The Qin Clan Branch Welcomes Him-Was This Spectacle Even for Me to See?

With this kind of force, it could easily destroy ten or even a hundred Holy Land, let alone one!

At this moment, Venerable Lei Ming felt as if ice and fire were churning within him.

On one hand, he secretly rejoiced that he had acted decisively and had not pushed the situation to a more irreparable state.

On the one hand, a chill ran down my spine from the fear, and cold sweat almost soaked through my inner shirt.

He secretly raised his eyes and quickly glanced at the sitting young man in black robes—no, it was the Qin Clan Divine Son!

Although I don't know what Divine Son is, I do know about the Qin Clan!

Those were powerful clans that could control several regions, yet they all bowed to this young man.

He was filled with fear and trepidation, worried that this incomparably noble figure still harbored dissatisfaction with him and with the Azure Heaven Holy Land.

Even a casual, understated remark could be enough to bring the entire Azure Heaven Holy Land to its Myriad Tribulations!

This feeling that his life and death were entirely dependent on the whim of others made this usually high and Heavenly Venerable feel unprecedentedly insignificant and powerless.

However, Qin Wangchuan didn't go to see him again.

Just a sigh:

"The training is over."

It's actually quite interesting.

There was no solemn farewell. Qin Wangchuan simply looked at Pang Jie, who was still in shock, and said lightly:

"Cultivate diligently."

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky, landing on the Qin Family Fleet.

After exchanging a few words with the branch Patriarch of the Qin Clan who came to greet them, the massive fleet changed course and returned home.

The next moment, Qin Wangchuan's figure flickered and he appeared on the deck of the Wen Dao Palace's Flying Ship, his Mystic Ink Robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

He didn't even look back once before the Flying Ship transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the clouds and disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

It came suddenly and left just as easily.

Pang Jie stared blankly at the long-vanished streak of light on the horizon, his heart filled with mixed emotions and a profound emptiness.

The elders of the Azure Heaven Holy Land, once unreachable and revered, now stood cautiously beside him, their tone even carrying a hint of flattery:

"Young friend, you are truly blessed to receive personal guidance from such an esteemed figure! Your future is undoubtedly limitless! If you require anything, our Azure Heaven Holy Land will certainly offer our full assistance..."

If Pang Jie were to receive such compliments normally, he would probably be overjoyed.

But at this moment, listening to Venerable Lei Ming's enthusiastic yet awe-inspiring and calculating words, he felt only a strange emptiness and alienation.

This reverence and goodwill were not directed at Pang Jie, but at the departing "Little Immortal" with a carefree air.

He looked down at his rough hands, then gazed in the direction Qin Wangchuan had disappeared. There was no joy in his heart, only a heavy sense of understanding—

The lonely path to becoming a strong person has already unfolded before him.

The guide's simple words before leaving, "Cultivate diligently," became his only guiding light.

Pang Jie remained silent for a long time before suddenly raising his head. His gaze passed over the still-talking Venerable Lei Ming beside him and went straight to his master, Xianyun Weng, who had been standing quietly to the side.

His eyes no longer held the previous blankness or longing, but instead carried a firm and resolute determination, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

"Master." His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear, interrupting Venerable Lei Ming's fawning, "May I learn swordsmanship?"

Xianyun Weng paused slightly, a complex glint flashing in his cloudy eyes. He slowly stepped forward, his aged hand gently resting on Pang Jie's shoulder, feeling the surging resentment and longing within the young man.

Even Venerable Lei Ming was taken aback by this sudden question and awkwardly shut his mouth.

"I am not an expert in Sword Dao, but I know a little bit." The old man's voice was hoarse, yet filled with unprecedented solemnity. "The sword is the way of killing, and also the method of overcoming calamities."

The Xianyun Weng's voice suddenly became powerful, and lightning seemed to flash in his eyes. "Those Sword User should have the sharpness to contend with the heavens and the determination to sever fate. This path is a thorny path of fighting against oneself, contending with others, and resisting the heavens."

"Compared to the Heavenly Secret Art, this path is arduous, lonely, and fraught with thorns—it's far from easy. Have you... thought this through?"

Pang Jie nodded emphatically, his gaze unwavering. "I've thought it through. I don't want to just watch helplessly anymore, I don't want to just wait for someone else to rescue me. I want... to have power!"

Xianyun Weng stared at him for a moment, then added in a meaningful tone, "You must understand that the path your Little Immortal walks is not purely the Sword Dao."

"What kind of path is that?" Pang Jie asked.

"A separate Dao Lineage, reflecting the heavens, the path to the Myriad Laws Return to Origin." With a hint of awe in his eyes, Xianyun Weng said, "That is a path no one dares to walk, a path no one has ever trodden... the Dao Ancestor Path."

Pang Jie's eyes widened in confusion for a moment upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure. "I don't understand any of this. I only know that the Little Immortal told me: Learn swordsmanship!"

He clenched his fist, his voice resolute. "This may not be the most suitable path for me, but I want to learn it!"

Finally, the Xianyun Weng nodded:

"Good."

After dealing with Pang Jie's matter, Xianyun Weng looked up again, gazing intently in the direction where the Flying Ship from the Wen Dao Palace had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

Seeing this, Venerable Lei Ming tactfully bowed and took his leave.

Filled with lingering fear and relief, he transformed into a streak of light and hurriedly departed to return to the Holy Land to handle the aftermath.

However, he had also heard of a term called "Wen Dao Palace".

'That emerging force is actually the work of Great Power being?' Venerable Lei Ming's mind raced, and he instantly knew what to do next.

When only the master and disciple remained, the Xianyun Weng slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of indescribable emotion:

"The Wen Dao Palace... I had long heard of a strange sect that suddenly appeared in Middle Thousand Provinces. Its actions were unpredictable, yet it gathered geniuses from all sides. It turns out... it was created by this Qin Clan Divine Son."

His eyes gleamed, as if he had seen through layers of mist:

"Instead of enjoying supreme glory in the Heaven Above Heaven, he has come to this Middle Thousand Provinces to personally establish a sect... This Divine Son's ambitions are far from ordinary."

After a moment's hesitation, Xianyun Weng seemed to have made up his mind. "Disciple, pack up."

"I will take you to the Wen Dao Palace... for a visit."

He wanted to see for himself what kind of Chess Game this exceptionally talented Qin Clan Divine Son had laid out in Middle Thousand Provinces.

For Pang Jie, this might also be an even greater fortuitous opportunity.

The Wen Dao Palace a majestic Mountain Gate, shrouded in mist and clouds.

Although the officials in charge of the Wen Dao Palace were temporarily away today, it seemed no different from any other day.

The disciples either sparred in the Martial Arts Arena, meditated in Quiet Room, or wandered among the various halls and pavilions.

The air was filled with vibrant energy and occasional bursts of Spiritual Power that were illogical yet incredibly powerful.

However, an invisible yet immense pressure suddenly descended like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the entire Wen Dao Palace!

All the disciples were startled, involuntarily stopping what they were doing and looking up at the sky with surprise and uncertainty.

In the distance, the figure of a young man dressed in a plain white robe quietly appeared in the sky.

His face was handsome and refined, and he was surrounded by an ethereal aura, as if he were one with heaven and earth. With each step he took, the void beneath his feet rippled slightly, carrying an undeniable aura of dominance.

It was none other than Yu Zhenjun, who had designated a vast territory as his boundary.

His real name is Zhou Yunyi.

This is certainly not his true form, but an avatar created using Law Treasure, which has come to the Lower Realm for a visit.

Zhou Yunyi hovered outside the Wen Dao Palace's grand formation, his gaze sweeping calmly over the unfamiliar sect that had "encroached" on his territory below, his brows furrowing slightly.

"I have only been in seclusion for a short time. Where did this petty scoundrel come from, daring to establish a sect here? Have you not even informed the master of this place?"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every disciple of the Wen Dao Palace, carrying a natural arrogance and questioning tone.

Based on Zhou Yunyi's past experience.

The sect below should be panicked upon seeing him in this state, and the person in charge should be rushing out to greet him and explain.

However, the expected panic did not occur.

After their initial astonishment, the disciples of the Wen Dao Palace below quickly regained their composure, with many even displaying... strange expressions?

It wasn't fear, but rather a look mixed with curiosity, inquiry, and even a hint of... excitement?

"Finally, a job has arrived!"