Jiang Yan, Lost in a Storybook

The moment Qin Wangchuan finished speaking, a powerful aura rushed out from Heaven-Reaching Tower Babel.

"Who dares to cause trouble here!"

A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes strode out with several attendants, his face grim.

When he saw Leader He's headless corpse on the ground, his pupils contracted sharply, and he glared angrily at Qin Wangchuan: "Who are you? Why are you committing violence on my He Family's territory?"

Qin Wangchuan calmly swept his gaze over the person approaching. "State your name."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "I am He, a steward of the He Family..."

"Not high enough level," Qin Wangchuan interrupted directly. "Go and call the Tongtian Family here."

Third Elder's face immediately turned ugly. "You are far too arrogant! Do you think you can just see the Tongtian Family's leaders as you please?"

Qin Wangchuan's tone remained unchanged. "If your level isn't high enough, report it up the chain of command. I'm waiting."

These words were spoken as if they were a matter of course, as if he were instructing his own servant.

The steward was furious, but dared not act rashly—someone who could instantly kill Tenth Realm Expert was no ordinary Prodigy; he must have Great Power behind him!

After considering the gains and losses, he still went back to report.

"Instead of going with them, we'll have them come over."

"Is the Wen Dao Palace... really that powerful?"

Jiang Yan listened from the side, a sense of curiosity growing in his heart about the Wen Dao Palace to which his Eldest Brother belonged.

However, the several masters within his body were secretly communicating:

"What a load of rubbish about the Wen Dao Palace!"

"This kid is truly from Middle Thousand Provinces, I'll eat shit!"

"I'll eat too! This style, this attitude, it's clearly the style of those Aristocratic Clan scions from the Upper Realm!"

A moment later, an even more powerful aura descended.

An elderly man dressed in the Tongtian Family robes walked slowly, followed by two teams of elite guards.

"Who wants to see my Tongtian Family?" The old man's gaze was like lightning, fixed on Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at him and shook his head slightly. "Still not enough. Go find someone who can make the decisions."

The old man's face darkened. The Tongtian Family was a prominent clan that ranked among the top in the Three Thousand Provinces.

Furthermore, given his high status at home, how could he have ever been treated with such contempt?

Seeing the other party's extraordinary demeanor, he suppressed his anger and said, "Fellow Daoist has caused such a disgraceful incident here. Even if I were to report it, I would need a reason, wouldn't I? Perhaps... I can resolve this?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Wangchuan casually raised his hand.

Ye Jianwei understood and took out a token, tossing it over.

The token was entirely black, with only one powerful ancient character engraved on it—Qin!

The old man initially accepted the token without much thought, but his expression changed drastically the moment he saw the words on it.

His expression underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant, from confusion to shock, and then to fear. He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"This! This is!" The old man's voice trembled as he hurriedly bowed, "I was blind and didn't know it was..."

Just as he was about to reveal the crucial information, Qin Wangchuan coughed lightly twice at the opportune moment.

The old man immediately understood, swallowed the address that was about to come out, and instead said respectfully, "I didn't know you were Esteemed Guest. Please forgive my rudeness!"

He turned to his attendants and shouted sternly, "Hurry up and offer our Esteemed Guest a seat! Serve him the best tea!"

This unexpected turn of events stunned everyone.

The disciples accompanying the Tongtian Family had never seen their master so out of control. They looked at each other in bewilderment, but dared not ask any questions. They could only respectfully bring over chairs and carefully serve him from the side.

Jiang Yan was also invited to a seat, experiencing the feeling of being "a superior person" for the first time in his life.

He sat down somewhat awkwardly, and shifted uncomfortably when he felt the respectful gazes directed at him from all around.

I felt extremely uncomfortable.

Turning to look at his Eldest Brother, he found him to be completely at ease.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Jiang Yan abruptly asked, "Eldest Brother, what was it that you said you wanted me to do?"

Qin Wangchuan picked up his teacup, gently blew on the tea foam, and gazed into the distance:

"Get stronger, then conquer Middle Thousand Provinces."

Jiang Yan blinked, pointed to his nose, and said, "Eldest Brother, I didn't hear wrong, did I? You just said... 'conquer Middle Thousand Provinces '?"

Qin Wangchuan nodded. "I heard you right."

"You mean me? Me... who shattered Middle Thousand Provinces?" Jiang Yan confirmed again, poking his chest with his finger. "Me, a mere Seventh Realm cultivator?"

"That's right."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan relaxed and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, you heard me right, it was a joke. Eldest Brother, you really know how to make people happy."

He leaned closer and lowered his voice. "To be honest, for a second I thought it was real, thank goodness it was a joke..."

However, Qin Wangchuan just looked at him quietly, without a trace of a smile on his lips, his eyes so calm it was unsettling.

Jiang Yan's smile gradually froze on his face, and his voice grew softer and softer. "... Not a joke?"

He couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped up from his chair so hard he almost knocked it over. "You're really not kidding?!"

Do I look like I'm joking?

Jiang Yan started pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, frantically scratching her hair as she went, turning her once neat bun into a bird's nest.

"Eldest Brother, look at my current level!" He cried, his voice barely audible. "Forget about breaking through Middle Thousand Provinces, I'm the weakest among all those who ascended with me just now! You didn't see the way they looked at me at the beginning..."

He mimicked the arrogant expressions of those Prodigy, and in a high-pitched voice, he said, "'Oh, someone so weak dares to ascend? Could it be that you hid in some senior's sleeve and snuck up here?'"

"Someone like me could conquer Middle Thousand Provinces? People would laugh at me if they told them, no way!" Jiang Yan shook his head as he spoke.

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly; of course he understood.

According to the original trajectory, Jiang Yan, this Son of Luck, should have spent more time cultivating himself in the Lower Realm.

Doing this now is tantamount to throwing a small fish that hasn't even grown up into the deep sea.

What seems like a suicidal act--

But don't forget, he is the Son of Luck.

The greater the adversity, the more the potential of the Son of Luck will be unleashed.

The pressure that is as deep as an abyss can often give birth to the most brilliant light.

"Actually, we don't need to conquer the entire Daozhou." Qin Wangchuan took a sip of tea. "We only need to defeat a few people. I don't know exactly how many, but I'm sure they are all top talents from their respective fields."

He put down his teacup and looked at Jiang Yan: "As for you, I have a way."

Jiang Yan listened, then suddenly realized something, tilted his head and looked over, his eyes full of suspicion. "Eldest Brother, you're so strong, why aren't you making a move?"

He leaned closer and asked mysteriously, "Could it be... that you have some hidden ailment that prevents you from fighting? Or are you playing some kind of 'behind-the-scenes boss grooming a successor' game?"

As he spoke, Jiang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he became excited, tapping his chest repeatedly with his finger:

"Wait, wait, wait! Could it be... I'm the Son of Destiny? That's what they always write in those stories! A reclusive master finds a down-on-his-luck youth and tells him he possesses unparalleled bloodline and will one day save the world..."

As he spoke, he turned around to take off his clothes. "Eldest Brother, take a look, do I have a Dragon Form birthmark on my back?"