"What? You want to spar with me?"
Upon hearing Qin Wangchuan's challenge, Qin Zhaoer was first stunned. Then the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, and a flash of wild delight passed through her eyes.
Everyone knew that the Longevity Immortal Body cultivated very slowly.
Ninth Brother was only five years old, while she not only possessed a Sacred Body, but was also so much older than him.
Normally, because of the Old Ancestor, she could not lay a hand on him. Even when she suffered setbacks, she could only swallow them.
But now, he had actually delivered himself right to her doorstep.
Wasn't this practically volunteering to be beaten?
There was such a good thing?
"Fine! You said it!" Afraid that Qin Wangchuan might regret it, she immediately agreed loudly and even held out her little finger. "Come, pinky swear! Whoever goes back on their word is a dog!"
Qin Wangchuan was helpless and could only hook fingers with her.
Qin Zhaoer secretly sneered. Just wait until I beat you until you cry for your father and mother!
News of the two preparing to spar quickly spread.
The Seventh Young Master, Qin Miaoyan—Qin Zhaoer's elder sister—nearly rode a whirlwind straight to the Martial Arts Arena the moment she heard the news.
Her fox-like eyes spun, and an excited curve lifted her lips. Even her breathing carried the jubilant air of someone who had spotted a chance to get rich.
"Place your bets, place your bets!" Qin Miaoyan cried out, flicking the abacus in her hand with a sharp slap.
Amid flickering spiritual light, a gilded gambling table appeared out of thin air outside the Martial Arts Arena.
"Ninth Brother to win pays 1 to 2; Eighth Sister to win pays 1 to 1.5!" With a tap of her fingertip, two lines of gilded words appeared on the table. She then added, "Spirit Crystals and Spirit Marrow are both accepted. The betting limit is one thousand bottles of Spirit Marrow. Bets placed, no take-backs!"
The surrounding disciples immediately crowded over. Someone murmured, "The Seventh Young Master is at it again. Last time the Eldest Young Master fought the Fourth Young Master, and the Fourth Young Master won. I lost a hundred bottles of Spirit Marrow."
"Me too! The Eldest Young Master was obviously stronger. I suspect there was something fishy going on!"
Qin Miaoyan turned a deaf ear, merely smiling as she worked her abacus. Her gaze swept over the crowd as though she could already see a flood of wealth rolling in.
"This is a rare opportunity. Miss it, and there may not be another one~" Her voice was sweet and cloying, yet carried an irresistible temptation. "Think carefully before placing your bets. After all, Ninth Brother might not necessarily lose. He is the Qilin Child even the Old Ancestor thinks highly of."
As her words fell, although they knew the Seventh Young Master's true nature as a profiteer, quite a few disciples still took out Spirit Crystals to place their bets.
Spiritual light continuously flickered beside the gambling table, recording every transaction.
Qin Miaoyan nodded in satisfaction, secretly delighted.
I'm rich, I'm rich!
Several Deacon Elders hurried over upon hearing the news. After their gazes swept over the two figures confronting each other on the stage, a hint of surprise flashed through their eyes.
"Have these two finally started fighting? What's the reason?"
"It seems to be a spar, and Ninth Young Master was the one who proposed it."
"He proposed it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone grew even more astonished.
One was nine years old, possessed the Peach Blossom Disaster Body, and had been born bewitchingly beautiful, with the bearing to bring disaster upon the world.
She also cultivated at an astonishing pace and had just broken through to the Fourth Realm.
The Fourth Realm at nine years old—such talent could absolutely be called that of an unmatched Prodigy!
The other was five years old, with a Longevity Immortal Body and Complete Immortal Bones.
Though his constitution was exceptional and the foundation of his Immortal Bones was also superb, he had the shortcoming of cultivating slowly.
There should have been no comparison at all...
"Hmm? No, that's not right!" The Deacon Elder in charge of the Martial Arts Arena was the first to notice something amiss. He urgently said, "Look carefully at Ninth Young Master's aura."
Everyone focused their gazes and saw that although Qin Wangchuan's Immortal Bones obscured his realm—
The aura around him was solid and concentrated, even far surpassing Qin Zhaoer's.
"This aura... why do I feel like Ninth Young Master is also in the Fourth Realm?"
"Not just that! He may have even surpassed the Fourth Realm!"
Several elders exchanged looks, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Everyone knows that the Longevity Immortal Body cultivates extremely slowly." A Deacon Elder stroked his beard, his brow tightly furrowed. "Ninth Young Master is only five years old. How could he possibly..."
"Indeed, it should be impossible."
A steady voice came from behind them. Everyone turned and saw Qin Wenhe standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze resting on the small figure in the arena.
"Imperial Teacher!" The Deacon Elders hurriedly bowed.
Many of those taught by Qin Wenhe had become Emperors. He was the Qin Clan's finest teacher, so many respectfully called him the Imperial Teacher.
Qin Wenhe nodded slightly and continued, "The Longevity Immortal Body truly should not cultivate at such a speed."
"But—"
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a profound light flashed through his eyes.
"He is Qin Wangchuan."
"He has Complete Immortal Bones, was born protected by Chaos Immortal Light, and could even expose traitors within the clan through a single dream."
"No matter what happens to him, there is nothing strange about it."
For a moment, everyone fell silent.
That was right. This Ninth Young Master had been different from the moment he was born.
The Longevity Immortal Body should have cultivated slowly, yet he had shattered common sense.
Not to mention his ability to ignore cause and effect and foresee the future...
"The Imperial Teacher has taught him well," one deacon could not help flattering him.
Under ordinary circumstances, Qin Wenhe might have accepted the credit, but this time was different.
Qin Wenhe shrugged, his tone calm. "I didn't do anything."
"What?!" Everyone was dumbfounded.
"He cultivated on his own, broke through in his dreams, and even chose his own cultivation technique." Qin Wenhe spread his hands. "At most, I reminded him once when he slept... when his cultivation went awry."
The elders: "..."
Was... was that reasonable?!
Seeing their shocked expressions, Qin Wenhe chuckled. "If you don't believe me, feel free to ask him."
The elders were all startled. Their gazes swept over Qin Wangchuan's Complete Immortal Bones, and they shook their heads thoughtfully without saying more, turning their full attention to the two in the arena.
"Ninth Brother, it's not too late to admit defeat now~" Qin Zhaoer wore a pure White Veil dress, the Jade Pendant at her waist tinkling. She raised her chin, excitement glittering in her eyes. "Your sister here doesn't know how to hold back. What if I hurt you..."
Qin Wangchuan's mouth twitched, but his childish voice carried unquestionable confidence.
"Eighth Sister, please make your move."
"Hmph!" Qin Zhaoer snorted. As though afraid Qin Wangchuan would regret it, she said, "Then your sister won't hold back!"
With that, the aura of the Fourth Realm erupted from her.
At the Spirit Path Realm of the Fourth Realm, one could already draw upon Spiritual Power to strengthen the body or use Spirit Arts.
Blue light suddenly burst around the nine-year-old girl, and overflowing Spiritual Power covered her entire body.
She did not use a Spirit Art. Instead, she lightly tapped her toes and instantly appeared before Qin Wangchuan, then threw a punch.
Qin Wangchuan did not dodge. He merely tapped with his fingertip, and the character "Guard" appeared in the air.
In an instant, a dazzling Sword Light emerged from thin air—there was neither hilt nor tip, only a section of blade stretched across the void.
Clang—!
The sound of metal striking metal rang through the skies as her fierce attack was perfectly blocked by the blade that had appeared from nowhere.
"What?!" Qin Zhaoer's pupils shrank sharply. A wave of agonizing pain shot through her fist, as if she had struck ten-thousand-year black iron.
She stared in disbelief at the blade hanging in midair—it had not remained motionless after taking the blow. Instead, it trembled faintly like a real sword, dissolving the impact layer by layer until not even the slightest aftershock reached Qin Wangchuan.
"A Spirit Art?" Qin Zhaoer asked instinctively, then immediately realized.
"You're in the Fourth Realm too?!"
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