The Qin Clan Dao Children's Rarely Seen Hubbub

It's not surprising that Qin Qingni is on Qin Wangchuan's side.

After all, he was his sugar daddy!

A large portion of the budget flowed out of Qin Wangchuan's hands and was converted into warships and Spirit Cannon.

However, this explanation was misinterpreted by others.

"Third Sister, you're overthinking it." Qin Kuangge tilted her head back and took a swig of wine, laughing loudly, "Ninth Brother is exceptionally talented; the position of Divine Son is rightfully his! We're just saving him trouble!"

"Or does Third Sister want to become the Divine Son?"

"I'd love to!" A strange light suddenly flashed in Qin Qingni's eyes, and her hands unconsciously began to gesture, her fingertips drawing smooth arcs in the air, as if sketching a grand blueprint.

"If I were the Divine Son, I would dedicate the entire clan to scientific research, and then—"

She suddenly stopped, her back ramrod straight, her chin slightly raised, her voice filled with unprecedented fervor, "I want starships to cover Three Thousand Dao Provinces, and every Phase Cannon to bear my name!"

She deflated again after saying that.

"However, I'm good at scientific research, but fighting, showing my face in public and all that... sigh."

Fifth Miss Qin Qingzheng fiddled with her jade flute, a new trinket she had discovered, and said with a slight smile, "I have no objections."

After saying that, she thought to herself, "My Ninth Brother is proficient in music. Maybe I can ask him to teach me how to play."

Qin Wudao, who stood with his hands behind his back, remained silent, his gaze still fixed on the slightly bewildered figure in the distance.

Qin Xuanji lightly twirled the warm jade talisman between his fingertips, a half-smile playing on his lips, his voice leisurely. "The capable are often burdened with more work."

"Now that Ninth Brother has emerged from seclusion, it is only right that he should shoulder this responsibility."

He glanced at everyone present, raising an eyebrow with a hint of amusement. "It's quite a coincidence, I originally only intended to leave alone, how come you all... all have the same idea?"

The group exchanged knowing smiles and knowing glances.

Qin Miaoyan, who was standing to the side, had somehow taken out a palm-sized Jade Abacus and was rapidly moving her fingers, the beads colliding and making a crisp "clattering" sound.

She didn't even look up, and spoke extremely quickly:

"You have no idea how many Spirit Stone Ninth Brother's favor is worth these days! If we give him the position of Divine Son, how many resources could we exchange for it in the future..." She suddenly looked up, her eyes gleaming, "That's mountains of gold and silver!"

Qin Zhaoer glanced helplessly at her sister, her slender fingers lightly pressing her temple. "Sister, no matter how clever your plan is, you still have to see if Ninth Brother will accept this favor."

"He has no choice but to admit it!" Qin Miaoyan confidently as she closed the abacus. "Otherwise, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"

Qin Zhaoer gently shook her head, then turned to look at the figure in the distant Martial Arts Arena, her tone unusually calm.

Young men hide their talents, and so do young women; perhaps their outward arrogance is merely a facade.

I can only show my true self in front of my family.

"I truly believe... he is the most suitable candidate." Qin Zhaoer said, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes. "The experience of the Dayan Dynasty is still vivid in my mind. The moment my Ninth Brother stood before everyone and uttered the words 'All laws begin with him'—"

"At that moment, I understood that he was born to be a Divine Son who would lead the way."

"It is the True Dragon Mandate that is destined to usher in a new era."

Upon hearing this, Qin Qingni's eyes lit up, as if she had discovered something extremely interesting. She mischievously twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, tilted her head, and leaned closer to Qin Zhaoer:

"Oh, oh, oh~ Ninth Brother isn't here, but someone's quite frank, isn't he?"

She deliberately drew out her words, a sly glint in her eyes, "Would you dare say these things to his face?"

Qin Zhaoer's serious expression vanished instantly, her pretty face flushed bright red, and even her ears turned crimson.

She stomped her foot in embarrassment and anger, pointed at everyone present, and said with a hint of exasperation in her voice, "You, all of you... no one is allowed to tell him! Especially you, Third Sister!"

"Big mouth!"

Her embarrassed and flustered appearance caused everyone to burst into laughter, and Qin Kuangge laughed so hard that he almost knocked over the wine pot in his hand.

Just as the laughter subsided and everyone wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of their eyes, Qin Wudao, who had been standing silently like an ancient pine tree, suddenly turned around slowly.

His gaze remained calm and unwavering, and he spoke in a steady voice:

"Actually... it's not impossible for me to become Divine Son-- "

Before he finished speaking, the entire attic fell silent.

All the laughter stopped abruptly.

Qin Kuangge paused, the wine pot he had raised to his lips stopped, Qin Qingni's fingers, which had been playing with her hair, froze, and even Qin Zhaoer forgot to be shy. Everyone turned to look at him, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The next second--

"Puhahaha--!"

A burst of laughter, ten times louder than before, erupted, almost lifting the roof off!

"Eldest Brother! You... you must be joking!" Qin Kuangge laughed so hard he slapped the railing, completely oblivious to the wine spilling all over him. "Divine Son? You think you're Divine Son?! Hahaha..."

Qin Qingni wiped away tears of laughter while waving her hands repeatedly:

"It's not that you're not capable enough... but, but last time you mistook a visiting elder for a farmer delivering vegetables, and even seriously asked her, 'How much are the cabbages?'... If you were representing the Qin Clan on this trip, I can't even imagine the scene."

Qin Qingzheng couldn't help but chuckle, lightly covering his lips with his jade flute:

"Leaving aside us, our Old Ancestor would be the first to disagree."

Qin Xuanji also shook his head and chuckled:

"Eldest Brother, you should focus on your sword practice. The matter of the Divine Son... is truly not something to be forced."

Qin Wudao listened expressionlessly to the banter and teasing from the crowd, only a fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of helplessness flashing across his eyes.

He remained silent for a moment, then finally let out a long, melancholy sigh, "Phew~"

"It's really complicated..." Qin Wudao said, looking down at the sword in his hand. "The Great Dao is much simpler, without so many twists and turns."

After finishing his statement, he fell silent again.

It was as if that earth-shattering statement had never been uttered.

Just as everyone was laughing, a clear, melodious voice rang out from not far away:

What are you talking about?

Qin Wangchuan walked slowly, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Before he could finish speaking, everyone in the pavilion suddenly stopped smiling, turned around in unison, and solemnly knelt on one knee, bowing their heads in respect.

"Greetings, Divine Son!"

The voices were uniform and resonated with unprecedented respect.

Qin Wangchuan was taken aback by this sudden and generous Grand Gift. Before he could react, a red shadow flashed before his eyes!

"Ninth Brother, you've come at the perfect time!" Qin Qingni sprang to his side in an instant, her words flying like a machine gun, "You have no idea how much Eighth Sister praised you! She said you're some kind of True Dragon Mandate, and also said..."

"Pfft!"

Before she could finish speaking, a small fist slammed into her stomach, forcefully silencing her.