98: Chapter 98: Complete Annihilation of Cultivators! No One in the Capital Circle Dares to Claim Respect Anymore.
"Young Master, the final disposal of Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan is ready."
Tan Lang's lowered voice, in the noisy and luxurious private room, carried a chilling intensity that made one shudder.
Qin Yuan's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.
A flash of cruel sharpness crossed his eyes.
"Understood."
He set down the wine glass and ruthlessly pushed away the two top-tier actresses who were trying to snuggle into his arms.
Amidst the awe-struck gazes of all the entertainment industry moguls and actresses.
Qin Yuan stood up, straightened the hem of his suit, and turned to stride out of the decadent, luxurious VIP room.
Leaving behind a silhouette so arrogant and imposing that everyone felt humbled in his presence.
...
Half an hour later.
On the outskirts of the capital, the Qin Family's most core underground secret base, the eighteenth-level water prison.
It was dark and damp here, the air permeated with the thick scent of blood and formaldehyde.
Even the sound of the wind through the vents sounded like the wailing of vengeful ghosts.
"Aaaahhh!" A heart-wrenching, bone-chilling scream echoed endlessly in the depths of the empty water prison.
Qin Yuan, with his hands in his pockets and accompanied by Tan Lang, walked slowly to the specially constructed glass interrogation room in the deepest part of the water prison.
Through the thick bulletproof glass, he saw the once arrogant Fourth Child of Destiny, Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan, who used to claim that "The Immortal Venerable cannot be humiliated."
At this moment, where was any trace of the proud bones of a reborn Immortal Venerable?
He was tightly locked onto a metal dissection table by several thick high-voltage cables.
His charred flesh had been peeled open by various precise modern medical instruments, and he was covered in dense arrays of tubes and electrode pads.
Beside him, the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan, who had been completely brainwashed by the system, was wearing a white lab coat.
Holding a specially made scalpel flickering with eerie blue electric light, he was cutting into his master's body with numb and cruel eyes.
"Rebellious disciple! You beast! Even as a ghost, I will not let you go!"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan twitched violently from the pain, his eyes bulging, spitting out black blood as he cursed frantically.
"Shut up, trash." Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan replied coldly, his scalpel mercilessly plunging into Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's dantian!
"Zzzzt!" High-voltage current instantly surged through the tubes, crazily draining the last remnants of Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's cultivation soul and primordial spiritual power!
"This old thing's soul is actually purer than all those other trash Children of Destiny combined."
Qin Yuan stood outside the glass, watching the energy index on the instrument next to him jumping wildly, nodding with satisfaction.
"Is he drained?" Qin Yuan asked calmly through the loudspeaker.
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan stopped his actions, turned around, and bowed respectfully to Qin Yuan outside the glass.
"Reporting to Master, this trash's soul origin has been completely extracted, not a drop remains."
"Very good."
There was not a shred of pity in Qin Yuan's eyes.
Dealing with a cultivator who viewed mortals as ants and would wipe out entire families at the slightest provocation—any mercy was just cruelty to oneself.
He recited silently in his heart.
"System, activate [Destiny Destruction Program]."
[Ding! Command confirmed!]
[Executing ultimate eradication on the Fourth Child of Destiny, Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan!]
[This operation will completely erase all his causal threads in the current dimension, and even the chance of reincarnation will be stripped away!]
As the system's cold, mechanical voice finished.
"No... don't!"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan on the dissection table suddenly felt an irresistible destructive force from a higher dimension!
He widened his eyes in terror, finally understanding what true annihilation meant!
"Qin Yuan! I was wrong! Please give me a way out!"
"I am willing to be your dog! I will teach you cultivation! I will agree to anything!"
At the final moment before his soul was about to be erased, this high-and-mighty Immortal Venerable of Tribulation Transcendence completely collapsed.
He cast aside all dignity, crying and begging for mercy like a pathetic worm.
However, Qin Yuan only watched him coldly, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Cultivation?"
"Save those low-level tricks of yours to perform in hell."
As soon as he finished speaking,
"Hum!" An invisible ripple instantly penetrated the bulletproof glass and enveloped Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's body.
"Aaaahhh!!!" Amidst Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's final, extreme, soul-tearing scream.
His body, from head to toe, disintegrated and annihilated inch by inch, like a sand sculpture weathered by the wind!
In less than three seconds, there was no longer any sign of Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan on the dissection table.
Only a pile of black ashes with a pungent odor remained.
The dignified Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan was thus completely erased in this dark and sunless water prison by modern technology and the system's dimensional strike!
Not even a trace of his existence was left behind.
[Ding! Eradication successful! The Fourth Child of Destiny has been completely eliminated!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have gained 50,000 Destiny Points!]
Listening to the system's notification, Qin Yuan turned around, took a snow-white towel from Tan Lang's hand, and wiped his fingers unhurriedly.
"Gu Qianqian." Qin Yuan's voice rang out in the empty corridor.
"Big Boss! I'm here!" Gu Qianqian's voice came through the Bluetooth headset.
"Blur the last ten seconds of the video of Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's execution." A cold and profound calculation flickered in Qin Yuan's eyes.
"Then, through Wang Sicong's private channels, 'accidentally' leak it into the 'Crown Prince Group' of the capital's core circle."
Gu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, "Big Boss, this... sending out such bloody footage, aren't you afraid of scaring those rich second-generation kids to death?"
"What I want is to scare them to death."
Qin Yuan tossed the used towel into the trash can.
"During this period, although the capital has settled down on the surface, there are definitely still many rats watching from the shadows."
"I just want them to know."
"In this capital city, if you are a god, you must kneel before me! If you are an immortal, you must lie flat before me!"
"Whoever dares to harbor any dissent against the Qin Family again, this will be their fate!"
"Understood! Arranging it immediately!" Gu Qianqian typed excitedly on her keyboard.
Half an hour later, this terrifying ten-second video, with extremely blurry quality but clear, heart-wrenching screams and the final transformation into a pile of ashes, spread like a virus through the capital's top elite circles!
When those masters, who were usually high and mighty and thought they held the power of life and death, saw this hellish scene, everyone was scared out of their wits, their backs turning cold!
Especially those families that had previously had contact with Qin Tianming or Shangguan Waner were so scared that they sold off their assets overnight, wishing they could grow wings and flee the capital!
Thunderous methods! Killing and breaking hearts!
From this night on, the entire upper circle of the capital fell completely silent.
Never again did any person or family dare to say even half a "no" to Qin Yuan or the Qin Family in any occasion or corner.
The hegemony of the capital was, from this moment on, completely formed! No one dared to claim supremacy!
...
In the underground base, along the long metal corridor. Qin Yuan had finished dealing with everything and was preparing to return to the manor to rest.
"Click, click, click..." A crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels striking the floor suddenly rang out from the other end of the corridor.
The sound was not loud, but in the heavily guarded underground base where not even a fly could fly in, it seemed extremely abrupt.
Qin Yuan stopped his steps and narrowed his eyes slightly. Tan Lang immediately tensed his muscles, his hand pressing against the gun grip at his waist, as if facing a great enemy.
At the end of the corridor, surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, a noblewoman wearing a purple cheongsam, with an elegant and luxurious temperament and eyes revealing endless dominance and majesty, was walking slowly in high heels towards Qin Yuan.
The moment he saw this woman, a flash of astonishment crossed Qin Yuan's originally cold eyes, which was then quickly replaced by an extremely complex emotion.
"Mom?"