My Wife is A Sword God

Upon hearing this, Father Qin hastily covered Qin Feng’s mouth, pulled him aside, and  carefully looked at the direction of the hall.

After confirming that Second Mother hadn’t come out, he whispered, “You brat, what nonsense are you talking about? My relationship with the Western Region Commander is nothing more than friendship. What is there that others can’t see?”

“Since it’s something that can be discussed openly, why are you so nervous? Besides, I only mentioned a family name, I never said that person was the Wine God Commander of the Western Region. How did you know that?” Qin Feng blinked, pretending to be confused.

Father Qin snorted coldly, “Since things have come to this, you don’t need to pretend anymore, haven’t Jianli and Feilan already secretly told you my true identity?”

“Then, Father, are you really the former Northern Region Commander, Ghost Head?” Qin Feng asked excitedly.

Paper can’t wrap fire in the end… Father Qin sighed and nodded helplessly.

Qin Feng’s eyes widened as he received the affirmative answer, feeling extremely elated.

This feeling was like an ordinary person suddenly turning into a first-class second generation!

However, after the excitement, Qin Feng felt a bit gloomy again. He could have avoided twenty years of detours!

With a bit of frustration, Qin Feng looked at his father and asked, “Why did you deliberately hide your identity?

Father Qin didn’t answer immediately, but walked towards the courtyard of the Qin family residence with his hands behind his back. “Come with me wherever I go.”

“Okay.”

As they walked, Qin Feng understood his father’s difficulties and couldn’t help but sigh.

When he first doubted his father’s identity, he learned the truth about his mother’s death in the study.

Monsters as powerful as gods and demons invaded the Imperial City and killed lots of innocent people, and his mother was one of them.

The reason Father Qin left the Northern Region, gave up his position as Commander, and chose to hide his identity was out of deep remorse.

“At that time, you were just born and I had already married your second mother.”

“I didn’t want the same thing to happen to you, so I made this decision.”

After a pause, Father Qin spoke again, “Most of my early life was spent protecting the Great Qian, defending the people of the region.”

“For the rest of my life, I just want to protect my family and prevent any harm from coming to you.”

I’m sorry, Father, I’ve been blaming you all along. You’re not a deceitful person. You’re a great father, the backbone of our family… Qin Feng choked up a little, but a real man did not shed tears easily.

 “Of course, sometimes, I will go to places where demons and ghosts are causing trouble and do my best.”

Qin Feng took a deep breath and calmed his emotions: “So, Father, you knew that you’re not good at business, but you often went out to do it. In fact, at that time, you were killing demons for the people?”

Father Qin’s face stiffened at his words, then his brow furrowed: “What do you mean, not good at business?” 

“I’ve told you before, in business, you need to have a long-term perspective, not be too short-sighted! Those were just temporary losses, and I could make them up later.” 

“Besides, if you hadn’t inherited my talent, how could you have made Moonlit Pavilion flourish?”

Qin Feng looked confused and quickly said, “Yes, yes, father is right.”

The father and son chatted for a while, then Qin Feng asked again, “But Father, as the Northern Ghost Head, you are one of the most powerful Divine Martial Arts figures in the world today.” 

“Why didn’t you teach us when my younger brother and I were young? Even if you wanted to hide your identity as the Northern Ghost Head, you could have worn a mask and been our teacher under a different identity.”

At this point, Qin Feng sounded quite angry. 

‘Fists to the South Mountain, kicks to the North Sea, a sword, a saber, opening heaven and earth, dealing with all kinds of challenges – isn’t that every transmigrator’s dream? And I had the opportunity…’

Father Qin said seriously, “My Divine Martial Arts focus on refining the body and controlling the Vigor Qi. This path of cultivation is extremely extreme, requiring a temperance between life and death to reach higher realms.”

“So father doesn’t want me and my second brother to go into this dangerous situation?” Qin Feng suddenly realised.

“That’s only one aspect. Another reason is that I’ve noticed since childhood that An’er has a great talent for swordsmanship. He should follow the path of a swordsman, not the path of body refinement.” 

“For this reason, I even sought the help of the Heavenly Tower National Teacher to divine his fortune.” 

“After divination, Heavenly Tower National Teacher replied that when An’er turns eighteen, he will meet the most suitable teacher for him. Now it seems that Zhen Tianyi is indeed a good master.”

“I see.” Qin Feng nodded slightly, then his face suddenly stiffened. He pointed at himself and asked, “Then what about me?”

Qin Jian’an turned his head, hesitated for a moment, and after some thought, cleared his throat and said, “I hope you can live a peaceful life, which is also your late mother’s wish.”

What nonsense about a peaceful life! It clearly means that I’m not cut out for martial arts… Qin Feng said in a deep voice, “It seems that although Father’s martial arts skills are exceptional, his ability to judge people is mediocre.”

Father Qin raised his eyebrows at this remark. “Do you think you have great talent?”

“Well, it’s just so-so. I wouldn’t say it’s once in a century, but it should be rare.” Qin Feng said confidently.

As a transmigrator, he should have this confidence, otherwise how could his practice in the Literature Saint Dao Lineage go so smoothly?

Father Qin didn’t say much, instead pointing at the ground.

“What does that mean?” Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

“Since you say you have talent, why don’t you try a stance?”

Qin Feng fell into thought.

As the night breeze blew by, it ruffled the father and son’s hair, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere for a moment.

After a while, Qin Feng replied seriously, “The Qin family excels in both literature and martial arts. It’s only natural for us to cover both aspects.” 

“My younger brother isn’t cut out for academic pursuits. As the eldest brother, I naturally have to fill this gap in the Qin family. Otherwise, in such a large Qin family, how could we progress if everyone was just a rude warrior?”

After saying these words, Qin Feng shook his head and left Qin Jian’an with a stunned figure.

Father Qin raised his eyebrows and said to himself: “With such a sharp tongue, you are really born to be a scholar.”

…

In the courtyard, Liu Jianli and Cang Feilan exchanged a look of relief.

They had only pretended to spar to avoid Father Qin, so of course they wouldn’t actually fight. Moreover, as they spent more time together, especially after enduring the hardships during their journey to the Western Regions, their bond had grown deeper.

Sometimes, Liu Jianli would willingly point out Cang Feilan’s shortcomings, while Cang Feilan would provide some rare materials to help Liu Jianli consolidate her cultivation.

Looking at the sky, Cang Feilan said quietly, “During this trip to the western regions, we didn’t have a chance to rest properly. Now that we’re back here, we can finally get a good night’s sleep.”

Liu Jianli nodded slightly and then headed towards Qin Feng’s room on her own.

But at that moment, someone suddenly grabbed her sleeve.

“What’s wrong?” She turned around curiously and asked.

“Senior Sister Jianli, tonight is my turn,” Cang Feilan said seriously.