The Dragon Has Nine Sons, But All Nine Are Sick!

"Huh? You didn't know?" Qin Miaoyan feigned surprise. "The Old Ancestor just mentioned it a few days ago, saying that although you're still young, it's time to start looking for a betrothed."

"You have no idea, once the news got out, the threshold of our door was nearly trampled! Plenty of people have even come looking for me."

"If the two of us work together, we'll definitely make a killing!"

Qin Wangchuan: "..."

A betrothed? Does this world still go in for that sort of thing?

Seeing his subtle expression, Qin Miaoyan couldn't help but chuckle. "What, is my ninth brother shy? Don't worry, my intelligence business is booming. As long as you're willing to cooperate, I guarantee you'll hold the upper hand!"

"You'll definitely be the one in charge!"

"Besides, it's just a betrothal."

"..."

Qin Wangchuan took a deep breath and turned to leave.

But after a moment of thought, he turned back around.

Since he couldn't avoid this kind of thing anyway, he might as well make a profit from it.

He could also get some intelligence out of it.

"Let's settle the split first."

"Forty-sixty?" Qin Miaoyan asked tentatively. "Of course, that's forty for you and sixty for me!"

Qin Wangchuan looked at her expressionlessly. "Thirty-seventy."

"What?" Qin Miaoyan's eyes widened, and the abacus in her hand nearly slipped. "Ninth brother, that's not reasonable! I'm the one working hard to contact buyers and taking on the risks..."

"It's thirty-seventy. I get seventy, you get thirty," Qin Wangchuan interrupted her long-winded speech, his tone brook no argument.

"This..." Qin Miaoyan's eyes darted around, and she immediately put on a wronged expression. "How about fifty-fifty? Otherwise, sister here..."

"If you don't agree, I'm leaving." Qin Wangchuan turned as if to walk away.

"Wait!" Qin Miaoyan hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. "Thirty-seventy! We'll do thirty-seventy just like you said!" She bit her lip and added with a pained expression, "This is a losing business for me..."

As she spoke, her abacus clattered loudly, and the corners of her mouth were twitching, barely suppressed.

Believing she would lose money was like believing the Foolish System had no issues.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at her. "Selling my intelligence—what exactly are you losing?"

Qin Miaoyan was instantly rendered speechless. She sheepishly let go of his sleeve, muttering something about "needing to grease the wheels," and turned to leave, looking dejected.

After walking a few steps, she turned back and shouted:

"Remember to write your list of preferences in detail! Your favorite snacks, things you like, colors, and so on..."

Qin Wangchuan was just about to respond when he suddenly heard a lazy chuckle from above.

"You're quite popular."

His heart tightened—given his senses, he hadn't even noticed someone was within arm's reach.

Following the sound, he saw a figure in a green robe sprawled casually across the branches of an ancient tree.

The young man had an unremarkable appearance, yet he exuded an indescribable air of leisure, as if he were one with the world around him.

If it were an ordinary disciple, it would be impossible for him not to have noticed them, but if it were someone of note, they wouldn't have such a generic, passerby face.

That left only one possibility. Qin Wangchuan looked up and tentatively called out:

"Second Brother?"

The young man nodded in response.

The Second Young Master, Qin Xuanji.

Possessor of the Innate Dao Fetus, with extraordinary comprehension.

On the surface, he was gentle and humble, but in reality, he was deep and calculating, skilled at playing the pig to eat the tiger.

Moreover, he loved disguises; it was said he wore at least twenty or thirty masks on his face. He was a total schemer!

"What brings Second Brother here?" Qin Wangchuan asked.

Qin Xuanji did not reply, instead gazing into the distance.

Following his line of sight, he saw two figures on the Martial Arts Arena guiding the clan disciples in their cultivation.

Or perhaps, one could call it a one-sided slaughter?

One of them stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes as pristine as snow, speaking indifferently to a wooden pillar: "Your punches are not fast enough, and certainly not ruthless enough!"

It was none other than the Eldest Young Master, Qin Wudao.

He possessed the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and peerless combat power, hailed as the "Future Heavenly Emperor of the Qin Clan."

Although he was incredibly strong and a total show-off, it was a pity... he was face-blind.

Just like Ye Jianwei, his body suffered from a defect at the level of the Laws of the Great Dao.

His eyesight was poor, and he was notoriously bad at remembering faces. He often mistook elders for others, and could even mistake pillars and wooden stakes for people.

He once mistook the Old Ancestor for a sweeping servant and even told him to "get out of the way," only to be punished by the Old Ancestor with three days of facing the wall in contemplation.

Another man, shirtless with knotted muscles, threw punches with unparalleled ferocity. Hearing this, he laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Fight! Come and fight!"

This one was even more of a heavyweight—the Fourth Young Master, Qin Kuangge, who possessed the Heavenly Tyrant Body.

He was a martial arts fanatic; if he wasn't fighting, he was on his way to a fight.

The two of them standing together...

One stood with his hands behind his back, talking to a pillar.

The other was like a masochist, laughing happily while being surrounded and attacked by over a dozen people.

Tsk, it was truly hard to comment on this.

"You must not be as conspicuous as them," Qin Xuanji said, withdrawing his gaze with a gentle tone. "This world has no shortage of geniuses. Only by hiding one's edge and remaining humble can one go further."

Qin Wangchuan heard this, but his expression turned strange. "To be fair, Second Brother, with your 'passerby' face, you aren't really any less conspicuous than them."

Qin Xuanji chuckled at the words, and a hint of playfulness flashed across that plain, unremarkable face. "A passerby?" He raised a hand and wiped it across his face, instantly transforming into a handsome, jade-like countenance. "How about this?"

Without waiting for Qin Wangchuan to answer, he wiped his face again, this time turning into an old man covered in wrinkles. Then, he shifted into the appearance of a youth. "Or perhaps you prefer this?"

Qin Wangchuan: "..."

"Alright, enough fooling around." Qin Xuanji wiped his face and returned to his original look, tossing a bag over casually. "I heard you took in a little maid whose origin is incomplete."

"There are ten Innate Divine Sources in here. They won't be of any massive use, but they're better than nothing."

After saying this, he suddenly lowered his voice. "Regarding the engagement news from earlier, I have more detailed intelligence. In truth, the Old Ancestor has already decided on a candidate; releasing the rumors was merely a smokescreen."

"It will only be announced to the world at your tenth birthday banquet. It is said that this banquet will be unprecedented in scale, with all the major traditions sending representatives. Is there any particular gift you want, Ninth Brother?"

Qin Wangchuan put away the Divine Sources, thanked him, and shook his head.

"No."

"Hmm... in that case, I'll decide on the gift myself."

The Qin Clan had nine sons, and although all nine were a bit "off," their strength and harmony were truly beyond reproach.

Except for a certain bratty girl, the Young Masters got along exceptionally well. Qin Wangchuan even felt like he was the one being pampered.

After chatting for a few more moments, Qin Wangchuan mentioned he was going to find his Fifth Sister, Qin Qingzheng, to ask for guidance on sword techniques.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xuanji shook his head and said lazily, "She isn't at home."

"Oh?" Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow.

"She said she went to find some treasures for your body tempering," Qin Xuanji said, casting a meaningful glance at Qin Wangchuan's already perfectly tempered foundation, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "She certainly wouldn't have expected you to finish tempering your body so quickly..."

Ordinary prodigies need heavenly treasures to build their foundation after reaching the Second Realm, typically taking four to six years to reach the Third Realm. Yet, even the people within the Qin Clan had not expected Qin Wangchuan's cultivation to rise at such a speed.

This is the Longevity Immortal Body.

Let alone Qin Qingzheng, even Qin Xuanji hadn't anticipated this.

He paused, then shook his head with a chuckle. "But you know your Fifth Sister's temperament; she's a bit of a blockhead. Aside from staring blankly while clutching that sword of hers all day, she spends her time scouring everywhere for heavenly treasures. Let her be; she'll likely be back in a few days."

"However... if she brings back anything strange or peculiar, Ninth Brother, you'd better prepare yourself mentally."

"Remember the last time she brought me a 'Sacred Medicine' for healing? It left me bedridden for half a month."

That terrifying?

He made a mental note of it.

After bidding farewell to his second brother, Qin Wangchuan found himself without a destination.

"The Old Ancestor also said last time that the Li Clan Sword Seal is extremely mysterious, and even he has no leads."

"Who else could I ask then..."

Before the thought could finish, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and he remembered the token the Old Ancestor had gifted him previously.

He looked up abruptly, his eyes gleaming:

"Right! The Divine Tree!"