Qi Xin! Divided, each rules as king; united, none under heaven can match!

Although Qin Xuanji still had an ordinary appearance, she had changed into a black robe, clearly indicating that she took this matter very seriously.

He leaned against the wall, his gaze sweeping over the arriving Daoist Dao Child, his voice deep and resonant:

"My Ninth Brother told me yesterday that he's going to the Immortal Path."

"Let him go then," Qin Kuangge said dismissively.

The others shared the same thought and didn't see anything wrong with it.

But Qin Xuanji's next words were astonishing.

"My Ninth Brother said there are enemies at the End of Immortal Path, they are from Alien Race." He paused, then continued, "He also said that Li Qingluan will die."

Before the words were even finished, Qin Zhaoer, dressed in red, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Although she disliked the woman, if she were to perish, how could Qin Wangchuan, who was traveling with her, remain unharmed?

Qin Xuanji shrugged. "The meaning is obvious. Ninth Brother knows there are enemies and how serious the crisis is, so he asked me to be his backup plan."

"You were the only one they contacted?" Qin Qingni asked, tilting her head.

"That shouldn't be the case! Ninth Brother should be closer to me..."

However, before she could finish speaking, several pairs of eyes swept over her, and she quickly shut her mouth.

"I'm more curious about what made him feel he had to face it alone." Qin Qingzheng stood with his sword clasped behind him, his Sword Intent restrained, but his tone turned cold. "And then, what else did he say?"

"That's all." Qin Xuanji spread his hands. "That's all Ninth Brother said. I don't know what he was thinking."

What do you think?

"What do you mean, 'how can I see'?!" Qin Miaoyan almost jumped up. "Are you suggesting I just stand by and watch?"

"Third Sister! Start the warship—!"

"Military expenses." Qin Qingni looked at her stingy Seventh Sister and uttered the two words lightly.

Upon hearing those two words, Qin Miaoyan's newly formed resolve instantly crumbled, and her raised hand twisted to scratch her back. "Then I won't start."

Qin Kuangge ignored her and slowly raised his head. "I think Ninth Brother has some reason for not wanting others to interfere, or... to steer this matter off course."

Although he was known as a war maniac, Qin Xuanji nodded in satisfaction at his meticulousness.

Qin Zhaoer couldn't help but speak up, "But we're not outsiders!"

"I will help him," Qin Qingzheng calmly.

She is Sword User, possessing a sword heart that is clear and insightful.

Knowing that his younger brother was in danger, there was no need for further words; he simply drew his sword.

Qin Xuanji lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips gently stroking the Hidden Pattern on his cuffs, his expression unusually solemn.

He paused for a moment before speaking slowly, his voice low and resolute.

"The Immortal Bone that Ninth Brother possesses are profound and Tongtian, far beyond our imagination."

"What he saw may be beyond Non-Self reach."

"To glimpse a corner of the future... is not impossible."

Qin Xuanji raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and voiced his conjecture:

"He knew how the future would unfold, and he knew how to solve it. Alone..."

He paused, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, before continuing:

"They fear that our hasty intervention might trigger unpredictable changes and lead to a truly irreversible situation."

Having said that, Qin Xuanji suddenly stood up and left the jade wall he had been leaning against.

His languid demeanor vanished, his black robes billowed without wind, and a majestic, imposing aura arose spontaneously.

"So, this is what I think."

"We are ready to respond at any time, but we will not take action."

"Unless..."

A sharp glint flashed in Qin Xuanji's eyes:

"Ninth Brother really needs help."

"How?"

"Okay." Qin Qingzheng the first to respond, his words concise and to the point.

Qin Zhaoer's brows remained furrowed. "I agree, but what about my Eldest Brother? Should we inform Eldest Brother?"

Qin Wudao is not at home now, but far away in the Outer Realm.

Even if I send a message now, I'm afraid it will be too late to get back.

Qin Xuanji thought for a moment and then decisively shook his head, "No."

"My Eldest Brother is preparing for a breakthrough, a matter of profound importance that cannot be overlooked. I won't tell him about it."

That's all.

The group exchanged glances, their doubts vanishing, replaced by a palpable fighting spirit and a silent understanding.

"Good!"

Look, he's such a darling.

Several figures quietly dispersed, scattering like stars, each making their own preparations.

Silence returned to the hall, leaving only Qin Xuanji alone.

He slowly leaned back against the cold jade wall, his fingers calculating and deducing countless possibilities.

After a moment of silence, Qin Xuanji parted his lips slightly and let out a barely audible whisper:

"Not enough..."

"These people are not enough."

"Besides, what do you mean by going to fight the Alien Race alone? Trying to be a hero?" he muttered to himself, a complex and unreadable smile playing on his lips.

"Even if you want to be a hero, how can you do without spectators and... cheers?"

"Since that's the case..." A decisive and sharp glint flashed in Qin Xuanji's eyes, "Then let's stir up this Immortal Path situation even bigger and more exciting!"

Just as Qin Xuanji began to set up an even more "exciting" scheme.

The departing Dao Child also began their preparations in their own ways.

Qin Zhaoer's Pavilion, a warm fragrance wafted through the air, White Veil draped between the beams and pillars, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a fairyland.

Her gaze, however, fell directly on a corner of the soft couch—where a slightly worn Cloth Doll sat, its stitches fine and its appearance bearing a striking resemblance to the young Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Zhaoer grabbed the doll, gathered a barely perceptible wisp of Law Power at her fingertips, and slammed it down hard on the little figure's head.

"I told you not to keep it from me!"

"Thump!"

"That'll teach you to treat your sister like an outsider!"

"Thump! Thump!"

"You think you're all grown up now?"

She scolded and tapped the doll, seemingly with force, but the force she applied was as gentle as brushing away dust.

She tapped a few times, then stopped, clutching the doll tightly in her palm and letting out a deep sigh.

As for Qin Qingni...

She did not return to the pavilion, but went directly to the Cloud Hidden Realm the Sky Patrol Throne was moored.

This is Small World specially created for the construction of this ship.

The warship was enormous, its streamlined hull gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, surrounded by runes, exuding an astonishing aura that seemed to shatter the surrounding Grotto Heaven.

Looking up at the warship that had been built with countless efforts and resources, he sighed softly.

He summoned his friend and Ship Master, Wen Rou'er.

How much budget is left?

Wen Rou'er was taken aback for a moment, then replied, "There are still a few hundred thousand Spirit Marrow left."

Upon receiving this answer, Qin Qingni ran her fingertips across the cold hull of the ship, lost in thought.

"Never mind." She shook her head, her eyes hardening. "The boat can be rebuilt, but I only have one brother."

"Tell everyone to prepare for battle."

"Going to war?!" Wen Rou'er jumped up, blocking the way in front of the Sky Patrol Throne, and looked at Qin Qingni warily:

"What do you want to do! Let me tell you, although it can fly, it doesn't have any defensive armor at all. It's just a paper tiger that will crumble at the slightest touch!"

She shook her head even more as she spoke, "No, no, no!"

Qin Qingni knew this, of course, but remained unmoved. "This is for my brother."

"The Wangchuan?!" Wen Rou'er's pupils constricted upon hearing this. Her hands, which had been firmly blocking the warship, were abruptly withdrawn. She turned and roared towards the dock:

"Have they all gone deaf?! The Spirit Furnace is unsealed, prepare for battle!"

Her shout, imbued with Spiritual Power, reverberated throughout the Cloud Hidden Realm.

Suddenly, a series of clanging sounds of machinery colliding and hurried footsteps came from afar.

After shouting this, Wen Rou'er suddenly darted forward to Qin Qingni, her eyes gleaming as she grabbed her wrist:

"Wait! What happened to what I asked last time?--"

She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with fanaticism:

How many Spirit Stones would it take to marry your brother?

A vein throbbed on Qin Qingni's forehead. She barely suppressed the urge to kick her away, gritting her teeth as she said, "Is this the time to talk about this?!"

"Of course it is!" Wen Rou'er confidently, and as she spoke, she actually took out a gold-embossed ledger from her Storage Ring, flipped to a certain page in a flash. "Look, I've even prepared the Betrothal Gift List!"

"Roll!"

Qin Miaoyan, on the other hand, was more conflicted.

She stood before the door of her greatest treasure trove, her face displaying a rich array of expressions, as if she had opened a dye vat.

Taking a final, deep breath, as if facing certain death, he heavily pushed open the treasure vault door.

In an instant, the brilliance of the pearls and jewels almost overflowed! Countless Spirit Marrow, Immortal Crystal, and Divine Material piled up like mountains, with various colors of precious light reflecting each other, and the rich Spiritual Qi almost solidified into a tangible substance.

"My little money... my precious darlings..." Qin Miaoyan softly, holding a bottle of Spirit Marrow in her palm, the warm touch spreading through her skin.

These words were spoken through gritted teeth, yet carried an indescribable air of affection.

As the only Daoist Dao Child with an average physique, Qin Miaoyan did not grow up in the Qin Clan.

Instead, due to some unforeseen circumstances, he fell to the Lower Realm and was forced to live a life of begging.

Qin Miaoyan almost starved to death at that time.

Fortunately, I met a friend who helped me; a very good friend.

She still remembers the other person's name: Xiao Shi.

But later, Xiao Shi was beaten to death in the street for stealing someone's Spirit Stone.

From that moment on, Qin Miaoyan understood the purpose of Spirit Stone.

"Spirit Stone stones are used to buy or exchange lives."

"After raising you for so long, it's finally time to send you off..."

After Qin Miaoyan, she closed her eyes, as if she had made a great decision, and suddenly flicked her sleeve!

A powerful suction force emanated from her sleeve, and the treasure vault instantly shone brightly. Like a whale sucking in water, a massive amount of Spirit Marrow Immortal Crystal transformed into torrents, surging into her specially crafted storage Law Treasure.

Looking at the treasure vault that was rapidly becoming empty, Qin Miaoyan felt her heart bleeding.

"That's enough! This should be enough for Third Sister's warship to sail for a while!" Qin Miaoyan quickly stopped, clutching her chest as if she couldn't breathe.

Looking at the almost empty treasury, she finally sighed deeply, "Ninth Brother! You owe me all of this!"