Divine Son-Qin Wangchuan!

Looking up, it was indeed his Second Brother Qin Xuanji.

Qin Xuanji stepped in slowly, his gaze lingering on the Paper Figurine figure for a moment before he nodded slightly.

"The Zhao Clan's talisman techniques are indeed exquisite. Although I have also practiced a lineage of Paper Figurine techniques, they were not designed for combat, so let's not mention them."

"With your talent, mastering the Talisman Dao talismans won't be difficult."

He changed the subject, looking up at Qin Wangchuan: "Now that you've emerged from seclusion, let's make preparations."

Qin Wangchuan's eyebrows twitched slightly. "Prepare what?"

"The position of the Divine Son." Qin Xuanji's tone was calm, yet every word was clear. "The Old Ancestor said we should fight a battle, and the winner will become the Divine Son. The date will be set later."

"A fight? Who can beat Eldest Brother?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Xuanji's lips curled into a half-smile. His gaze lingered on Qin Wangchuan for a moment before he leisurely said, "Perhaps... Ninth Brother, you could defeat him?"

Qin Wangchuan was taken aback at first upon hearing this, then shook his head and chuckled:

"I hit my Eldest Brother?"

In the future, that might be possible, but right now... it's definitely going to end in a slap to the ground.

Before the words were finished, a white shadow suddenly flew by like a flowing cloud, and was already in front of them in the blink of an eye.

Qin Wangchuan looked up and saw a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar figure reflected in his eyes. He couldn't help but smile and softly call out, "Jianwei."

Ye Jianwei paused, staring blankly at him.

Two years have passed, and the Young Master seems to have grown taller. His already handsome features are even more defined, and the boyish naiveté between his brows has faded, replaced by a more composed and mature demeanor.

He stood there, seemingly enveloped in a faint glow, captivating all who looked away.

A surge of warmth welled up in her heart, and she could no longer suppress her longing and joy. She nodded emphatically in response, then impulsively threw herself into his arms, her voice trembling with barely concealed excitement and a sob.

"Young Master!"

Seeing the two embracing, Qin Xuanji's eyes flashed with understanding, then he smiled calmly:

"The message has been delivered, so I will not disturb you any longer."

Having said that, he turned and left, his clothes fluttering as he quietly disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

Ye Jianwei then lifted her head from Qin Wangchuan's embrace, her cheeks slightly flushed, but she still clung to his sleeve, chattering about everything that had happened in the past two years.

She said that her cultivation had greatly improved and that she had already challenged several well-known experts in the clan.

It is also said that the Sword Intent is becoming more and more solid, and he is already able to initially control part of the power of the Taichu God-Burial Sword.

Finally, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, "By the way, Young Master, since that day when we ate the Sacrificial Bone, Jiujiu has grown so much! Now she's so majestic!"

Before the words were finished, a clear and melodious cry suddenly came from the heavens.

A dazzling golden light pierced through the clouds, and the scorching heatwave pushed aside the clouds layer by layer.

A magnificent Golden Crow spread its giant wings, which were more than ten feet wide. Nine-Colored True Fire burned among its feathers, and its long tail left a dazzling trail of light, making the sky look magnificent.

It swooped down with a long cry, deftly withdrawing its flames as it approached the courtyard. Its massive body rapidly shrank in the stream of light, and upon landing, it transformed into a golden-feathered spirit bird with a wingspan of two feet.

Although it no longer possessed the Covering the Sky and Sun power it once had, it still shone brightly, with a faint nine-colored radiance flowing between its feathers.

The little creature deftly wrapped its arms around Qin Wangchuan's neck, its warm body as soft as golden brocade against his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek affectionately and emitting soft chirps.

In stark contrast to its previous overwhelming power, now it resembles a warm, living scarf, naturally and comfortably embracing its owner.

Qin Wangchuan's eyes lit up, and he reached out to stroke its scorching crest. "Goodness, it has indeed grown quite a bit."

Just as the house was bustling with activity, Qin Xuanji, who had not yet gone far outside the courtyard, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

As if sensing something, he looked up at the rooftop, a half-smile playing on his lips.

High up there, a snow-white Nine-Tailed Fox lay lazily on the eaves, its nine fluffy tails swaying gently.

On the back of the fox, a girl in a black and gold dress leaned lazily.

Golden threads and cloud patterns flowed, outlining her exquisite figure. Her former childishness had faded, and her face was as beautiful as a painting.

She casually toyed with the tip of the Nine-Tailed Fox's tail with her slender fingers, while her beautiful eyes were fixed on the courtyard. When her gaze lingered on Qin Wangchuan, she unconsciously pursed her cherry lips, revealing a complex expression of coquettishness and concern.

Like a lotus bud just beginning to bloom, still glistening with dew, it already possesses a captivating beauty.

Qin Xuanji shook his head and chuckled, thinking to himself, "This girl, she clearly cares a lot..."

"But what does that have to do with me?"

"Let's watch the show!"

Before they knew it, the day arrived to determine the Divine Son.

Although it was nominally a selection process, Qin Wangchuan knew the real reason behind it.

The position of the Divine Son will inevitably be chosen from among the Eldest Young Master Qin Wudao, the Second Young Master Qin Xuanji, the Fourth Young Master Qin Kuangge, and the Fifth Young Master Qin Qingzheng.

As for myself, I was merely going through the motions, fulfilling the proper etiquette.

When Qin Wangchuan arrived at the Martial Arts Arena, he found it already bustling with noise.

The stands surrounding the Martial Arts Arena were filled with disciples of the clan. The younger generation whispered among themselves, glancing towards the main stage from time to time with anticipation and curiosity in their eyes.

The elders stood on either side, their expressions solemn.

On such an occasion, Grandpa Qin Fuhai was naturally present as well. He was dressed in Black Brocade Robe, exuding an imposing presence without being angry.

Surprisingly, none of the Young Master ladies who were supposed to participate in the selection were present.

Only the whistling wind swept across the arena and fluttered the flags on the sidelines, making the scene seem somewhat eerie for a moment.

"This is...?"

Qin Wangchuan was somewhat confused by this scene, but luckily his teacher Qin Wenhe was nearby, so he went up to ask him.

Qin Wenhe and shook his head, a knowing smile in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "This old man doesn't know... I'm completely unaware."

After saying that, his gaze swept across the empty platform as if it were nothing, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Looking at the empty Martial Arts Arena, Qin Wangchuan suddenly recalled the memories of the simulation.

"Wait a minute, Ye Jianwei's simulation mentioned the Qin Clan Divine Son..."

"It's me?"

His heart skipped a beat as he realized why he was the only one present.

This was a setup!

Just as he was pondering this, a deep and authoritative voice suddenly rang out from the main platform:

"Since no one is willing to step forward, I hereby announce—" Grandfather Qin Fuhai's voice boomed like a bell, echoing throughout the entire Martial Arts Arena, "I hereby confer upon the Ninth Young Master Qin Wangchuan the title of Divine Son, to receive the Mandate of Heaven!"

"The rest of the Young Master were all demoted to Dao Child."

After the words were spoken, the entire room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a murmur of discussion.

Qin Wangchuan looked up in astonishment, only to see his grandfather's gaze, sharp as lightning, fixed on him, carrying an unquestionable meaning.

Meanwhile, atop a tall pavilion in the distance, several figures leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance and taking in the entire scene unfolding in the Martial Arts Arena.

Qin Qingni frowned slightly, her slender fingers twirling a strand of hair, her tone tinged with reluctance:

"Ninth Brother has just come out of seclusion, is it really a bad idea for us to trick him like this?"