Defying Heaven Comprehension, Little Female Demon Was Going to Suffer Again

Regarding the Undying Divine Tree.

Though he had never truly seen it, he had learned quite a bit about it through the constant influence of those around him—

It was an Innate Spirit Root that had taken root in the ancestral land when heaven and earth first opened. It had endured ten thousand years without perishing; some even said it was older than the Qin Clan itself.

One leaf, one Emperor Artifact; one branch, suppressing Myriad Ages.

Legend had it that the Divine Tree was not only monstrously powerful, but also understood ancient and modern times alike, able to answer every question in the world.

"Since even Old Ancestor cannot see through the Li Clan Sword Seal, perhaps... it can give me an answer."

Qin Wangchuan hesitated no longer. With a flip of his right hand, the Purple Gold Token appeared in his palm.

His fingertip lightly tapped the token.

A streak of green light enveloped him.

The next moment, Qin Wangchuan vanished from where he stood. When he appeared again, he was already standing in a vast ancient land.

Mist swirled all around him, and the spiritual energy was so dense it had nearly condensed into substance. Beneath his feet lay an ancient stone path covered in moss.

At the end of the path stood a towering ancient tree, majestic and immovable. Its trunk was as thick as a dragon, its branches and leaves Covering the Sky and Sun. Mysterious patterns covered its bark, as though they recorded endless ages.

"This is... the Divine Tree?"

Qin Wangchuan stepped forward. He had barely taken a few steps when the entire space suddenly trembled. The ancient tree's branches and leaves rustled without wind. Then, an ethereal female voice came from every direction:

"Qin... Wangchuan..."

The voice was distant and hazy, yet it clearly spoke his name, as though it had rung directly within his Divine Soul.

Qin Wangchuan took a deep breath and cupped his hands in salute. "Junior Qin Wangchuan has come seeking guidance for a question."

As his words fell, green light flowed across the Divine Tree's main trunk, and a graceful figure slowly condensed into form.

She was a woman in green robes, her face exquisitely beautiful and untouched by mortal dust, her eyes like stars, her long hair cascading like a waterfall. A faint aura of Wood Spirit Qi lingered around her.

Barefoot, she stepped through the air and arrived before Qin Wangchuan in just a few strides. Her eyes were especially unusual.

She appeared no more than twenty, yet those eyes seemed to have witnessed the vicissitudes of Myriad Ages.

"You came for the Li Clan Sword Seal?" Her lips curved slightly, her voice ethereal.

Qin Wangchuan nodded. "That is correct."

"Though I understand the past and see through the future, this Li Clan Sword Seal... is truly ingenious." The woman shook her head. "There is nothing I can teach you."

Qin Wangchuan froze. Just as a trace of disappointment rose within him, she suddenly raised her hand and pressed a finger against his brow!

"However, I can let you 'see' it once."

"What a Sword Seal is."

In an instant, an unfamiliar memory flooded into Qin Wangchuan's mind—

He saw a person.

Holding a long sword, the sword hilt danced and the sword tip traced.

As a single sword stroke fell, the character "Slash" appeared between heaven and earth.

Then, a Giant Sword was born from the void and descended, splitting Hongmeng apart and separating Yin from Yang.

Wherever the Sword Light passed, all things rose and perished, and the laws of the world changed in succession.

That Sword Light was pure beyond measure, without the slightest flourish, yet it contained the most fundamental True Meaning of Sword Dao!

"So that was it..."

"A Sword Seal is not a seal; a sword heart is not a heart..." A point of sword radiance exploded within Qin Wangchuan's mind.

That sword radiance became a long river of Myriad Ages one moment, then condensed into a speck of dust the next. Between an instant and eternity, it illuminated the true essence of the Sword Seal—

He seemed to understand.

The next moment, Qin Wangchuan's aura erupted beyond his control. Sharp Sword Intent shot into the heavens, stirring even the surrounding spiritual energy into ceaseless rolling waves!

He desperately wanted a sword—any sword would do!

It seemed the woman had seen through his thoughts.

She raised a hand in summons, and a branch snapped off the tree on its own, falling into her palm.

The next moment, green light flickered around the branch, and it transformed into a Wooden Sword. Its blade was ancient and unadorned, without edge or point, yet it faintly exuded a sharp intent.

"Take it." She casually tossed it over.

Qin Wangchuan reached out and gripped the Wooden Sword. In that instant, the Sword Intent throughout his body seemed finally to have found an outlet.

But no rush. He could not rush.

He closed his eyes and focused, replaying every movement he had just witnessed in his mind.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, raised the Wooden Sword, and drew one trajectory after another through the air—

They formed the character "Stand"!

The instant the character formed, the ground violently shook. A thirty-meter-tall Spirit Energy Sword tip burst from the earth and shot toward the clouds. Fierce Sword Qi swept in every direction, splitting even the surrounding mist in two!

Qin Wangchuan's pupils contracted sharply, his heart shaken beyond measure.

Approval flashed through the woman's eyes. "Not bad."

Qin Wangchuan came back to himself and hurriedly asked, "Many thanks, Senior. May I ask Senior's name?"

"All juniors of the Qin Clan call me 'Wood Ancestor.'"

The woman's figure gradually faded, as though she were about to return to the form of the ancient tree.

"You possess outstanding talent. Should you encounter trouble in the future, as long as you are within the Qin Clan's territory, recite my name, and I will sense it."

As her voice faded, her figure completely dispersed. The Divine Tree returned to stillness, as though everything just now had merely been an illusion.

Green light flashed, and Qin Wangchuan was transported back to his original spot.

He lowered his head to look at the Wooden Sword in his hand, his heart surging like a stormy sea.

"The Sword Seal... so that was it. I've managed to comprehend a rough framework."

"And did I just find myself another backer?"

In some sense, Wood Ancestor was a far greater backer than Old Ancestor. After all, she had watched the Qin Clan rise step by step and had been worshipped as a Sacred Relic.

He had a new move now.

Just as he was considering who to test it on, the system's cold notification suddenly rang out in his mind:

[New Mission: The Humiliation Ends Here!]

[Mission Description: With this system's Spirit Stone and cultivation technique assistance, the host has gained a preliminary level of strength. You have finally shed the name of a good-for-nothing and begun cultivating, but no one else knows this. Conflict within the household has grown increasingly cruel. To avoid falling behind in the struggle, your blood-related elder sister remembered that you still possessed some cultivation resources, and thus wishes to come seize them...]

[Mission Objective: Defeat your blood-related elder sister and make her kneel and beg for mercy!]

[Additional Condition: Defeat her without being verbally humiliated by her.]

[Mission Reward: Simulation Count +1, unlock the check-in function.]

[Additional Reward: Origin Source +10]

Huh?

As Qin Wangchuan listened, his expression gradually turned strange. The first person who came to mind was Qin Zhaoer. That girl had needed a beating since childhood.

But to be fair, the Foolish System was not merely dumb as a bubble—it was slow by half a beat too!

Relying on your Spirit Stones and cultivation technique?

It really knew how to gild its own face.

And you only issued the mission after I had already taught her a lesson?

Then what did that make the Eighth Sister I had already taught a lesson? Did it mean she had simply been lucky?

And I had to complete the mission without being humiliated?

At that very moment, the image of Eighth Sister trembling like a baby chick when she saw him surfaced in his mind. Did Little Female Demon have that kind of nerve?

"Alas, I really don't want to do this!" Qin Wangchuan let out a long sigh, though the corners of his lips quietly lifted. "But since it's a mission, there's nothing I can do, right?"

Qin Zhaoer was standing in her pavilion with her hands on her hips, berating her servants, when her entire body suddenly shuddered. The hairs on the back of her neck shot upright with a swish, as though an invisible venomous snake had crawled up her spine.

"Hiss—" She abruptly shut her mouth and suspiciously looked around. She stared at the spiderwebs on the beams three times, then even bent down to peer beneath the table.

"Miss, is something wrong?" her personal maid asked cautiously.

Qin Zhaoer rubbed her arms and muttered softly, "Strange. Why do I feel like someone is about to harm me?"

"Could it be Ninth Brother?"

The Qin Zhaoer who lorded over others wherever she went had only ever stumbled over one person—and that was her most detestable Ninth Brother!