Take My Will to the Ji Clan

The Flying Ship slowly descended, and the Immortal Path Entrance was just ahead.

The entrance was surrounded by shimmering light and a vibrant Spiritual Qi atmosphere.

Qin Wangchuan and Li Qingluan stepped off the Flying Ship side by side, and the first thing they felt was a subtle sense of unease.

Spatial Artifact are disabled here.

However, this was useless against Qin Wangchuan, who possessed the blessing of the World Devouring Beast; he could still use the Void Divine Feather and Taixu Steps normally.

However, the effect will be somewhat reduced.

With just one glance, Li Qingluan's gaze was drawn to the strange Light Wheel behind him.

The Light Wheel seemed both real and illusory, emanating an indescribable, vast aura that was both intimate and distant.

"What is that Light Wheel behind you...?" she couldn't help but ask. "I've never seen it before."

Qin Wangchuan did not turn around, but said indifferently, "It's just a Law Treasure I just acquired. It has many Profound Mystery, and I haven't fully mastered it yet." He described the [Wheel of Fate] as an ordinary Law Treasure.

Although it was obtained from the system, saving the refining process, it is still extremely difficult to control, which is why it has always remained elusive.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingluan nodded slightly and asked no further questions.

For some reason, as she gazed at the slowly swirling Dark Gold Light Wheel, a faint, elusive sense of familiarity arose in her heart, as if she had felt a similar aura somewhere in the distant past.

But this feeling was so elusive and fleeting that she couldn't grasp it at all.

"Speaking of which," Li Qingluan suddenly spoke after a moment of silence, her voice clear yet carrying a rare hint of reminiscence, "When I first learned of this marriage arrangement, I was very resistant."

Qin Wangchuan glanced sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Oh? Then why did you agree later? Could it be..." He deliberately dragged out his words, "That it was because I'm good-looking?"

He mentioned their less-than-pleasant first meeting, during which she commented that he was "good-looking."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingluan did not glare at him as usual. Instead, her eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded very gently in response to his words.

"Um."

Her lips curved into a smile, like the first ray of warm sunshine in early spring sweeping across a frozen lake, instantly melting the ice and snow and revealing a softness never before shown to anyone.

You are indeed beautiful.

As soon as she finished speaking, the stagnant atmosphere in the surrounding space seemed to ease a little because of her rare frankness and gentle smile.

The shimmering light at the Immortal Path Entrance reflected on her jade-like skin, adding a breathtaking and magnificent touch.

For Li Qingluan...

We've been through so much along the way, let's not dwell on the past, what matters is the present.

It's enough that I've fallen for him.

As they spoke, the two had already reached the Immortal Path Entrance.

At the entrance, the rosy light swirled and the clouds swirled, but there was no sense of gloom; instead, there was an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

Since this Immortal Path is not known for its Heavenly Secrets, the atmosphere is quite relaxed. Cultivators gather in twos and threes to chat, and amidst the shimmering light of spiritual Treasured Artifact, it has the lively feel of a grand immortal gathering.

Several dao companion could even be seen walking hand in hand, pointing out the clouds and mist, clearly treating this trip as a sightseeing adventure, just like Qin Wangchuan and his companion.

As Qin Wangchuan and Li Qingluan were watching the bustling yet peaceful scene, a figure suddenly emerged from the crowd beside them, swiftly and respectfully approaching them and stopping steadily.

The newcomer was a woman, dressed in a neat and tidy outfit. She looked travel-worn, but her graceful figure was still undeniable.

She lowered her head slightly, strode forward, and knelt on one knee before Qin Wangchuan without hesitation. Her voice was extremely low, carrying an undisguised tension:

"Ji Lanzhi of the Ji Clan pays respects to the Divine Son."

This action seemed somewhat abrupt in the relatively relaxed atmosphere around them, drawing curious glances from several nearby cultivators.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze fell on the top of her drooping hair, his tone flat and emotionless:

"Ji Lanzhi?"

The woman's shoulders and neck tensed instantly. She took a deep breath and lowered her head even further. "... Yes."

The Ji Clan is now considered an affiliate of the Qin Clan, so they naturally have to pay homage to the Divine Son.

Qin Wangchuan sized her up for a moment, but didn't immediately tell her to get up. He simply commented, "Not bad."

The image of her ruthlessness and determination, forged in dire circumstances, flashed through his mind in the Simulation Scene.

Upon hearing this, Ji Lanzhi trembled almost imperceptibly, and her fingertips tightened unconsciously.

To her, this abrupt and unrelated comment was like a sword hanging over her head, leaving her unsure whether it was praise or a deeper warning.

They could only remain kneeling, holding their breath and concentrating, waiting for the next instruction.

In the eyes of the Shen Clan, the Ji Clan was evil.

In the eyes of the Ji Clan, the Qin Clan is evil.

But in reality, there is no good or evil in this world, only different perspectives.

"The Ji Clan is doomed, but you will have a much larger, far greater Lineage — the Qin Clan."

"Everyone can find a place to live here, and can preserve their surname, their martial arts, and their lineage."

"Those who have died cannot return, but those who are born in the future will traverse the heavens."

"I know you hate me. Karma Alternation, and hatred never ends." Qin Wangchuan's voice was calm and even, but it was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, stirring up a storm in Ji Lanzhi's heart.

She almost instinctively looked up, but then forcefully suppressed the movement, her eyes revealing undisguised shock and a hint of panic at having her secret exposed.

Qin Wangchuan seemed oblivious to her lapse in composure and continued calmly, "Therefore, I plan to establish a second Chuanliu Pavilion within the Ji Clan."

This sentence surprised Ji Lanzhi even more than the previous one.

She naturally knew the name Chuanliu Pavilion; it was the place where the Divine Son established the Qin Clan to impart his unique cultivation techniques, and it held extraordinary significance.

This attracted countless seekers of the Dharma to visit the Qin Clan.

Now they're actually opening a second branch, and... why choose the very place where the Ji Clan was just crushed by the Qin Clan and reduced to a vassal state?

Li Qingluan stood quietly to one side, her gaze shifting gently between Qin Wangchuan and the kneeling Ji Lanzhi.

His cool, expressionless face betrayed no emotion, only a faint hint of contemplation flickered in his eyes, which were as clear as autumn water.

"Why?"

Ji Lanzhi asked, her mind a complete mess.

Was it humiliation? Surveillance? Or some kind of... appeasement she couldn't understand?

Either way, it would place the Ji Clan in an extremely sensitive situation.

Seeing her forced composure, Qin Wangchuan naturally understood her confusion and resistance.

But he gained a deeper understanding of his own path.

Their thoughts and ideas have long transcended simple entanglements of gratitude and resentment.

The will endures.

The hatred forged in blood and fire within the Ji Clan, especially the resentment and tenacity represented by Ji Lanzhi, will only grow wildly underground like weeds if suppressed, eventually becoming a hidden danger.

It's better to guide than to block, and better to transform than to eliminate.

The best way to undermine a will is never destruction, but assimilation.

The purpose of placing Chuanliu Pavilion on the ruins of the Ji Clan was to use its own way to encompass, guide, and ultimately absorb this will that was filled with hatred yet incredibly resilient.

Like all rivers flowing into the sea, regardless of whether their source is clear or turbid, they will eventually become part of the vast Dao Realm.

This is not charity, nor is it humiliation; rather, it is a higher-level Dao Competition.

It is through one's own vast Dao realm that another indomitable will is baptized and forged.

"Because this is my way."

After thinking for a moment, Qin Wangchuan changed to a more subtle way of saying it:

"You can think of this as a trade. I want the record book of the <Artificial Heavenly Derivation Sacred Body> in exchange for a Chuanliu Pavilion. It's a very good deal."

After saying that, he said no more, but calmly looked at Ji Lanzhi, waiting for her response.

Will she understand her own intentions, and how should she respond?