Upon First Arriving in the Jiuqu Realm, You're Saying This Is the Middle Thousand Provinces???

Although Qin Qingni's cultivation level was not low, Qin Zhaoer's physique was extraordinary under the blessing of the Sacred Body.

Not to mention it was a despicable sneak attack!

Qin Zhaoer's face was as cold as ice. After landing a punch, she didn't stop and her attacks were all deadly. In the blink of an eye, she had Qin Qingni pinned to the ground!

"One hundred bottles of Immortal Grade Spirit Marrow! I'll help you!" Qin Miaoyan, who had somehow appeared beside her, shouted at the suppressed Qin Qingni with shining eyes, her Jade Abacus clicking away.

"Profiteering merchants taking advantage of our misfortune! Impossible!" Qin Qingni shouted angrily while defending herself, "These Spirit Marrow are enough to buy a Spirit Light Cannon!"

Qin Wudao, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, "One hundred bottles of Immortal Grade Spirit Marrow, beat her up."

It's obvious that he's still holding a grudge about what happened last time.

Alright!

Qin Miaoyan didn't care about any of that. Her eyes lit up when she heard this, and she flipped over and leaped into the fray, joining the "battle" without any hesitation, specifically targeting the gaps in Qin Qingni's defense.

"Ouch! You cunning businessman! You actually did it for real!" Qin Qingni cried out indignantly as she was being beaten up, "Eldest Brother! Why are you siding with her instead!"

Qin Wudao silently turned his face away, expressionless, as if he had suddenly become very interested in the clouds in the distance.

On the other side, Qin Xuanji, Qin Qingzheng, and Qin Kuangge had somehow gathered together, standing leisurely in a row, looking every bit like they were watching a show.

Qin Xuanji pulled out a Folding Fan from somewhere, unfolded it with a "whoosh," and, covering half his face, turned to the two people beside him and smiled, "I bet she'll dare to do it again next time."

Qin Qingzheng's fingertips twitched slightly, and he nodded gently. "I agree."

Qin Kuangge tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine, laughing heartily, "Isn't it obvious? Third Sister's temperament is probably beyond changing."

The scene instantly descended into chaos, with Qin Qingni's protests, the clatter of Qin Miaoyan's abacus, and the relentless pounding of Qin Zhaoer's fists all mingling together in a lively cacophony.

Qin Wangchuan stood aside, quietly watching the chaotic yet incredibly lively scene before him.

Although his older siblings had performed a solemn Grand Gift, they were able to laugh and joke together so casually in an instant... The corners of his lips unconsciously turned up slightly.

It seems that this position as the Divine Son has not changed what is most precious between them.

Very nice.

Because Qin Wangchuan was already attracting attention, the title of "Divine Son" falling on him did not cause much of a stir.

In fact, most people had anticipated this outcome.

However, other people are not focusing on this.

"Qin Wangchuan has broken through again? Damn! At this rate, when will I ever get revenge for that punch?"

"Tenth Realm... hmm... as expected."

"He's getting stronger, but so am I!"

"The Ten-Year Pact, three years left..."

"Next time! We must win next time!"

Let's go back a little earlier.

When Xu Qing and his group set off for Middle Thousand Provinces.

The Flying Ship pierced through the clouds and mist, steadily heading towards the Jiuqu Realm and the headquarters of the Wen Dao Palace.

On the deck, Xu Qing stood by the railing, gazing at the mountains and rivers rushing past below, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

He was a cripple before, but in the blink of an eye, not only did his cultivation fully recover, but he also became a subordinate of Ninth Young Master.

It was a blessing in disguise.

Xu's mother stepped out of the cabin. Although her injuries were severe, thanks to the Qin Clan's Tongtian abilities, all her wounds and sores had healed.

She slowly stepped forward and gently draped an outer robe over her son, her gaze unconsciously drifting to two women gazing into the distance from the railing.

Little Princess Su Yingxue of the Dayan Dynasty stood quietly to one side. Although she was still young, her figure was already showing signs of blossoming. Her beautiful face still had a touch of childishness, but she had her own noble demeanor.

On the other side, Luo Lingxi was even more stunning. She sat calmly with Jade Zither in her arms, her features exquisitely beautiful. However, her slightly furrowed brows always seemed to carry a faint trace of sorrow, as if she harbored an unsolvable confusion in her heart.

Xu's mother quietly pulled Xu Qing aside and asked in a low voice:

"Qing'er, tell your mother the truth, what is your relationship with these two young ladies?"

Her eyes held a hint of expectation. "Which one do you like? I think that Miss Luo is quite nice; she has a gentle and refined air. It's just that I've heard she's the Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion, with a noble status. I'm afraid you..."

"Mother!" Xu Qing hurriedly interrupted, subconsciously glancing back. Seeing that Luo Lingxi didn't seem to be paying attention, she breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Please don't say such things. Miss Luo admires the Young Master wholeheartedly; if she hears this, it will only cause her embarrassment."

"Young Master...?"

Upon hearing this, Xu's mother gave a disappointed "Oh." Since she was that man's woman, she naturally couldn't say more.

At this moment, Xu Father also came over, his face showing some worry and fear.

He patted his son's shoulder, his voice heavy. "Qing'er, you've never explained in detail who that Young Master is... who exactly is he? My heart is always filled with unease."

Although he lost his position as Patriarch, he was both grateful and apprehensive for the kindness of saving his wife and bringing her back to life.

Not to mention that the other party also helped his son, who was High Antiquity Remnant Soul that even many powerful figures were helpless against.

Looking at her parents' concerned yet uneasy expressions, Xu Qing took a deep breath.

The reason for keeping it a secret before was to avoid shocking the elderly couple who had just experienced a life-or-death situation. Now that they have embarked on a new journey, it is time to tell them the truth.

He said solemnly, "Father, Mother, the Young Master saved my life, helped me take revenge, and gave us a place to live is—"

He paused, then said clearly, word by word, "Qin Wangchuan, the heir of the Qin family."

"The Qin Family Wangchuan?!" Upon hearing this, Xu Father was struck dumb, gasping sharply. He swayed, almost unable to stand, his face filled with disbelief and shock.

The name of the Qin Clan is renowned far and wide.

Although he had never paid attention to such a Prodigy Aristocratic Clan before, recently, the name "Qin Wangchuan" had spread Dayan Dynasty and become the focus of heated discussion on the streets.

Wherever its name is mentioned, it is accompanied by all sorts of incredible rumors.

Some even say he has the potential to become the Ancestor of the Way of Ten Thousand Laws.

How old is he anyway?!

"That Lord... did he arrange this trip for us because of some important matter?"

Xu Father steadied himself, his tone becoming increasingly solemn, "Whatever the Young Master's request, we must not refuse. Leaving aside his noble status, this favor alone is worthy of our Xu Clan family's eternal gratitude!"

"Generations?" Xu Ruoxuan, the younger sister, asked curiously, blinking her clear, big eyes.

Although she was about the same age as Su Yingxue, she was well protected and still retained a naive innocence.

Xu Qing gently ruffled his younger sister's hair, then turned to look solemnly at his father:

"Your son understands. Young Master kindness is as high as a mountain, and I can never repay it in this lifetime."

"However, the Young Master did not make any demands on this trip. He only mentioned that he seemed to want us to help look after a few juniors who had just arrived in Middle Thousand Provinces."

"Take care of the younger generation?" Upon hearing this, Xu Father's expression softened slightly, and he nodded gently. This didn't sound difficult.

If the people of the Ten Directions Immortal Court went to Middle Thousand Provinces, wouldn't that be a case of overwhelming force?

However, Xu Father had no idea what awaited him ahead.

Middle Thousand Provinces, the Jiuqu Realm.

The location of the Wen Dao Palace.

The Flying Ship slowly landed on the wide Cloud Platform.

Yin Qiyue, who was in charge of the Wen Dao Palace in this area, had been waiting respectfully with her disciples for a long time.

However, the first to come into the Xu Clan's view was not Yin Qiyue and her group, but rather—

A colossal statue that soars into the clouds, overlooking all living beings.

The statue had a handsome face, with an air of domineering composure in its eyes. Its robes seemed to flutter in the wind, and its entire being exuded a breathtakingly powerful Dao Rhyme. Who else could it be but Qin Wangchuan?

Beneath the statue, the Spiritual Qi energy was so rich that it transformed into a protective immortal aura, with swirling spiritual mist surrounding it. With every breath, one could feel the Spiritual Power surging, far exceeding that of the Dayan Dynasty by several times!

Moreover, the structure of that Spirit Gathering Formation was incredibly profound; something seemed to be suspended at the array's core, constantly absorbing and releasing massive amounts of Spiritual Qi...

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Nine-Turn Pill!!

In the distance, a Spirit Spring Waterfall cascades down like a silver river from the heavens, its rising steam imbued with pure, ethereal energy.

Xu Father stepped onto the ground, he was so overwhelmed by the terrifying Spiritual Pressure and the Tongtian statue that he was speechless.

He looked up at the enormous statue, feeling the pure Spiritual Power around him, and fell into a deep sense of bewilderment and contemplation.

Xu Father murmured to himself, his voice filled with disbelief and disorientation:

"This... this is really Middle Thousand Provinces?"