Fishing the Myriad Heavens

Chapter 74: Drawing Blood To Prove Kinship?

Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu

The yard was so quiet that everyone could clearly hear the rustling of the leaves on the Banyan tree. Qin Wufa’s expression was so grotesque he looked like he’d just been vulgarly violated by a dog.

‘What the hell? My own height is over 2 meters but why is my son so short?’

Qin Wufa looked at Qin Yi, his face as dark as charcoal, "Are you sure that you didn’t get it wrong? This boy is really my son?"

"T-that’s right."

Qin Yi swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously. Even if he got marked by Qin Wufa for this, he still had to gather his guts and say it.

"There’s absolutely no mistake right?"

Qin Wufa asked, his tone like the winter’s cold.

"Your subordinate is certain!"

Qin Yi groaned inwardly as he looked at Qin Wufa who seemed to be on the verge of exploding. He knew that if he’d really made a mistake on this matter, he would definitely die!

‘F*ck! Isn’t this the typical "powerful clan’s misplaced child" melodrama?’

Bei Feng, Mystic Two and the rest looked on blankly. Whenever they watched TV series, they always thought that the stuff in the shows was over-dramatized and unrealistic. But who would have thought that TV dramas had actually patterned themselves on real life!

Right now, this was exactly like a show about a snotty boy who leaped to the heavens in one move, suddenly bathed in wealth and women! This was a melodrama about a poor kid who attained the peak of existence!

"That better be the case."

Qin Wufa twisted his grotesque expression into an amiable smile.

"Boy, I am your father."

Looking at this scene, one had to say that this Qin Clan Patriarch had a face which was at least as thick and as bountiful as his cultivation. The rate at which he changed his expression left Qin Yi and the rest gaping with admiration.

Right now, Qin Wufa had walked up to Bei Feng with what he thought was a pleasantly warm smile. Bei Feng looked on in disbelief, a muddy expression on his face.

‘The f*ck...’

Bei Feng could scarcely believe what he was seeing. How could someone change their expression so quickly? And now, this person wanted to acknowledge him as his son?

"I’m not your son... didn’t you say that he is your son?" Bei Feng pointed at Bai Xiang.

"Oh, no no no, I acknowledged the wrong son just now."

Even Qin Wufa with his incomparably thick skin felt his face growing hot as he said this. ‘Could it be that all my tender feelings had been used up earlier? Why am I not feeling happy or excited at all?!’ He thought gloomily.

‘Bloody hell... can you even acknowledge the wrong son?’

Bei Feng felt quite unwilling about the matter. "Do you want to check again just to make sure? Look at your height and Bai Xiang’s height. Compared to me, I think he’s more likely to be your son!"

"Besides, I’m well over 20 years old. Our ages don’t match at all... " Bei Feng scrunched his eyebrows and said.

"My real age is 48..." Qin Wufa replied, his tone light as he regained his composure.

"AHHH! My arm is broken!"

Wang Yong’s cry drifted over from the back, causing the mood to be disrupted yet again.

"Godd*mit! Qin Yi, make him shut up!"

His carefully built up mood rattled once again, Qin Wufa quickly flared up and snapped in irritation.

"Got it!"

Qin Yi hurriedly stepped forward and in the blink of an eye, appeared right in front of Wang Yong. Without even allowing the latter a chance to react, he aimed a ruthless kick at Wang Yong’s mouth.

"PA!"

Wang Yong’s entire body was lifted upwards and sent flying several meters away. His teeth were almost all shattered on impact and blood flowed profusely from his mouth, forming a red arc as he soared across the sky. In that moment, he looked so pitiful that even Bei Feng felt sorry for him!

As he landed, Wang Yong did not even manage to let out a whimper before fainting right away.

"Whether or not you’re my son is not something that my words can determine. Qin Meng, bring out the stuff!" Now that silence had resumed once again, Qin Wufa commanded quickly.

"Yes!"

A skinny man emerged from the back, a fist-sized can in his hand.

"Whether you’re my son or not will be clear after a test!"

Qin Wufa looked at Bei Feng with determination.

"How do we test?"

Bei Feng didn’t even know what he should feel in this situation. Seeing how serious Qin Wufa looked, he finally asked despite his complicated feelings.

"It’s very simple; we’ll draw blood to prove kinship!"

Qin Wufa’s confident voice echoed mightily across the yard.

‘F*ck!!’

Don’t mention Bei Feng, even Mystic Two and Mystic Three who had been standing to the side and enjoying the show could not stop the corners of their mouths from twitching violently.

‘Could this old fogey be a mental patient who had just escaped from a mental institute? Maybe he’s just running loose and acknowledging every handsome youngster he meets as his son?’

Bei Feng cursed in his heart. All his complicated feelings had been completely washed away. Even the way he looked at Qin Wufa laid clear the few words in his head, "I’m being harassed by a bloody lunatic!".

"BAHAHA! What kind of an era do you think this is? Drawing blood to prove kinship? Hey, big bro, do you believe that I can even prove my kinship to a random pig through this dumb method too?

Zhou Bin’s shoulders were shaking violently as he tried to contain his laughter.

"...Qin Yi, make him shut up too. I want him to look the same as the other guy."

Qin Wufa looked at Zhou Bin in disdain, his face as black as charcoal. This was the first time in his life that he’d lost face so many times in a single day.

"Wait, no! Don’t come over here! Big bro, I, I was just joking!"

Zhou Bin felt like crying as he began to back up in panic. Who the hell were all these people?! The men, women and children here were each more ruthless than the other!

"Don’t be scared, it’ll be over in the blink of an eye..."

Qin Yi walked up and, with his left leg as the pivot, he twisted his body to plant an impressive high kick on Zhou Bin’s face!

Zhou Bin’s body did not even manage to react before he found himself soaring high through the sky and landing right next to the unconscious Wang Yong.

"Do you really think that drawing blood is a reliable method to prove our relations?"

Bei Feng pulled his eyes away from Zhou Bin and said in as bland a tone as he could muster.

"Hmph! Do you think that my methods would be the same as what you saw in the TV dramas?" Qin Wufa snorted in scorn.

"Oh?"

Bei Feng’s interest was aroused. Could it be that there’s more to this than meets the eye?

Drawing blood as a method of proving kinship first appeared during the period of the Three Kingdoms. It was publicly acknowledged and used as the standard test in all settings, and was seen as unerring and unquestionable.

But with the advancement in science and technology, this method had long been thrown out of the window.

"First, squeeze a drop of blood in here," Qin Wufa pointed at the can.

Even though he tried to maintain his calm, a trace of nervousness which even Qin Wufa failed to detect could be heard in his voice.

Qin Meng opened the lid of the can carefully. A bug the size of a pinky sat inside the can, a bored expression on its face. At first glance, it looked somewhat like a flea.

"What’s that?"

Bei Feng looked at the blood-red bug with interest.

"This is a spirit bug, specially cultivated by our Qin Clan. One could say it’s a parasitic bug. It loves eating fresh blood, but after a long period of special adjustments, it won’t drink anything except the blood of those belonging to our Qin bloodline," Qin Wufa explained patiently.

As if to prove his words, Qin Wufa suddenly appeared next to Mystic Two. Then, he used his fingernail to break apart Mystic Two’s skin and drip a drop of his blood into the can.

‘F*ck! I never said that I didn’t believe you! Why am I being used as an experimental subject?!’

Mystic Two’s face turned a strange sort of green as he grumbled internally in dismay. But after recalling the existence of the two unconscious bodies lying nearby, he ultimately did not dare to voice his dissatisfaction.

Bei Feng peered into the can. The can seemed to be made of a special material, causing the blood to remain intact as it landed. The flea-like bug took one look at the drop of blood and laid back down with disinterest.

"It’s your turn now."

Qin Wufa waved his sleeves, causing the drop of blood to fly out of the can.

"Ok."

Bei Feng fell silent for a moment before retrieving a silver needle from his pocket. Then, as he pressed its tip gently against his finger, a drop of blood quickly emerged.

"Bree, bree!"

The flea-like bug jolted awake and suddenly became very animated, letting out bright and clear chirps which rang throughout the yard as soon as Bei Feng’s blood appeared.

It was unknown how such a loud sound could come out of such a small body.

With a mighty leap, the flea-like bug shot out of the can and landed on Bei Feng’s finger, where it wrapped its limbs tightly around his finger before proceeding to suck on the wound with gusto!

Both Bei Feng and Qin Wufa were completely stunned by the strange phenomenon!

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