My Dao Is Not Solitary, Our Dao

Qin Wangchuan tapped his finger lightly on the table, signaling him to continue.

Qin Ming's eyes burned with fervor, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement. "This disciple is proud of the Qin Clan bloodline. Whenever I think of the glory of my ancestors, I feel my blood boil!"

"But what excites this disciple even more is His Highness Divine Son's Dao Path of 'spreading the Dharma throughout the heavens, and all streams returning to their source'!"

He took a deep breath and continued, "However, when I studied the Chuanliu Pavilion's techniques, I discovered that these methods are too profound and obscure; ordinary people could not even grasp their basics in a lifetime. If we always stick to the original form, I'm afraid... it will be difficult to truly realize the vision of spreading the Dao throughout the heavens."

"That is why I dared to make a pact with the Mad Daoist of Dragon Mouth City." Qin Ming's voice gradually became firm. "He will be responsible for simplifying the cultivation method to make it easier to spread; I will ensure that the simplified method does not deviate from its original purpose."

"This action was indeed wrong, and I am willing to accept the punishment. However, on the other hand, I believe—"

Qin Ming raised his head, his gaze piercing. "The Qin Clan's journey should not end here. Our Dao Lineage should spread further and illuminate wider!"

Qin Wangchuan sat quietly in the shadows, letting Qin Ming speak eloquently, without uttering a single word.

Ye Jianwei turned her head, a barely perceptible smile curving her eyes beneath the White Veil.

Perhaps no one present could discern anything beneath that calm exterior.

But she could clearly sense that her Young Master was in a rather good mood at the moment.

Qin Ming became more and more excited as he spoke, and unconsciously straightened up, gesturing a magnificent arc in the air with his hands:

"The Myriad Realms are but a beginning, and the heavens are by no means the end!" His eyes seemed to reflect a dazzling galaxy. "Our Qin Clan shall begin with the Three Thousand Provinces, and one day, we will bring Foreign Lands into the Qin Domain, traverse the boundless Star Sea, and reach that unparalleled Other Shore!"

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere remained still for a while.

Qin Ming suddenly realized that he had lost his composure in front of the Divine Son, and hurriedly knelt down. "This disciple has been disrespectful!"

Silence returned to the Private Room, with only his rapid breathing echoing in the background.

Qin Wangchuan sat quietly in the shadows, listening to Qin Ming's impassioned speech. His eyes, like molten gold, remained calm and unwavering, revealing no trace of his inner thoughts.

After a long silence, when Qin Ming was almost suffocating from the Deathly Stillness, he finally spoke softly:

"Summon that Mad Daoist."

Qin Ming was stunned. Before he could react, he was sent to the door by an irresistible force.

The door closed silently, cutting off all his unfinished words.

"No... I said so much, and this is all you replied to?" Qin Ming stood outside the tightly closed door, subconsciously raising his hand to knock again, his fingertips hovering in mid-air, but ultimately falling limply to the ground.

He couldn't fathom the thoughts of this His Highness Divine Son at all.

How much of what he said about the Lineage's future had he actually taken to heart? Did he agree, or did he find it laughable? Would he be met with praise or furious wrath?

"This is terrifying..." Qin Ming stared at the door, muttering to himself with a wry smile.

Standing before this His Highness, he felt as if he were on the edge of an abyss, completely unable to predict whether his next step would lead to meteoric success or Myriad Tribulations.

However, it seems that, at least for the time being, there is no intention to pursue the matter of him acting on his own initiative.

After Qin Ming left, silence returned to the Private Room.

Qin Wangchuan did not speak immediately. His fingertips tapped lightly on the table unconsciously, his gaze drifting to the bustling street scene outside the window, yet seemingly looking towards a more distant place.

Ye Jianwei stepped forward, picked up the slightly cool teapot with her delicate hands, and refilled his cup with hot tea.

Her movements were gentle and precise, as quiet as a shadow, yet they exuded meticulous care in every detail.

After a long silence, Qin Wangchuan asked softly without turning his head, "What do you think?"

Ye Jianwei. Although she couldn't see clearly through the White Veil, she seemed to be able to clearly "see" the ripples in her Young Master's heart at this moment.

She smiled slightly and whispered four words:

"My Dao Is Not Solitary."

"That's right," Qin Wangchuan continued, his voice tinged with solemnity, "My Dao Is Not Solitary."

"I have always thought that 'all dharma returns to its source' is just an unrealistic delusion of mine. Unexpectedly... in this remote branch, there are actually people who have the same idea." He paused, with a hint of emotion in his tone, "And it seems that there may be quite a few such people."

"I don't know when it started, but my path has been recognized by others."

"This is no longer my own path, but—'our path'."

After saying that, Qin Wangchuan looked up and gazed at the sky outside the window.

At that moment, his gaze seemed to pierce through the thick clouds, through the World Barrier of this world, and into the vast, boundless, and shimmering Star Sea stars.

"He's right, we shouldn't stop here. Now, with Ten Heads standing side by side, the Qin Clan seems to have a deep foundation and a vast territory, but..." the young Divine Son murmured to himself, then slowly shook his head, his tone becoming incredibly firm, "It's not enough."

Fingertips traced the air, the voice calm yet firm:

"The territory of my Qin Clan is not only what can be seen, but also what cannot be seen."

"Beyond this Foreign Lands lies Star Sea, and beyond that Star Sea lies the heavens. That heaven should belong to the Qin Clan."

Ye Jianwei listened quietly, her face beneath the White Veil as serene as still water.

Although she was not of Qin blood, she had long since taken Qin Wangchuan's path as her own.

If the Qin Clan's territory truly spans all the heavens, the Young Master will surely be pleased.

Thinking of this, Ye Jianwei walked to the window, raised her hand and pointed to the Heaven-Reaching Pillar that pierced through the heavens and earth:

"What you say is certainly true, Young Master, but the Foreign Lands are too vast, and the Star Sea are too far away."

"How about we start with this Heaven-Reaching Pillar right in front of us?"

Of course, she had her own ideas.

"The Heaven-Reaching Pillar pierces through the Three Realms and connects the Three Thousand Dao Provinces."

"By taking down this pillar, the Qin Clan's will can reach any prefecture."

Qin Wangchuan looked in the direction she pointed, then frowned slightly.

This idea is certainly good, but it's not like no one has tried it over the years.

As an ancient clan, the Tongtian Family's foundation is permanent neutrality.

"It's a tough nut to crack."

"Right now, let's deal with the issue of the altered Daoist scriptures being circulated outside the official channels."