My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 117: The Qin Family’s Funeral

"What? The Master was kidnapped? What are you people good for?!" Qin Fen was livid. "Utterly incompetent! You’re useless!"

Qin Lan said defensively, "Father, you don’t understand. The weakest among them were all Innate experts. There was even a Grandmaster-level powerhouse. The bodyguards I brought were taken down in seconds. But rest assured, I have sent people to follow them. We will figure out who is behind this."

Just as she finished speaking, the men she had sent returned, looking completely disheveled.

"Our apologies, Family Head, Lord Qin. We lost them. They even gave us a sound beating."

"Useless!"

Aside from that word, Qin Lan didn’t know what else to say. Now, they truly had no clues left.

"Father, what do we do now? Could it be that the Master offended some powerful figure?" Qin Lan asked. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?! What rotten luck!"

Qin Fen felt that someone was targeting the Qin Family, but he had no evidence.

Meanwhile, Yang Qi had already escorted the so-called Master out of Kang City.

The man was just a con artist. After a small threat from Yang Qi, he swore he would never set foot in Kang City again.

Anything that could make the Qin Family unhappy was something Yang Qi was willing to do.

Although the Zhang Family was finished, the Qin Family was the true power behind them—the real culprits. They had to be eliminated.

The Qin Family spent the entire night investigating the whereabouts of the mysterious group, but to no avail. There wasn’t a single lead. Moreover, the Master had already returned to Jingzhou and declared he would never come back to Kang City.

"Father, I have a feeling that whoever is behind this is specifically targeting our Qin Family," Qin Lan said with a frown.

"An enemy of the Qin Family?" Qin Fen mused. "We’ve made many enemies, but who among them possesses such terrifying strength?"

"I don’t know. Could it be Lin Qingxuan?" Qin Lan speculated.

At the mention of this name, Qin Fen’s expression turned grim.

"I’d forgotten about her. She must hate Tian to the bone. She would never allow the rites for his soul to be completed. Only she could find experts that formidable."

He shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Sigh. It seems we’ll have to wait until Lin Qingxuan leaves Kang City to hold the ceremony for Tian’s soul. Otherwise, it’ll never succeed."

"Should we still hold the funeral then?" Qin Lan asked.

"Of course! City Lord Zhao and Master Wang have both promised to attend. If we cancel, how would we explain it to them? One holds the reins of political power, and the other stands at the pinnacle of martial might! We can’t afford to provoke either of them, much less offend them! As long as we curry favor with these two, there will be plenty of opportunities later to invite an even better Master to perform the rites for Tian’s soul!" Qin Fen said, shaking his head.

The day of the funeral drew near, and the Qin Family spared no expense.

They bought out all the billboards on the street of the Qin estate and replaced them with giant, black-and-white portraits. For miles along the street, white funeral banners and black crepe were hung, making it impossible for the local merchants to do business. They all cursed their terrible luck. But everyone could only nurse their anger in silence. After all, it was the Qin Family. They were not to be provoked.

On the morning of the funeral, Yang Qi got ready to leave.

Ye Fei advised him, "You probably shouldn’t go. The Qin Family already despises you. If you show up, they’ll likely try to get revenge."

"Don’t worry," Yang Qi said with a smile. "Today isn’t my doomsday; it’s the Qin Family’s. Qianqian, want to come with me and watch the show?"

"I’m in!" Ye Qianqian chuckled. "I heard a lot of celebrities will be performing. It would be a waste not to go!"

Helpless, Ye Fei could only urge Yang Qi to protect Ye Qianqian well. With that, Yang Qi and Ye Qianqian set off.

The street leading to the Qin estate was lined with luxury cars, their values ranging from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions. Though it was a funeral, it seemed most people were there to curry favor with the Qin Family.

After Yang Qi and Ye Qianqian arrived, they presented their invitation and were admitted easily.

The funeral hall itself was lavishly decorated, looking less like a place of mourning and more like a gala. There was even a buffet arranged, allowing guests to eat and drink freely while waiting for the ceremony to officially begin.

Of course, all guests entering the estate were expected to first pay their respects before Qin Tian’s memorial tablet. Most chose to light a stick of incense.

Standing before the memorial tablet, Yang Qi smiled faintly. "Qin Tian, don’t blame me. You did things that deserved death. Not only were you destroyed, but today, your entire family will be buried with you. You won’t be lonely."

Then, he casually grabbed an apple from the offerings, washed it, and began to munch on it.

The two of them headed to the buffet area.

Ye Qianqian’s eyes lit up, and she immediately began to eat. This girl can eat so much without gaining weight. Impressive.

"Yang Qi? Isn’t that Yang Qi?" a sudden voice called out.

Yang Qi glanced up curiously, still eating his apple, and analyzed the woman who spoke. She’s wearing black, but she still chose a dress that shows off her perfect figure. A genuine beauty, though with some signs of cosmetic surgery.

"Who are you?" Yang Qi finally asked after staring for a moment.

PFFT! Wang Yan nearly spat blood.

"It’s Wang Yan! I’m Wang Yan!"

"Oh, it’s you," Yang Qi said, finally recalling her.

His entrepreneurial journey hadn’t been a smooth one; he had experienced failure in his early days. Wang Yan was one of the first people to join him, but they went their separate ways after his first venture failed. As a result, Yang Qi didn’t have a strong impression of her.

"What do you mean, ’oh, it’s you’? You’re just pretending you don’t recognize me, aren’t you?" Wang Yan said, proudly flaunting her jewels.

Dressing so flamboyantly for a funeral. She’s clearly trying to attract attention.

"It really is Yang Qi! Everyone, look, it’s Yang Qi!" another voice chimed in from the side.

Yang Qi looked over curiously as two more people appeared, a man and a woman.

"Oh, Gu Na!" Yang Qi recognized her. "And this is?"

He remembered Gu Na mainly because she had stayed with him for a considerable time. Unfortunately, due to her family’s opposition, she had left just as the business was about to take off.

"Hou Mu. Don’t you recognize me? I’m Hou Mu! Forgotten already?" the man laughed. "I even came to see you when your company went bankrupt. Heh, you were pathetic back then. Cuckolded by your woman and bankrupt. So, buddy, did you like the gift I sent you?"

Yang Qi’s brow furrowed as the memory returned.

Hou Mu had left his start-up team along with Wang Yan. Later, after Yang Qi’s business became successful, Hou Mu had returned to cause trouble, demanding a senior management position and company shares. Yang Qi had thrown him out. The man had harbored a grudge ever since. When Yang Qi later went bankrupt, Hou Mu was the one who had deliberately sent him a green hat as a humiliating gesture.

Yang Qi had never taken such an insignificant person seriously, so he had almost no memory of him. He was surprised to run into him today.