After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Chapter 62 The Truth Revealed

"The only thing I can do is use makeup to make you look a little bit more like Song Qinghua."

Of course, this is based on the fact that Qi Yan and Song Qinghua look alike; they are father and son, so they naturally look very similar.

Yun Zhao didn't say these words aloud; she knew that Qi Yan disliked Song Qinghua, her father.

"Disguise can make two people look exactly alike," Qi Yan told her, "but it's an evil art that alters a person's bones, and once used, it can't be changed back."

He glanced coldly at the black-robed man being taken away, "During the process of using disguise, there is a high probability of death."

In other words, countless people died during the process of disguising themselves before this man in black robes.

The Song family prides itself on being a prestigious and righteous family, but in reality, they are even inferior to him, a true demon.

At least he was openly evil, while those from prestigious families may appear glamorous, but who knows how much filth they might be hiding behind the scenes.

Song Qinghua's actions made everyone present feel ashamed, and they all expressed their apologies.

They came to the Song family for this matter, and once it was settled, they took their leave.

Song Qinghua tried to persuade them to stay a few more times, then had someone escort them away. But before they left, a screen suddenly appeared in the sky.

"How is this going?"

Someone asked, "Did you prepare this, Patriarch Song?"

Song Qinghua said blankly, "It wasn't me..."

Before he could finish speaking, four people suddenly appeared on the screen. One of them was Song Qinghua, and the other three were wearing black robes and masks.

The four of them were fighting when the others saw this and speculated, "Could those three be evil cultivators? Does he have accomplices? Is Patriarch Song going to capture them?"

"I didn't expect that Patriarch Song would record the scene with a recording stone. We should take a good look at it."

Some people flattered him.

The three questions stumped Song Qinghua. He couldn't care less about their flattery; the most important thing right now was to find and destroy that damned photo stone.

If this continues, he's finished!

Fortunately, this recording stone, for some reason, only shows images and doesn't produce sound, which can buy us some time.

Compared to Song Qinghua's panic, Song Qingyang was completely dumbfounded.

Why did the recording stone in his storage bag start playing automatically? The image was still outside, recording Song Qinghua's heroic scene.

Of course, Song Qingyang felt no envy whatsoever. He and Song Qinghua were siblings from the same mother, and he could clearly see that Song Qinghua was not happy at all, but rather terrified.

His not-so-bright brain was working at a rapid pace, and he quickly realized that perhaps what happened next couldn't be seen by others.

It has to be said, Song Qingyang was right.

But who exactly threw the photo stone into his yard?

Song Qingyang was completely baffled.

Destroying the recording stone would stop the playback of the images. Song Qingyang glanced at the sphere in his storage bag but did not destroy it.

Looking at Song Qinghua, who was trying hard to suppress his fear, Song Qingyang felt a strange sense of pleasure.

Even the usually aloof and superior big brother has met his match!

He suddenly felt a strong urge to expose Song Qinghua's true colors to the public, so that the Song family would be his.

The Song family originally belonged to him. If it weren't for that incident, how could he have been so muddle-headed all day long and become a good-for-nothing in everyone's eyes?

Song Qinghua has been the head of the family for so many years; it's time to return the position to him.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyang shut his mouth, took a few steps back, and retreated to an inconspicuous corner.

Qi Yan saw his actions and smiled silently, turning his gaze back to Song Qinghua.

Song Qinghua searched for a long time, sweating profusely with anxiety, but still couldn't find the location of the photo-recording stone.

When the scene reached the moment of his fear, Song Qinghua closed his eyes.

Finished!

"Patriarch Song, what's wrong?"

Patriarch He asked in bewilderment, "Patriarch Song, are you perhaps shy? It's alright, your heroic bearing deserves to be admired by the world."

"But the time was way too short, why didn't they finish recording?"

The head of the He family was still enjoying the show.

"Wha, what?"

Song Qinghua was stunned. He opened his eyes but didn't see the screen.

Only then did he realize that the video stopped playing before he used the demon race's techniques.

Song Qinghua subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know why the recording stone only played a little bit, but he was glad that it didn't continue playing.

On the tree, Yun Zhao lazily twirled a strand of Qi Yan's hair and played with it.

"Oh my, he's so happy. I wonder if he'll still be able to smile later."

She patted Qi Yan's arm and pointed at Song Qinghua, "Ayan, go!"

Qi Yan rolled his eyes slightly. He wasn't a dog.

However, he still did as Yun Zhao said.

Fearing another accident, Song Qinghua hurriedly instructed his servants to see the guests off, but before they could even take a step, Song Qinghua's worst fears came true.

He was horrified to discover that he could no longer control the spiritual power within his body!

To be precise, it is demonic power, but the common term for power across all realms is spiritual power.

Sensing that Song Qinghua was trying to suppress his power, Qi Yan smiled coldly, flicked his finger, and a surge of power erupted from Song Qinghua's body.

Those closest to Song Qinghua were thrown away by the immense force!

"This, what's going on!"

Seeing Song Qinghua lose his mind and the black aura emanating from him, everyone present panicked.

The Tong family head was the first to step forward, "Everyone, it seems that the Song family head's evil arts have gone out of control. You all run away quickly, I'll stop him!"

After he finished speaking, several highly skilled individuals present also stepped forward to stop Song Qinghua.

The others scattered and fled, while a new thought crossed their minds—

Song Qinghua, the head of the Song family, has indeed practiced evil arts!

For righteous cultivators, the cultivation methods of other races, such as those of demons and monsters, are all evil arts. Cultivators who practice these are regarded as traitors by the righteous path.

As for those insidious and malicious techniques, they belong to evil arts and are feared by people from all walks of life. Those who practice these techniques are universally condemned.

Now that Song Qinghua has been exposed, the Song family will likely be attacked by other families.

Song Qingyang never expected things to develop this way; he just wanted Song Qinghua's true colors to be revealed.

All he needs to do next is stand up and give false testimony to prove that the person in the picture is not Song Qinghua.

At that time, Song Qinghua will surely be grateful for his kindness and thus lower his guard against him.

He possesses something left by his father; if he takes his time, he will surely be able to remove Song Qinghua from his position as head of the family.

But why did Song Qinghua suddenly lose control?

Song Qingyang didn't have time to think much. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention, he hurriedly went to find the elder.

At present, only the elders can step in to temporarily stabilize the other families and prevent the Song family from becoming the target of everyone's criticism.

Looking at the chaos in the front yard, Yun Zhao asked curiously, "Ayan, how did you do that? Could it be that you can control the power of everyone who practices demonic techniques?"