A Shallow Ideal Did Not Deserve to Ascend to Heaven

Seeing this, Jiang Yan called out in fear, "Eldest Brother..."

Feng Qingjue's strength is undeniable. Although her Eldest Brother is very strong, it's really hard to say who would win if the two of them fought.

Qin Wangchuan landed on the arena with great interest, sensing the immense Qi Yun flowing around Feng Qingjue, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

"I see."

"This is... Qi Yun..."

It was this accumulated Qi Yun that made Feng Qingjue the Unseen her special nature and understand that this tribulation was destined for her.

Only by overcoming this tribulation can she achieve her future.

In other words...

"I became her stepping stone?" Qin Wangchuan thought, shaking his head and chuckling softly.

"Alright."

Qin Wangchuan reached out and picked up Jiujiu from his shoulder, handing her to Ye Jianwei beside him.

"Jiujiu?" The little guy tilted his head, his tiny eyes full of confusion.

Ye Jianwei held it in her hands and whispered, "It will be ready soon."

Before everyone could see anything, Qin Wangchuan's figure appeared at the edge of the arena.

When Feng Qingjue saw Qin Wangchuan, the light in her eyes became even more intense.

She stepped forward and solemnly extended her hand. "Come, one day, come with me to heaven!"

I must say, this person is quite interesting.

Qin Wangchuan slowly stepped onto the arena, not immediately making a move, but quietly observing her, and asked a question:

Why do you want to go to heaven?

Throughout history, there have been many who have defied the will of Heaven, but they have all failed.

Feng Qingjue was one of them.

It's just unknown whether she's related to the future destruction of the Immortal Court.

Upon hearing Feng Qingjue's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He withdrew his hand and stood proudly.

She raised her finger to the sky, her voice clear and firm, echoing in all directions:

"Why? Does it need a reason?"

"Just as water flows downhill, and the sun, moon, and stars rise in the east and set in the west, this is the natural law of the universe."

Her tone suddenly rose, carrying a hint of suppressed resentment and defiance:

"What I really want to ask is, why?! Why are those Immortal Court Celestial Person born to reside high in the heavens, looking down upon the mortal world? Why are we cultivators, and indeed all living beings under heaven, destined to grovel on the earth generation after generation, dependent on their breath and subject to their rules?"

"I want to go up there and see what it's like above the clouds! I want to use my own two feet to shatter this predetermined order of life!"

"Everyone says this day is unsuitable, but I, Feng Qingjue —am going to do it!"

Her words struck like a thunderclap, resonating in everyone's hearts.

The audience erupted in uproar.

"She's Attack Heaven... she's going against the heavens!" A young cultivator trembled with excitement and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"This is utterly outrageous! But... why do I feel so excited?"

Countless spectators felt a surge of emotion, their blood boiling.

The Immortal Court is too far away; many people have no desire for it.

However, the arrogant attitude of some cultivators from Upper Thousand Provinces who considered themselves superior and regarded the common people of the Lower Realm as mere ants and weeds had already sown the seeds of resentment in the hearts of countless people.

Faced with this impassioned declaration, Qin Wangchuan's face remained completely expressionless. He simply nodded calmly, his tone surprisingly composed.

You're right.

Feng Qingjue not surprised by this answer.

In her view, this principle is self-evident and should be agreed upon by anyone with a conscience.

She even felt that it would be strange if this unfathomable man in front of her didn't agree.

However, Qin Wangchuan did not finish speaking.

He took a light step forward, his gaze still fixed on Feng Qingjue, his calm eyes seemingly able to penetrate all appearances and reach the depths of her soul.

"Those of the Immortal Court are not inherently superior. Your desire to ascend to heaven is your freedom."

His voice remained calm, yet carried an indescribable power as he slowly questioned:

"But, Feng Qingjue..."

"After you've overcome countless hardships and finally set foot in the Immortal Court, what do you plan to do next?"

Without hesitation, Feng Qingjue blurted out, "What happens after we ascend to heaven can wait until then! For now, I just need to take it one step at a time, and that's enough."

To others, this answer would only make her seem down-to-earth and destined for great things.

But Qin Wangchuan saw it differently.

Upon receiving this answer, he nodded slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes, and murmured:

"As expected... it wasn't you."

Feng Qingjue puzzled, not understanding what he meant.

Qin Wangchuan continued, his voice calm yet possessing an indescribable penetrating power:

"A true Heaven Crusher must have a firm and clear purpose, and their eyes should shine with a light that illuminates all ages. They must not only have the courage to break the old order, but also the will and responsibility to establish a new one."

"Your ideals stop at 'going up and taking a look,' becoming a fog, and you're trapped by momentary resentment, no different from anyone else."

"This ideal..."

He looked at Feng Qingjue, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"Too shallow."

These two words were like ice water poured over Feng Qingjue's head, igniting a fire in his heart, yet also inexplicably causing him to feel choked up.

"If your ideals are shallow, how can you reach the heavens?"

Having said that, Qin Wangchuan said no more.

He walked slowly onto the ring, his steps unhurried, as if he were simply strolling in his own backyard.

"No matter how clearly you argue your point, it's all just talk," the boy stated calmly. "Only by overcoming this current calamity will you be qualified to contemplate what lies beyond heaven."

"Of course!" Feng Qingjue suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, shouted, and drew his sword with a backhand.

"Zzz--!"

The longsword was drawn, its Phoenix Cry of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, its chilling Sword Light illuminating her resolute eyes.

She pointed the tip of her sword at Qin Wangchuan and said loudly:

"Feng Qingjue, a practitioner of both Swordsmanship arts, please enlighten me!"

This is both a sign of respect for her opponent and a declaration of her own Dao heart.

Qin Wangchuan remained calm and only replied with five words:

"Qing Wangchuan, Talisman Cultivator."

Talisman Cultivator?

This answer surprised Feng Qingjue slightly.

She observed the other person's imposing presence; although there was no sharp Sword Qi around him, he possessed an invisible sharpness, making him seem more like a hidden Sword Dao Master.

How could it be... Talisman Cultivator?

The doubt had just begun to arise in her mind, her lips parted slightly, but the question, "Are you really Talisman Cultivator?" was not yet uttered—

A sudden change has occurred!

The air at the edge of my line of sight suddenly distorted.

A figure tore through the spatial ripples without warning, appearing abruptly!

It was a three-meter-tall Metal Puppet with incomprehensible dark red patterns engraved on its torso.

As it appeared, its left arm was raised, and its finely structured metal index finger pressed against Feng Qingjue's temple!

The fingertips unfolded, revealing a Miniature Spirit Light Cannon, from which a deep blue spiritual light rapidly condensed!

"Boom!"

The moment the murderous intent erupted, Feng Qingjue's fighting instincts kicked in, and she acted instinctively.

With a suppleness beyond human limits, her waist bent backward, her whole body swaying like a willow in the wind, narrowly avoiding the deadly finger strike!

A blazing beam of light whistled past her face, instantly vaporizing a few strands of her hair that had been lifted up.

Having just dodged the killing blow, Feng Qingjue's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Before she could finish bending over, her long sword drew a cold arc as she slashed at the puppet's leg joint!

"Clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening!

The sword struck, but only a string of dazzling sparks erupted, leaving only a shallow white mark on the puppet's body, which didn't even sway.

'This is a bit bullying...' Qin Wangchuan muttered to himself upon seeing this.