Familiar Faces, No Pleasant Surprises

Of course, nobody paid him any attention.

The Sect Rules of the Wen Dao Palace is: if you're slow, you'll miss out!

Some disciples were even still not satisfied:

"No resistance whatsoever, so boring."

"Let's all go, let's all go. We might as well go watch Li Shixiong refine pills while doing a handstand."

"Who was the dealer just now? Pay up!"

As Xu Ruoxuan watched all this, some of her original beliefs began to crumble, and she developed a greater curiosity and longing for this "strange" sect.

Su Yingxue then grabbed her hand and excitedly ran off to collect the Spirit Stone they had won.

"Place a bet?" Xu Ruoxuan looked over in surprise. "When did you place the bet?"

"Just now!" Su Yingxue continued walking, her hair swinging merrily in the sunlight, "Just when that senior brother who used the club to knock me out made his move!"

Xu Ruoxuan's eyes widened instantly. "You dared to place a bet without even knowing what you're betting on?"

"What does it matter?" Su Yingxue turned around, her skirt swirling into a flower shape, her two raised fingers almost poking Xu Ruoxuan's nose. "The important thing is that I won a lot of Spirit Stone!"

Her words were filled with excitement.

The little girl who once huddled in the corner is now skipping and jumping in the crowd, her clothes fluttering like a butterfly that has finally found a flower field.

And all of this is thanks to that person.

"Brother is right..." Su Yingxue suddenly fell silent after receiving her bet, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the Spirit Stone. "The people here..."

She glanced at her senior brothers in the distance, who were dragging people away with the Immortal Binding Rope, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Indeed, they are all eccentric."

There are no identities here, and no one cares about origins.

As long as you don't betray us and can lend a hand when the Wen Dao Palace is in crisis, you're one of our own.

The clouds drifted like cotton wool, and the Flying Ship soared through the air, leaving a silver trail across the azure sky.

On the deck, Qin Wangchuan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes motionless in the Gale Wind, only the cloud patterns embroidered on the hem of his robes appearing and disappearing intermittently.

He gazed at the rolling Cloud Sea in the distance, his expression calm, as if deep in thought.

Suddenly, light footsteps sounded behind me.

As Yin Qiyue stepped onto the deck, she saw this scene—the tall, slender figure of the young man stood at the bow of the ship, the sunlight casting a pale golden outline on his silhouette.

She slowed her pace and her gaze lingered on him for a moment.

The last time I saw the Young Master, he was a child dressed in fine clothes, with delicate and beautiful features, yet he always carried a calmness that was beyond his years.

Now, when we meet again, the childishness of those days has faded away, replaced by a tall and straight figure, a sharply defined profile, and eyes that are still as deep and starlike as ever.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly composed herself.

"Young Master." Yin Qiyue stepped forward and stopped three feet away from him.

Today she wore a long black dress with a silver sash around her waist, and a plain Silver Hairpin in her hair gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Qin Wangchuan turned around, glanced at her, and nodded.

Several years have passed, and Yin Qiyue has become more mature and poised.

After a brief greeting, he began to report on his work:

"The mission is progressing smoothly, but it's taking a long time this time, so I've assigned someone to keep an eye on it."

She paused, then continued, "In addition, during the exploration of the Northern Region Ruins, we discovered a Mysterious Ancient Scroll."

"The entire scroll is wordless, yet it contains hidden mysteries. An ancient aura flows within it, as if sealed by some kind of restriction, and to this day, no one has been able to glimpse its true form."

"Even those people from the Wen Dao Palace can't break it?" Qin Wangchuan asked.

Yin Qiyue shook her head. "Most people have tried it."

Qin Wangchuan knew all the extraordinary people in the Wen Dao Palace; if they couldn't break the spell, they were clearly no ordinary beings.

"Interesting." He sat down, tapping his knuckles lightly. "Good work."

"If it proves useful, a reward will be assured."

Yin Qiyue noticed that his fingers were long and strong, with distinct knuckles, which were completely different from the fair and delicate hands of the young Young Master in her memory.

She gently shook her head, and the silver hairpin in her hair swayed gently with the movement.

"I..." She parted her lips slightly, but before she could utter her words of refusal, she was interrupted by a clear voice behind her.

"Young Master."

It's Luo Lingxi.

A young girl arrived gracefully in a simple White Veil, her flowing robes seemingly reflecting moonlight.

Her eyebrows resembled distant, verdant mountains, and her eyes were like autumn waters shrouded in mist.

A single dot between her brows, like a red plum blossom in the snow, shone even brighter in this world, making her seem like a fairy descended to earth.

Xu Qing stood to the side, shaking his head and sighing, "As expected of Young Master."

He didn't feel any jealousy, after all... he was Qin Wangchuan.

As for Yin Qiyue, although she was unwilling, she could only step aside.

Qin Wangchuan turned his head, his gaze falling on the Green Jade Flute at Luo Lingxi's waist, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "You've switched to learning the flute?"

Luo Lingxi was taken aback. She gently stroked the flute with her delicate hand, her fingertips caressing the jade flute, but she did not answer directly.

When she looked up, her eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist. "Ever since I witnessed Young Master brilliance that day, Lingxi has realized that my own path... is but a small alley, too short and too narrow."

"Confused and unsure of which way to go, I beg for guidance Young Master."

A mountain breeze swept across the deck, causing her white dress to flutter and the jade pendant at her waist to jingle.

The voice was clear and crisp, yet it only made her tone sound even more bewildered.

Qin Wangchuan remained silent for a moment.

The Flying Ship passed through a wisp of cloud, and the sunlight flickered across his handsome profile.

He suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet heavy as a thousand pounds. "Since you don't know, then come and walk the Way of Ten Thousand Laws."

"The Way of Ten Thousand Laws?" Luo Lingxi's pupils constricted slightly, and she subconsciously gripped the jade flute tighter. "It's the same as Young Master's..."

"Indeed." Qin Wangchuan's lips curled slightly, his gaze like a deep pool reflecting the moon. "The Way of All Laws embraces all rivers."

"Since we do not know the path ahead, then let us cultivate the Way of Ten Thousand Laws."

"Among all the laws, there is always a way for you to find your place."

If it were someone else, Qin Wangchuan would recommend another path.

For example, Pang Jie recommended Sword Dao.

But Luo Lingxi is different.

She is the Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion, an ancient force within the Ten Directions Immortal Court.

"He poured all his extraordinary talent into the Zither Dao. Whether the path to mastery is significant or not is another matter; it's such a waste."

Luo Lingxi froze on the spot.

Wasteful? Does this mean the Young Master has expectations of me?

The Way of Ten Thousand Laws

That is Qin Wangchuan's unparalleled Dao Lineage!

It integrates all methods, forming a unique system, a path that no one has ever dared to tread before!

She looked down at the jade flute in her hands, and suddenly felt that this instrument, which had been her companion for so many years, had become incredibly unfamiliar—just like her rapidly beating heart, filled with both fear and inexplicable unease...

Overjoyed.

"Good."

I'll try anything, except for the word "good".

Qin Wangchuan nodded in satisfaction.

'Is this the First Person to inherit my Dao Lineage?'

He thought to himself, but was not satisfied.

One day, he will extend this principle to all the heavens, and everyone will use the Qin Clan's Dao and the Qin Clan's laws.

His Daoist magic, Qin Wangchuan!

Qin Wangchuan lightly raised his fingertips, and a gentle breeze brushed against Luo Lingxi's jade flute. "Lend it to me."

The moment the Green Jade Flute landed in his palm, the world fell silent.

When the flute begins--

At first, it was like Clear Spring Rinsing Stones; then it resembled the Pine Waves Surging; finally, it transformed into the Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry in the heavens, spreading out layers of sound waves amidst the Cloud Sea.

The clouds on both sides of the Flying Ship seemed to flow with the music, sometimes gathering and scattering like flowers, sometimes stretching out like ribbons.

Luo Lingxi's pupils trembled slightly.

This isn't just playing the flute; it's clearly using music as a brush and the world as a scroll to create a freehand ink painting!

Actually, Qin Wangchuan didn't know how to play the flute before; it was his Fifth Sister who wanted him to learn, and he learned a little bit as well.

The journey to the Wen Dao Palace was uneventful, but to his surprise...

I unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance here.

When the people from the Wen Dao Palace brought the stripped-naked Yu Zhenjun to the main hall.

Qin Wangchuan recognized the person at a glance.

"Zhou Yunyi?"

Zhou Yunyi was stunned for a moment, then screamed in fright like a groundhog:

"Qin-Wang-Chuan!"