Qin Wangchuan: This Time, I'm Really Fighting Eldest Brother

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Qin Wangchuan shook his head and chuckled, "No, no, unless I have time, or the Dog System kicks in, it's just plain suicide."

As his mind raced with a jumble of thoughts, his brow furrowed once more.

"So now, an additional condition has been added to objective two: help Sixth Brother find that woman, then kill her, defeat Sixth Brother while sparing his life, and at the same time, avoid becoming enemies with Eldest Brother."

The Xu Tianluo is just the beginning.

Sixth Brother's obsession, Eldest Brother's stance, the future civil war... every link is tangled like a dead knot.

How exactly do we solve this?

As he was deep in thought, an old yet powerful voice suddenly boomed in his Divine Sense.

It's our Old Ancestor.

The Old Ancestor has issued a decree!

Although he was summoned a few times on ordinary days, it was always by order of someone else.

This time, however, they used telepathy directly.

Qin Wangchuan dared not delay, and immediately summoned his carriage, which broke through the clouds and departed.

The Longevity Tenth Heaven were completely different from the scenes he remembered.

The last time I came here, this was a plain with only one tree around.

But this time, with a single step, he stood atop a Lone Peak.

Looking down, the Cloud Sea surged beneath my feet, and all the mountains appeared as mere specks of dust.

The mountaintop is shrouded in mist, and in the distance, a thatched Thatched Hut hangs precariously above a bottomless abyss, connected to it only by a rusty iron chain bridge.

The moment he stepped onto the iron chain—the test began.

The iron chains suddenly sank, and countless dark golden runes emerged from beneath the rust, transforming into scorching chains that wrapped around his feet.

Thunder and fire from the heavens surged up from the abyss, striking directly at the top of his head.

The Dragon Scale automatically protected the body, extinguishing the lightning and fire.

But the next moment, Qin Wangchuan saw it.

I saw all living beings...

All beings suffer, all beings face hardship, all beings perish.

A ragged farmer knelt in the cracked fields, his withered hands cradling the last dead seedling.

A soldier covered in wounds sat leaning against the city wall, clutching a blood-soaked letter from home.

An elderly woman with white hair dug through the ruins with her bare hands, her fingertips bloodied and mangled, yet she still called out her grandson's name;

Countless cultivators were reduced to ashes under the Thunder Tribulation, their last moments spent gazing up at the heavens...

A pair of withered hands reached out from the abyss and gripped Qin Wangchuan's ankles tightly.

The sensation was terrifyingly real—dirt was embedded between the cracked fingernails, and dried scabs of blood had formed at the broken nails.

He was pulled so hard he staggered slightly, the iron chains beneath his feet groaning under the weight.

"Help me..."

"I don't want to die, I still have family..."

"Immortal Master... I beg you..."

The sounds piled up one after another, like a persistent, insidious infection drilling into my ears.

Qin Wangchuan could clearly feel the trembling in everyone's palms—a trembling of despair, resentment, and death.

He knew it was an illusion, of course, but it felt so real...

Suddenly, a small, blood-stained hand grabbed his wrist.

Looking up, I met a pair of tearful eyes—the eyes of a child who was no more than six or seven years old, half of whose body had been charred by lightning.

"Eldest Brother..." The child's lips moved, blood seeping from between his teeth, "I'm scared..."

Qin Wangchuan lowered his head, gazing at the child's eyes, which were blurred with tears and blood.

He slowly bent down, his fingertips gently stroking the child's blackened hair, his voice as gentle as the most reassuring promise:

"Don't be afraid."

His words were gentle, but his aura suddenly changed drastically.

"First Gear."

Golden Dao Patterns emerged from beneath the skin, moving across the entire body like living things.

The furnace within his body roared, and his boundless Blood Qi transformed into white mist that rose up, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

Before the child could react, Qin Wangchuan had already kicked out.

"Bang!"

The entire suspension bridge trembled violently, and the surrounding illusions shattered like a mirror.

The wailing beings, the burning scorched earth, the desperate cries—all turned into scattered streaks of light.

Once the dust had settled, Qin Wangchuan looked down—

I only took one step.

Ahead, on the path leading to the thatched Thatched Hut at the end, there are still hundreds or thousands of steps to go.

"Test?"

Qin Wangchuan's lips curled slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Before he could finish speaking, he had already taken a step forward without hesitation.

The iron chains trembled, clothes fluttered, and he charged forward like a sword drawn from its sheath!

Every step reveals a different scene, a different ordeal.

But he maintained a steady pace throughout, and despite countless hardships, his eyes grew ever clearer.

When they finally reached the end of the bridge, all the signs of impending doom suddenly disappeared.

The door of the Thatched Hut opened by itself without any wind, revealing a bright and open view behind it.

In stark contrast to its simple exterior, the interior is an incredibly magnificent Ancient Great Hall.

The pillars of the hall soar to the dome, and are carved with ancient scenes of Ancient People Sacrifice and Gods and Devils War, exuding a vast and ancient Dao Rhyme.

The main hall was empty, except for the central area where the figure of Old Ancestor Qin Taiyi sat upright on a simple futon.

Before him was an Illusory Chessboard outlined with Dao Patterns, and he was playing chess alone, Playing Against the Void.

Qin Wangchuan stepped into the hall, his footsteps clearly audible in the spacious environment.

He approached and stood respectfully.

Qin Taiyi did not look up; his gaze remained focused on the Chess Game, and an invisible chess piece was placed.

"Good."

The aged, calm voice uttered two words, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction.

However, Qin Taiyi immediately changed the subject, and the invisible chess piece hanging above the chessboard remained untouched.

He didn't look at Qin Wangchuan, as if he were questioning the Chess Game, or perhaps examining Qin Wangchuan's Dao heart:

"Wangchuan, do you know what your biggest weakness is?"

Before Qin Wangchuan could answer, he continued speaking to himself, his voice as still as a deep well:

"Too good!"

"You were born into the Qin Clan and raised under their wings, protected too much. You still harbor an unnecessary amount of kindness towards all living beings in this world. This is your pure heart, but also your greatest weakness on your Dao Path. Until this moment, this is what I always thought..."

The words paused slightly here, Qin Taiyi finally slowly raised his eyes, his Heterochromatic Ancient Eyes finally landing on Qin Wangchuan, carrying a very faint but genuine hint of doubt:

"... But just now, when you made your move, you didn't seem to hesitate at all?"

This was indeed beyond his expectations.

That vivid and realistic portrayal of the suffering of all beings the Softest Part of the Human Heart.

Based on his past understanding of this junior, even if Qin Wangchuan eventually succeeds in understanding, he will inevitably experience an internal struggle, and his actions will be somewhat hesitant.

While his words of comfort to the child were gentle, his resolve and actions were ruthless and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Faced with the Old Ancestor's question, Qin Wangchuan's gaze was calm, and he nodded in direct agreement:

Yes, without hesitation.

"Because," his voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable firmness, "I have things I must do."

Qin Taiyi looked at him quietly, an invisible pressure filling the empty hall, signaling him to continue.

Qin Wangchuan met the Old Ancestor's gaze, his tone resolute, his Dao heart as clear as a mirror:

"Anyone who obstructs my path, whether true or false, good or evil, will be kicked away with a single kick."

"Since it has already been identified as an obstacle, He Laiyouyu?"