The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 1007 - 1004: Master Above All

Qian Feishun, without anyone noticing, appeared in front of Qian Jinhua and struck Qian Haiyu’s chest with a palm.

Qian Haiyu clutched his chest and slumped into the chair, his body wracked with relentless pain.

His chest was already injured, and this strike aggravated the wound, causing him excruciating pain, leaving him almost speechless.

"Father, let me do it. This way, at least you won’t suffer."

Qian Jinhua spoke gently, moving her hand to Qian Haiyu’s dantian.

Qian Haiyu’s face turned deathly pale.

He finally understood what his daughter intended to do.

"You can’t do this! Jinhua, your father loves you!"

Qian Haiyu mustered all his strength, shouting hoarsely with courage.

It was all in vain.

Qian Jinhua’s palm, infused with powerful qi, pressed down on Qian Haiyu’s dantian.

Crack!

It was as if something shattered, the pain in Qian Haiyu’s abdomen was like being stirred by a knife, and the massive powerful qi within him completely dissipated.

The agony on his face turned into bewilderment. Have I really been crippled? By my own daughter?

If there were outsiders present, they would have noticed.

Qian Haiyu in front of them looked aged and helpless, not at all like the all-powerful patriarch of the Qian family, but like an elderly man in his twilight years.

"You’ve done well."

Qin Hao walked up to Qian Jinhua.

He could feel the girl trembling continuously, trying hard to suppress her inner turmoil.

Qian Feishun reached out and patted Qian Jinhua on the shoulder: "You did the right thing. As long as your father remains in power, it will only harm the Qian family."

Qian Jinhua didn’t cry, instead taking a deep breath, calmly looking at Qian Haiyu: "Father, hand over the token."

The token is a symbol possessed by the patriarch of the Qian family.

Its specific function is unknown to outsiders, only understood by the current patriarch.

To Qin Hao, it was just another object.

The Celestial Dragon Order.

"I won’t give it to you."

Qian Haiyu muttered, his lips turning purple, "You ungrateful daughter, even in hell, I won’t let you go."

Qin Hao wanted to step in and help, but Qian Jinhua stopped him with her hand.

The martial arts fanatic’s face was devoid of tears.

Instead, it was replaced by a steely resolve and indifference.

She said, "If you don’t hand it over, you won’t die, but you’ll be in extreme pain."

Fear appeared on Qian Haiyu’s face: "I’m already like this, and you’re still not going to let me go! You ungrateful wretch!"

"Hand over the token."

Qian Jinhua said coldly.

Qian Haiyu looked at his daughter’s face, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.

When did my obedient and gentle daughter become so terrifying?

At this moment, as a father, Qian Haiyu understood that the innocent and obedient daughter was gone for good.

Replaced by the queen of the Qian family, capable of great responsibilities.

The tide has turned, and for the sake of his life, Qian Haiyu slammed the armrest beside him.

Crack! Clunk!

The adjacent chair rotated, revealing a brown secret compartment where a simple token lay.

Qian Jinhua picked up the token expressionlessly, gazed at it deeply, and handed it to Qin Hao: "Thank you for agreeing to spare my father."

Qin Hao took the token, casually putting it into his pocket, smiling: "As we agreed, you give me the Celestial Dragon Order, and I spare Qian Haiyu’s life."

"Thank you!"

Qian Jinhua expressed her gratitude again, then shouted loudly: "Guards!"

This shout was so loud that it resounded throughout the residence.

In no time, a group of guards burst through the door, each holding a sword or blade, with vigilant expressions.

Seeing their comrades lying outside and the patriarch like a dead dog, sitting there, the guards understood many things. Their weapons were drawn, ready for combat.

The reason they hadn’t acted yet was because Grandmaster Qian Feishun was present.

Plainly speaking, the one the entire Qian family feared most was Qian Haiyu.

The one they admired most was indeed Qian Feishun.

Because this elder was the mentor to many disciples.

"You all, surrender."

These were Qian Feishun’s first words.

He looked at the guards with kindness: "I know you’re all loyal to the Qian family. But Qian Haiyu’s time is over, and you no longer need to pledge your loyalty to him."

Upon hearing this, hesitation appeared on the guards’ faces. Seeing Qian Haiyu bleeding from the dantian, they understood the reason.

The patriarch had been crippled, so how could he bear his responsibilities?

In history, each patriarch of the Qian family had superior martial arts skills, and with Qian Haiyu being crippled, he truly had no claim to the position of patriarch.

At this moment, Qian Jinhua stepped forward, standing before the guards, her calm demeanor carrying a sense of solemnity: "From now on, I will be the patriarch of the Qian family!"

If she had said this a day earlier, the guards might have ridiculed her.

But now, no one dared to defy her.

After all, her hands were stained with Qian Haiyu’s blood.

Her expression was as cold as eternal ice.

A woman capable of personally crippling her father.

How could she be underestimated?

At this moment, everyone could see the shadow of the past Qian Haiyu in Qian Jinhua.

"Kneel!"

Qian Feishun shouted appropriately, causing the guards to tremble.

The next moment, everyone knelt on the ground, bowing to Qian Jinhua in reverence.

In the silent scene, a gleam flashed in Qian Jinhua’s eyes.

At that moment, the naive martial arts fanatic was gone for good.

The indifferent queen of the Qian family officially took the stage.

After pledging their allegiance, Qian Jinhua calmly said: "Take Qian Haiyu away and place him in the cell, awaiting my personal judgment."

"Yes!"

Several guards stepped forward, carefully lifting Qian Haiyu and slowly exiting the study.

This great figure who dominated the world said nothing from start to finish, his face pale, eyes lost, a living corpse.

After the last guard closed the door, the indifference on Qian Jinhua’s face vanished.

She threw herself into the arms of Qian Feishun and Qin Hao.

The three embraced tightly, and Qian Jinhua cried, cried loudly, yet said nothing. Her tears silently venting her emotions.

Despite her earlier cold demeanor.

In actuality, that piece of innocence and kindness in her heart still remained.

Five minutes later.

When she raised her head again, the weakness and grievance on her face were gone.

She returned to a state of calm, yet extremely clear.

She respectfully bowed to Qin Hao: "Master..."

"Stop!"

Qin Hao interrupted, looking baffled: "How did I suddenly become your master?"

He clearly remembered there was no disciple-taking segment in the script.

What was Qian Jinhua up to?

Was she altering the storyline?

Qian Jinhua smiled: "I want to do this. Are you unwilling?"

"Why should I be willing?"

Qin Hao looked even more puzzled. He already had so many disciples, any more and it might become overwhelming.

"If you don’t agree, I’ll die."

Qian Jinhua simply smiled and said.

Qin Hao wanted to refuse, but seeing her smile, he inexplicably shuddered.

She didn’t seem to be joking?