Nightmare Apostle

Grandfather still loves him, which warms his heart. Although the Han family has many descendants, he is the most promising one and has the best cultivation talent.

The family head of this generation is his father, Han Chen, and the next generation is him, Han Li. This was decided long ago and tacitly approved by his grandfather.

"Grandfather, Li’er knows he was wrong, he will change next time. Please don’t be angry, let Li’er massage your legs..." Han Li stood up, tears streaming down his face as he walked towards his grandfather, intending to use the same trick to win back his grandfather’s forgiveness.

But this time, something unexpected happened. Just as he was approaching Grandmaster Han, the old master seemed to have made a sudden decision. He unexpectedly struck, waving his cane like the wind, hitting Han Li’s left shoulder, activating an ability.

It was too sudden, Han Li was completely unprepared. His spiritual power had not yet gathered when it was thoroughly scattered by a powerful force.

That was not all. Another fierce blow followed, sending Han Li flying. In mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, crashing through the Jade Screen before hitting the ground hard.

Han Li didn’t immediately lose consciousness, but he was seriously injured. He struggled to get up but failed several times.

"Grand... Grandpa..." Han Li desperately lifted his head, looking towards the blurred figure not far away, his face filled with incredulity.

Even more despairing, he found his spiritual power could no longer be gathered; his foundation had been destroyed.

He was now completely disconnected from the magic artifact. He... he had become a cripple, an ordinary person!

Few people could do this, and his grandfather was one of them. In the old days, Golden Spear Master Han’s signature skill was to disable an opponent’s abilities in battle.

Without spiritual power, is he still an apostle? No, he’s just a cripple.

Already at his limit, Grandmaster Han could hardly withstand such an expenditure. After exerting himself, nearly exhausting himself, he swayed a few times, but fortunately, the quick-eyed butler caught him, preventing him from collapsing.

At this moment, Grandmaster Han had no time to care for himself. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at his grandson lying far away, unable to get up, and choked painfully, "Li’er, don’t blame Grandfather. He has no choice. You’ve offended someone you shouldn’t have. If I don’t do this, the Han family will sooner or later be ruined by you. How can I face the ancestors of the Han family after I pass?"

However, Han could not hear anything anymore. He only knew he was ruined, reduced to an ordinary person.

From a promising Ghost-level Apostle to an ordinary person in less than three seconds.

The huge difference in identity was something the proud Han Li could not accept. His emotions instantly collapsed, "Ahhh!! Why? Why did you do this?!"

The old butler seemed to have anticipated this scene long ago and could not bear to let Grandmaster Han suffer any longer. He called in two guards to drag away the severely injured, now ordinary Han Li.

"Li’er, don’t blame me. I’m doing this for your own good. The Han family has fallen. No one will protect you like before. If you cause any more trouble, you’ll be killed. Only by becoming an ordinary person can you live longer." Grandmaster Han rasped, watching Han Li being dragged away.

To destroy his own grandson’s foundation with his own hands was more painful than killing himself, yet he had to do it.

This was to account for the Patrol Defense Office and for the Han family’s continuation.

Grandmaster Han shakily pointed to an old plaque on the bedroom wall, which had been personally sent by a Provincial Bureau Director of the Patrol Defense Office to commend the Han family’s achievements, inscribed with four golden characters: Loyal Han Family.

"Changgeng, go... go behind that plaque. There’s a letter hidden there. Take it down, send someone... send someone reliable to set off overnight to Tongning Province, and give the letter to... to Han Yu, and have him return immediately to take charge." Grandmaster Han was now breathing weakly, his veins standing out on his face, clearly suffering from the aftereffects of overusing the magic artifact. With his current body, he could no longer support the power of the Resentful Eye.

Han Yu is also a member of the Han family, the younger brother of Family Head Han Chen, but he was sent abroad for business by Grandmaster Han after coming of age and had never returned over the years.

After receiving the letter, even its envelope now somewhat decayed, the old butler could not help but widen his eyes, trembling as he asked, "Grandmaster, did you... did you foresee this day long ago? You sent Han Yu away just to leave a root for the Han family?"

"Han Yu lacks cultivation talent, far inferior to his brother Han Chen, but he has a pure and good nature and doesn’t like to stir up trouble."

"If he stayed at home, with Han Chen’s ruthlessness, he surely wouldn’t let him live. Sooner or later, he would find a chance to kill him. Sending Yu’er away to a distant land was also for his own good."

In fact, Grandmaster Han had prepared two plans back then. If the Han family was prosperous and smooth sailing, then having the aggressive Han Chen as the family head was most appropriate. If one day the Han family fell, then Han Yu, with his honest and kind nature, could come back to take charge.

He’s not suited for conquering lands, but he doesn’t make trouble, and he’s timid. As long as he can maintain even a fraction of the family’s assets, enough to keep the Han family line alive, that’s sufficient.

Now, there was no other choice.

Bringing Han Yu back would make Han Li an obstacle. Han Yu’s cultivation talent is inferior, presently just a Fierce Grade Apostle. He couldn’t suppress Han Li and would sooner or later be killed by him.

For Han Yu to securely take the position of family head, Han Li must be removed.

But after all, he is his own grandson, and Grandmaster Han couldn’t bring himself to do it. After much thought, he could only destroy Han Li thoroughly, forcing him to live as an ordinary person for the rest of his life.

Grandmaster Han had been active in the world of martial arts for decades. Only now did he understand some things: nothing is more important than staying alive. No matter how great one’s ability and power, they ultimately amount to nothing. It’s crucial to stay alive, even if it means enduring hardship.

Without further hesitation, Grandmaster Han looked at his old companion, "Changgeng, the family will depend on Yu’er from now on. As his elder, you must teach him well. Although Yu’er is slow-witted, he listens to reason and understands right from wrong."

"Grandmaster..." The old butler wiped his eyes with his sleeve, unable to speak through his sobs.

"I owe Yu’er quite a lot. As a father, I’ve been derelict in my duties, favoring one over the others, not being fair. But Yu’er’s an honest soul; these years, he hasn’t had it easy. Han Chen often set him up, but Yu’er never blamed me or his brother Han Chen." Grandmaster Han sighed.

"Changgeng, you should go. I’m tired and want to rest." Grandmaster Han closed his eyes and waved lightly.

The old butler was unwilling to leave and seemed to want to say something more, but seeing the grandmaster’s eyes shut, he bit his lip and knelt down, kowtowing three times before leaving with the letter.

Han Li was gone, the butler left, and now Grandmaster Han was the only one left in the large room, sitting alone in the Taishi Chair. The flickering candlelight beside him cast a long shadow.

Grandmaster Han sat in silence for a few minutes before opening his eyes again, reaching into his clothes to pull out a small, dark red porcelain bottle with trembling hands.

Removing the cork, a round red pill rolled into his palm.

Grandmaster Han stared at the pill for a long time before finally opening his mouth to swallow it without water or tea.

He had framed Vice Commissioner Zhao, manipulating a conflict with Yang Xiao. Yang Xiao might not pursue this, but knowing Zhao Jingde’s character, he would seek revenge. The only way to appease Zhao was if this culprit was dead.

Moreover, although he handed over the evidence, he himself was still a living piece of evidence. He could not rest easy unless he died.

Only his death could provide the Han family with a chance of survival.

Grandmaster Han glanced out of the window for the last time, then slowly closed his eyes.

His final thoughts were not of the youthful days when he wielded a golden spear across the world of martial arts but flashed back to when Han Chen and Han Yu were young children.

Those were the days when the world of martial arts was less turbulent, and his relationship with the Patrol Defense Office was not as complicated as it is now.

It was a slightly dazzling sunny afternoon, the air filled with a scent of fresh grass. He watched from afar, while the woman beside him was helping to tidy up the children’s toys.

Han Chen and Han Yu were running and hopping in the family’s courtyard, chasing each other around, playing around a towering pagoda tree that required several people to embrace in the back garden.

Tears fell silently from Grandmaster Han’s eyes as he murmured:

"It’s a pity... there’s no going back..."

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