The Longevity Immortal Body shouldn't be that heaven-defying, but he is Qin Wangchuan

"What? You want to spar with me?"

Upon hearing Qin Wangchuan's challenge, Qin Zhaoer was stunned for a moment. Then, the corners of her mouth curled upward uncontrollably, and a flash of wild joy crossed her eyes.

It was common knowledge to everyone that the Longevity Immortal Body had an incredibly slow cultivation speed.

Her ninth younger brother was only five years old. Not only did she possess a Saint Body, but she was also much older than him.

Usually, she had to hold back because of the Old Ancestor, forced to swallow her pride even when she felt slighted.

But now, he had actually delivered himself to her doorstep.

Wasn't this just begging to be beaten up?

What a stroke of luck!

"Fine! You said it yourself!" Fearing that Qin Wangchuan might go back on his word, she immediately agreed loudly and even extended her pinky finger. "Come on, pinky swear! Whoever backs out is a dog!"

Qin Wangchuan sighed helplessly and had no choice but to hook his finger with hers.

Qin Zhaoer chuckled to herself, Just wait until I beat you until you're crying for your parents!

News of the two sparring spread quickly.

The Seventh Young Master, Qin Miaoyan—Qin Zhaoer's older sister—rushed to the Martial Arts Arena as if she were riding on wheels of fire the moment she heard the rumors.

Her fox-like eyes darted around, and her lips curled into an excited arc. Even her breathing carried the joyful energy of someone who had just spotted a chance to strike it rich.

"The betting is open! The betting is open!" Qin Miaoyan shouted, her abacus clicking as she gave it a sharp flick.

With a flicker of spiritual light, a gilded gambling table appeared out of thin air outside the Martial Arts Arena.

"Ninth Brother wins, 1 to 2 payout! Eighth Sister wins, 1 to 1.5 payout!" She tapped her fingertips, and two lines of gold-embossed characters 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. Place your bets, no take-backs!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding disciples gathered around. Some whispered, "The Seventh Young Master is at it again. Last time, when the Eldest Young Master fought the Fourth Young Master, the Fourth Young Master won, and I lost a hundred bottles of Spirit Marrow."

"Me too! It was obvious the Eldest Young Master was stronger; I suspect there was something fishy going on!"

Qin Miaoyan turned a deaf ear to them, merely smiling as she fiddled with her abacus. Her gaze swept through the crowd, as if she could already see the wealth rolling in.

"Rare opportunity, you won't get another chance like this~" Her voice was sweet and syrupy, yet carried an irresistible allure. "Think carefully before you bet. After all, Ninth Brother might not necessarily lose. He is, after all, the Qilin Child favored by the Old Ancestor himself."

As her voice faded, even though they knew the Seventh Young Master's profiteering nature, many disciples still took out Spirit Crystals to place their bets.

The spiritual light beside the gambling table flickered constantly, recording every transaction.

Qin Miaoyan nodded with satisfaction, secretly delighted:

I'm going to be rich! I'm going to be rich!

Several Deacon Elders hurried over upon hearing the news. Their gazes swept across the two figures confronting each other on the stage, and a flash of surprise crossed their eyes.

"So these two have finally started fighting? What's the reason?"

"It seems to be a sparring match, and it was the Ninth Young Master who initiated it."

"He initiated it?"

Hearing this, the crowd grew even more astonished.

One was nine years old, possessing the Peach Blossom Disaster Body—naturally bewitching and possessing the potential to bring calamity to the world.

His cultivation speed was also extremely fast; he had just broken through to the Fourth Realm.

A Fourth Realm cultivator at nine years old—this talent could truly be called peerless!

The other was five years old, possessing the Longevity Immortal Body and a full set of Immortal Bones.

Although his constitution was excellent and his foundation of Immortal Bones was superb, he suffered from the drawback of slow cultivation speed.

There shouldn't be any comparison between them...

"Hm? No, that's not right!" The Deacon Elder in charge of the Martial Arts Arena was the first to notice something amiss. He said urgently, "Look closely at the aura surrounding the Ninth Young Master."

The crowd focused their gazes. Although Qin Wangchuan's cultivation realm was obscured by his Immortal Bones, the aura around him was solid, even far surpassing that of Qin Zhaoer.

"This aura... why do I feel like the Ninth Young Master is also in the Fourth Realm?"

"It's more than that! He might even be beyond the Fourth Realm!"

The several elders looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Everyone knows the cultivation speed of the Longevity Immortal Body is extremely slow." One Deacon Elder stroked his beard, his brows locked in a tight frown. "The Ninth Young Master is only five years old, how is this possible..."

"It is indeed impossible."

A steady voice came from behind them. The group turned around to see Qin Wenhe standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the small figure in the arena.

"Imperial Teacher!" The several Deacon Elders hurriedly bowed.

Many had become emperors under Qin Wenhe's tutelage; he was the best teacher in the Qin Clan, which is why many honored him with the title of Imperial Teacher.

Qin Wenhe nodded slightly and continued, "The Longevity Immortal Body should indeed not possess this kind of cultivation speed."

"However—"

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a profound light flashed in his eyes.

"He is Qin Wangchuan, after all."

"With an Immortal Bone throughout his entire body, naturally protected by Chaos Immortal Light, he even managed to root out a traitor in the clan just from a dream."

"No matter what happens to him, it is never a surprise."

Hearing this, the crowd fell silent for a moment.

Indeed, this Ninth Young Master had been extraordinary since the day he was born.

The Longevity Immortal Body was supposed to be slow to cultivate, yet he had shattered that common knowledge.

Not to mention his ability to ignore causality and foresee the future...

"It is all thanks to the Imperial Teacher's excellent guidance," one deacon couldn't help but flatter.

Under normal circumstances, he might have accepted the credit, but this time was different.

Qin Wenhe shrugged, his tone indifferent: "I didn't do anything."

"What?!" The crowd was stunned.

"He cultivated on his own, broke through in his dreams, and even chose his own cultivation techniques," Qin Wenhe spread his hands. "The most I did was offer a reminder when he was sleeping... or when his cultivation went awry."

The elders: "..."

This... is this reasonable?!

Qin Wenhe looked at their shocked expressions and chuckled: "If you don't believe me, you are welcome to go and ask him."

The elders were all startled. Their gazes swept over Qin Wangchuan's Immortal Bone, and they shook their heads thoughtfully, saying no more as they turned their focus back to the two people in the arena.

"Ninth Brother, it's not too late to admit defeat now~" Qin Zhaoer wore a dress of pure white gauze, her jade pendant jingling at her waist. She lifted her chin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Your sister doesn't know how to hold back. If I accidentally hurt you..."

Qin Wangchuan's mouth twitched, but his youthful voice carried an unquestionable confidence:

"Eighth Sister, please feel free to attack."

"Hmph!" Qin Zhaoer let out a cold snort, as if afraid Qin Wangchuan would go back on his word: "Then I won't be polite!"

With that, the aura of the Fourth Realm erupted from her.

The Fourth Realm, the Spirit Path Realm, allowed one to channel spiritual power to strengthen themselves or use "Spirit Arts."

A blue light suddenly burst forth from the nine-year-old girl, with spiritual power overflowing to cover her entire body.

She didn't use any arts, but instead tapped her toes, instantly appearing in front of Qin Wangchuan before throwing a punch.

Seeing this, Qin Wangchuan did not dodge. Instead, he tapped his fingertip, and the character "Defend" appeared in the void.

In an instant, a brilliant flash of sword light emerged from thin air—it had no hilt and no tip, only a segment of a blade suspended across the void.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang through the heavens. The thunderous assault was perfectly blocked by this blade that had appeared out of nowhere.

"What?!" Qin Zhaoer's pupils constricted sharply. A piercing pain shot through her fist, as if she had struck ten-thousand-year-old black iron.

She stared in disbelief at the blade hovering in the air. After the impact, it did not remain still; instead, it vibrated slightly like a real sword, neutralizing the force layer by layer until not even a ripple of the shockwave reached Qin Wangchuan.

"Is this a Spirit Art?" Qin Zhaoer asked instinctively, before immediately realizing:

"You are also in the Fourth Realm?!"