brother Jiuge! I'm your fifth sister! We're family! Spare me! I can be your woman! I can serve you!”

The other four sisters looked at her in shock, but soon, the desire to survive overrode their shame.

Qin Mengyao also shouted:

“Me too! Brother Jiuge, we sisters all know we were wrong! We can all serve you together! Just please spare our lives!”

Qin Yuyan, Qin Qingshuang, and Qin Mingyue also spoke up one after another, their words unbearable to hear, all just to stay alive.

On the cliff, Qin Jiuge frowned as he listened.

He turned his muzzle and aimed at the five sisters.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Five gunshots rang out, accurately breaking one leg of each sister.

“Ah!”

Amidst the screams of agony, the five sisters collapsed to the ground.

“Filthy,”

Qin Jiuge said coldly.

Time passed bit by bit, and the gunshots never ceased.

By the time the sun dipped into the west, there was no one left standing on Tianjian Square.

The hundred thousand guests, along with the Disciples and Elders of the Divine Sword Sect and Holy Radiance Holy Land, had all become corpses or cripples, except for the core members of the Qin Family and Qin Lovable.

Qin Wuya and Luo Qingxue lay on the ground at their last gasp, their bodies covered in wounds.

The five brothers were missing limbs and lay in a pool of blood.

The five sisters wailed with broken legs, no longer possessing the grace of a Fairy.

Qin Lovable suffered the most; all five of his limbs were shattered, and he writhed on the ground like a maggot.

The entire square was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, resembling an Asura field.

On the cliff, Qin Jiuge put away 'Wuming' and stood up.

He stretched, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

“Target practice is over,”

he said softly.

Then, he took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in the sky above Tianjian Square.

Looking down at the carnage below, there was no pity on Qin Jiuge's face.

He raised his hand, and Demon King Power surged forth.

“Resurrect.”

As those two words were lightly uttered, a miracle occurred.

All the corpses began to writhe, shattered limbs reassembled, and dissipated Souls returned.

In just a few breaths, all hundred thousand dead were resurrected, including those who had been shot in the head or riddled with bullets.

But after they were resurrected, they found themselves bound by an invisible force, unable to move or speak.

Qin Wuya and the others also regained their health, but they would have preferred not to have this recovery.

Because they knew that an even more terrifying fate was waiting for them.

Qin Jiuge looked down at these people whose faces were filled with fear and smiled:

“The birthday banquet is over, but the game isn't finished yet.”

He raised his hand again and made a stroke in the void.

A massive spatial rift appeared, and on the other side of the rift was a dark, damp cave.

In the cave, countless small, ugly green creatures were writhing—Goblins, and specifically male Goblins in heat.

Sensing the scent of humans, these Goblins immediately became excited and let out piercing screeches.

“No... don't...”

Luo Qingxue seemed to understand something, her face turning as pale as paper.

Qin Jiuge looked at her with a cold smile:

“Mother, didn't you say my life was given to me by the Qin Family? Now, I am giving you all a new life and a new home.”

With a wave of his hand, the hundred thousand Cultivators were tossed into the Goblin Lair like dumplings into a pot.

Screams, cries, and curses echoed from the rift, but they were soon drowned out by the Goblins' roars.

Qin Wuya, Luo Qingxue, the ten children, and Qin Lovable were the last to be thrown in.

Before being tossed in, Qin Wuya stared fixedly at Qin Jiuge, his eyes filled with venomous hatred:

“Qin Jiuge! You will die a horrible death!”

Qin Jiuge laughed:

“Don't worry, I will live very well. As for you, you will suffer eternal torment in the Goblin Lair.”

“I have granted you immortality so that you won't die easily.”

“I will strengthen your consciousness so that you can clearly feel every ounce of pain.”

“Every day, every moment, you will spend in endless humiliation and agony.”

“And all of this will continue forever.”

“This is what you deserve.”

After saying this, he threw the last few people into the rift and then closed the passage.

Tianjian Square returned to silence; only the bloodstains all over the ground proved what had just happened.

Qin Jiuge stood in the center of the square, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Three days later, the news that the Divine Sword Sect and Holy Radiance Holy Land had changed hands spread throughout the Cultivation World.

The new Sect Master and Holy Lord—Qin Jiuge—suppressed all opposing voices with thunderous methods.

His power was unfathomable, and his methods were ruthless; no one dared to defy his will.

The two once-supreme forces had now become Qin Jiuge's personal domain.

As for the truth of that 'birthday banquet,' it was completely covered up.

The official version was: an invasion by extraterrestrial demons occurred, Qin Wuya and the others died heroically in battle, and Qin Jiuge took command in the face of danger, assuming supreme power.

Only a very few people knew part of the truth, but they all chose to remain silent.

Because Qin Jiuge gave them a choice: silence, or go join Qin Wuya and the others.

No one was a fool.

At the peak of the Divine Sword Sect's highest Sword Pavilion, Qin Jiuge leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance, playing with a Memory Stone in his hand.

Recorded in the stone were the scenes within the Goblin Lair—those once-proud Cultivators were now struggling and wailing in endless agony.

“Is it painful? Do you regret it?”

Qin Jiuge murmured softly to himself,

“But this is only the beginning.”

He put away the Memory Stone and turned to walk into the Sword Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, a group of newly appointed Elders was waiting respectfully.

Some of them were former subordinates of Qin Wuya, but at this moment, they were all completely submissive to Qin Jiuge.

“Sect Master, this is the development plan for the next three years...”

“Holy Lord, several Sects in the Eastern Region have expressed their willingness to submit...”

Qin Jiuge listened to the reports with no expression on his face.

Conquering this world was easy, but managing it would take time. However, it didn't matter; he had plenty of time.

And his game had only just begun.