Should I ask Master first? All right, ask him.

Qin Wangchuan's words were not loud, but they carried immense weight, striking Jiang Yan's heart like a tidal wave.

'Forging all techniques... creating one's own path...'

He repeatedly pondered these eight words in his heart, and with each recitation, his heart sank a little lower.

An unprecedented sense of shock and bewilderment gripped him.

'This is... Prodigy from the Upper Realm... completely from a different dimension!'

While one is still struggling and seeking within the circles defined by predecessors, even overjoyed to obtain a copy of a high-level cultivation technique.

The person before me had already casually embarked on the path of creating his own martial arts techniques.

It's not just a simple creation!

Rather, it is a journey of forging a new path by refining all methods!

In Jiang Yan's past understanding, the so-called "people from the Upper Realm" were high and mighty.

They simply took advantage of the abundant Spiritual Qi and rich resources.

Even with profound cultivation and mysterious techniques, one ultimately remains within the category of "cultivator".

But the Green Robe Youth before him revealed to him for the first time a true chasm—not the distance between the foot of the mountain and the summit, but the essential difference between the person in the painting and the artist.

What a realm of vision and spirit this is!

'If Upper Realm people were like my Eldest Brother...?' This thought popped into Jiang Yan's mind, then he shook his head.

'No, impossible. The previous Crown Prince Xiao was also from the Upper Realm, yet he didn't have this feeling.'

'So, my Eldest Brother is also one of the best among the Prodigy of the Upper Realm?'

'A mere Talisman Cultivator?'

He didn't look down on Talisman Cultivator; he just felt that the Talisman Dao was difficult, with very few reaching the top.

Just as Jiang Yan was lost in thought, Qin Wangchuan picked up a book and continued reading. As if suddenly remembering something, he casually asked, "By the way, have you felt anything... extra in your body these past few days?"

"What's extra?" Jiang Yan, recovering from his earlier shock, was taken aback by this seemingly nonsensical question.

He carefully examined himself, and found that his Qi Sea, meridians, and Divine Soul were all functioning smoothly without any abnormalities.

However, out of respect and trust for Qin Wangchuan, he still began to circulate his internal energy and carefully examine himself.

The Spiritual Power flowed slowly throughout his body, not missing any subtle changes.

After a moment, Jiang Yan suppressed his aura, shook his head firmly, and looked slightly puzzled. "No. Eldest Brother, I don't feel anything unusual."

"I see."

Qin Wangchuan nodded, his tone remaining calm, revealing neither disappointment nor understanding.

Jiang Yan couldn't detect it, but he felt it very clearly.

When Xiao Duantian died, a tiny wisp of 'qi' entered his body.

Without a doubt, that is Qi Yun.

Just as I thought, Qi Yun won't disappear; it will only shift.

'When the Son of Luck dies, should their fortune be divided equally among those around them, or equally among the other Son of Luck?'

While pondering, Qin Wangchuan concluded that the latter was more likely.

If that's the case, then a certain situation will arise.

As the Son of Luck die one after another, the remaining people will rapidly grow stronger even if they do nothing.

'Indeed, as the Old Ancestor said, this calamity is no simple matter.'

I'll think about it.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over Jiang Yan again, noticing the unique traces of Thunder Spirit Power emanating from him.

This reminded him of three days ago, when, under that colossal, all-encompassing hand, the boy was covered in blood, his veins bulging, purple lightning patterns appearing beneath his skin, transforming into a resolute figure that shot into the sky like a pillar of light.

"What kind of technique was that Divine Ability you used earlier? May I borrow it to take a look?" Qin Wangchuan asked again.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan's expression instantly became somewhat unnatural, and his cheeks, which had been slightly flushed from the shock, cooled down.

If it were his own property, he would not hesitate to give it to him, let alone borrow it.

But this Mysterious Thunder Divine Ability was taught by the Thunder Master in Tower; it was a sect inheritance. How could he make such a decision on his own?

His mind raced as he weighed his words.

Having witnessed Qin Wangchuan's ability to decide life and death with a smile and Ye Jianwei's ability to crush the Crown Prince of Upper Realm with a single kick, he knew that these two had incredibly Tongtian backgrounds and unfathomable strength, and were absolutely not to be offended.

On the other hand, the teacher's kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and the rules of the sect cannot be abandoned. Jiang Yan is by no means an ungrateful wretch who would betray his teacher and ancestors.

After much hesitation, he finally chose to tell the truth, but his tone became more cautious, filled with obvious apology and caution:

"Eldest Brother, Non-Self unwilling. It's just... the Profound Mysterious Thunder Divine Ability and Mysterious Thunder True Body I used before were unique Secret Method taught to me by one of my masters. I need to consult him first."

"If he's willing, that would be wonderful; but if he's not willing... well, then I'm afraid..."

As he finished speaking, his voice trailed off, and he seemed hesitant to look Qin Wangchuan in the eye, fearing he might offend him.

To his surprise, Qin Wangchuan didn't get angry, not even frowning. He simply nodded and uttered a single word. "Okay."

This reaction made Jiang Yan secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

He immediately said, "Then I'll go discuss it with my master right away, and I'll come back to report to my Eldest Brother in a quarter of an hour!"

This was obviously just an excuse.

He couldn't very well send his Divine Sense into his body to communicate with his master in the tower in front of Qin Wangchuan.

That was his greatest asset.

You must not tell even your relatives, or you will surely be killed!

We need to find a secluded place to properly discuss this matter with the masters.

However, just as he turned around, before he had even stepped out of the Guanyun Pavilion, Qin Wangchuan's voice rang out from behind him again, carrying a hint of knowing amusement.

"A quarter of an hour?"

Those three simple words made Jiang Yan freeze instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he felt an indescribable and irresistible force envelop him.

This force was not tyrannical, but carried a supreme sense of rule, as if its Law Follows Words.

He felt something deep within his body, something closely connected to the Origin Source his soul, being gently yet domineeringly "peeled" out by this force!

He turned around in astonishment, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Qin Wangchuan remained languidly reclining on the soft couch, his posture unchanged.

On his outstretched palm, a delicate seven-story Little Pagoda, its entire body swirling with Chaos Aura, floated quietly, emitting a faint glow.

Jiang Yan knew the appearance of that Little Pagoda all too well.

It was that Secret Treasure that accompanied him day and night, changing his destiny!

"Your master is in here, isn't he?" Qin Wangchuan looked down at the Little Pagoda in his palm, his tone as calm as if stating a perfectly obvious fact.

Then, he frowned slightly, as if somewhat disgusted, and added,

"They've been chattering away since I walked in, it's so noisy."

"..."

Jiang Yan froze on the spot, his mouth agape, but no sound came out.

He felt his mind freeze. His greatest secret, his deepest reliance, had been so casually taken from his body?

This was completely beyond his comprehension!

And that exquisite Little Pagoda was trembling slightly in Qin Wangchuan's palm.

The chaotic light that had been flowing across the tower seemed to dim slightly. Inside, the masters, who were usually dignified, lively, or talkative, fell silent, their voices abruptly cut Deathly Stillness, as still as Myriad Ages ice.

An indescribable, instinctive fear, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed every Remnant Soul within the tower.

'Who exactly is this kid?'

"Holy crap, it's not a tall mountain that's come, it's Buzhou Mountain!"

'Is he really from Middle Thousand Provinces?'