A New Sword at His Side, the Grand Era's Overall Situation

Once Li Qingluan had completely calmed down and her breathing had become even, Qin Wangchuan gently released her.

He turned around and began to tidy up the items scattered in the Quiet Room, mainly a few personal Law Treasure and elixirs.

The boy's movements were natural and casual, poetic and picturesque, captivating her.

But as his hand reached for the Iron Sword lying quietly on the ground, covered in fine cracks, Li Qingluan, who had been silently watching him, suddenly spoke:

"What is that?" Her gaze fell on the Iron Sword, a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

The sword looked too ordinary, even somewhat worn, and was out of place with Qin Wangchuan's identity and the items he used.

Qin Wangchuan's outstretched hand paused almost imperceptibly.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead gently picked up the sword, his fingertips tracing its rough blade as if touching a fragile treasure. A brief silence filled the Quiet Room.

"An old friend." He finally spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet carrying an indescribable heaviness.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingluan smiled and said, "An old friend? Who talks about a sword like that?"

"Besides, this Sword Spirit, is made of ordinary materials, and doesn't even have a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation. It doesn't look like it has Sword Spirit at all." As Sword Cultivator, she has an extremely keen sense of swords.

Qin Wangchuan carefully sheathed his Iron Sword, raised his head, and looked at Li Qingluan with deep eyes, as if he could see the distant future through her.

He shook his head gently, his tone carrying a lighthearted smile:

"Not now, but it will be in the future."

"Really?" Li Qingluan raised an eyebrow, her tone full of doubt.

For a piece of Mortal Iron devoid of any spirit to give birth to Sword Spirit is as incredible as a stubborn rock blossoming.

After a moment's thought, she suggested with a hint of seriousness, "If you lack a good sword, I can find one for you. While I wouldn't dare say it's peerless, it's certainly no ordinary piece."

Qin Wangchuan simply shook his head slightly upon hearing this.

"No need." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination. "From now on, it will be my personal sword."

"Royal?" Li Qingluan caught the solemnity in the word and suddenly laughed out loud, asking in return.

Qin Wangchuan did not explain immediately, but instead took out another sword from his storage Law Treasure.

The sword was long and slender, with a restrained luster; it was the very "Guluan" sword that Li Qingluan had given him.

With a flick of his finger, the Guluan Sword transformed into a streak of light, flying steadily toward Li Qingluan.

"This sword should be returned to its rightful owner." Qin Wangchuan's voice carried a hint of regret. "Rather than letting it gather dust with me, it is better to return it to your hands, so that its brilliance may not be wasted."

The simulation didn't mention where Guluan went, so returning her now would be the best course of action.

Li Qingluan instinctively reached out and caught the Guluan Sword.

However, the moment her fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, something unexpected happened!

The Guluan Sword emitted a clear, melodious hum, as if it possessed its own will, trembling slightly as if trying to break free from her control and float closer to Qin Wangchuan.

A faint, almost imperceptible, spiritual glow emanated from the sword's blade—clearly a sign of the nascent Sword Spirit!

A faint yet clear thought, like the chirping of a newborn bird, intermittently entered her Sea of Consciousness:

"Put... back... I want... Master..."

Li Qingluan reacted swiftly, her fingers tightening, and a gentle yet irresistible Spiritual Power instantly calmed the Leaping Sword Spirit.

She raised her eyes, her gaze complex as she looked at Qin Wangchuan:

"It has begun to develop sentience; given time, it will surely become a great help. You... do you really want to return it to me?"

Qin Wangchuan looked at the Guluan, full of spirit and struggling to break free, his gaze unwavering, still repeating the same words:

"Hmm. Rather than letting it gather dust with me, it's better to return it to its rightful owner."

"This will be my sword from now on," he said, patting the Iron Sword.

Seeing that Qin Wangchuan was resolute, Li Qingluan did not press the matter further.

"Royal?" She steered the conversation back to the beginning, her eyes slightly upturned, a hint of mockery in them. "Why do you make it sound like Lower Realm emperor choosing a concubine, with one being given exclusive favor?"

"Yes, for personal use." Qin Wangchuan nodded in confirmation, his expression calm. "Actually..."

"It's not that it's impossible for me to become emperor."

This slightly exaggerated statement contrasted subtly with his serious demeanor. After a moment of silence, the two looked at each other and chuckled softly in unison.

The tense atmosphere from before dissipated somewhat amidst the lighthearted laughter.

As the two stepped out of the Qin Clan Flying Ship side by side, the Flying Ship of the Wen Dao Palace was already quietly hovering outside.

Upon seeing him appear, the group, led by Yin Qiyue, immediately bowed in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized:

"Greetings, Young Master!"

As Yin Qiyue bent down, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

They rushed from Middle Thousand Provinces all the way to Heaven Above Heaven, but encountered spatial turbulence along the way and were suppressed by the Principle of this realm, ultimately arriving a step too late.

Furthermore, due to the restrictions of the Heaven Above Heaven Principle, only a very small number of people can stand here.

The Ten Directions Immortal Court is inherently hostile to people from the Lower Thousand Provinces and Middle Thousand Provinces, and Yin Qiyue only stands here because she received Law Treasure from the Patriarch.

Fortunately, Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over everyone without revealing any reproach. He simply asked calmly:

What are the casualties?

"Reporting to Young Master," Yin Qiyue quickly replied, "A few disciples suffered minor injuries, but no one has perished."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly and instructed his attendants to bestow healing pills upon him.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, he suddenly raised his voice and called out an unfamiliar name:

"Meng Yu!"

The people from the Wen Dao Palace looked at each other, all completely bewildered—who was Meng Yu?

However, the Brother Hei standing at the back of the crowd, with a bandage wrapped around his arm, suddenly raised his head.

Qin Wangchuan looked at him meaningfully, a faint smile playing on his lips:

How was the trip?

In an instant, all eyes were fixed on the Brother Hei. His companion stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Brother Hei, your name is Meng Yu?!"

Wow, I never knew you had such a proper name!

"Exactly, he's so dark-skinned, he looks like a bandit."

"If he's ruthless, he'll be even more ruthless. Remember his name, Brother Hei."

Meng Yu's dark face, tanned from everyone's comments, flushed slightly. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Indeed... I've gained something."

"A little something?" A lean disciple with sharp eyes reached out and pulled two bulging Storage Bag from his waist. "Where did these come from? Goodness, they're quite heavy!"

Another mischievous fellow, who had somehow acquired a brocade pouch embroidered with mandarin ducks, was waving it around, saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, wow, Brother Hei, I knew you'd hide the best stuff in your crotch!"

"Give me back my crotch!" Meng Yu looked down and touched his crotch. Sure enough, the Storage Bag hidden there had disappeared. He was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

They pounced on it to grab it, and the scene immediately erupted in laughter and chaos.