Attack Heaven Was Never My Wish, but for You, I Will Do It

As the clamor and announcements of the outside world subsided into silence, Qin Wangchuan's consciousness, still unconscious, continued to sink into the boundless darkness.

Ultimately, it landed at the bottom of a cold lake of consciousness.

The surface of the lake above shimmered, reflecting countless blurry faces.

Whispers surged from all directions, initially faint and indistinct, gradually coalescing into a clear wave, carrying an undisguised fear and an unquenchable anger, repeatedly assaulting his Sea of Consciousness:

"Monster..."

"Monster!"

The sound grew louder and louder, like Curse, trying to drag him into deeper darkness.

At the bottom of the lake, Qin Wangchuan lay quietly.

Listening to the voices filled with fear and anger, I slowly raised my hand, as if to touch the reflection on the lake, but in the end, I silently lowered my hand.

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"A monster...?"

He whispered to himself, without anger or denial, but with an almost defiant calm.

"That's absolutely perfect for me."

After speaking, he calmly closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, all illusions had vanished, and my consciousness had returned to reality from the bottom of the dark lake.

As his blurry vision gradually cleared, the First Person to come into view surprised Qin Wangchuan slightly.

It's Ji Wuchen.

He sat quietly in a chair beside the bed, holding a book in his hands, his expression focused.

From some point onward, books became almost inseparable from him.

Of course, I'm pretty much the same.

"Woke up."

Ji Wuchen caught a glimpse of him getting up, so he closed the book and turned around.

"How long have I been asleep?" Qin Wangchuan pressed his still slightly throbbing forehead.

"Two days," Ji Wuchen said calmly. "You woke up quickly; the others are still in bed."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan paused almost imperceptibly, then sighed, "I lost."

At the end of the battle, Yan Wujin was still alive.

Without a doubt, I lost.

"No," Ji Wuchen shook his head, "You won."

Then, he calmly recounted what happened next: how Dragon Scale transformed and appeared, how she pierced Yan Wujin's heart with a single blow, and how Jiujiu suppressed Yan Wujin's Golden Crow... In the end, without a doubt, it was Qin Wangchuan's victory.

"It's also fortunate that Yan Wujin was the one standing at the end. Anyone else in that situation would have been distracted and on guard against their surroundings. Only a madman like him, who only has the eyes of battle, would be completely unaware of the danger behind him and lose so decisively," Ji Wuchen added.

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly and sighed:

"Luck played a part, but it wasn't strong enough."

His hand unconsciously went to his waist.

Although the initial awakening of the Immortal Bone had mostly recovered on its own within two days, the Dragon Scale aura was ethereal and could not be fully restored in a short time.

Just as he was pondering this, Ji Wuchen handed him something.

It was the Longevity Token that had been given to him before.

"This stuff is indeed useful, but we can't rely on it."

"Now it's returned to its rightful owner."

Just as Ji Wuchen hadn't refused before, Qin Wangchuan didn't hesitate at all and simply reached out to take it.

"That battle was spectacular." Ji Wuchen looked at him, his tone carrying a hint of genuine admiration. "Pseudo-Immortal Body, using something like that is already cheating, but I didn't expect... you still managed to break it."

"Amazing."

After saying that, his expression turned serious, and his gaze sharpened. "Next time, it will be a battle between you and me."

Ji Wuchen paused for a moment, then said frankly, "To be honest, I don't think I can win. But at the same time, I also think it's meaningful."

"Taking on something inherently impossible may seem meaningless or even reckless to others, but..."

"How could it be meaningless?"

Qin Wangchuan suddenly interrupted, stretching his limbs as he got out of bed, and said calmly, "Being able to fight against strong opponents, and becoming stronger through those fights, is meaningful in itself."

"The seeds sown today will surely bear fruit tomorrow. Even I have reaped some rewards."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly turned to Ji Wuchen, his golden eyes calm and deep, clearly reflecting the other's figure:

I look forward to playing against you.

Even without looking into their eyes, you can tell that there is absolutely no falsehood in those words.

Even though he himself is as vast as mountains and seas, he can still look down on the light of every single speck of dust.

Ji Wuchen gave a wry smile, "As expected, I can't compare to you."

He gazed at the figure before him, just awakened from unconsciousness, yet already brimming with intense focus and renewed fighting spirit, and silently completed that thought in his mind:

'And that's precisely why you're so... captivating.'

After chatting for a while, Ji Wuchen seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "By the way, among the people you brought from Middle Thousand Provinces, there seems to be a young lady waiting outside."

Qin Wangchuan nodded upon hearing this, knowing in his heart that it was Feng Qingjue.

"After lying in bed for two days, it's time to get down to business."

After saying this, Ye Jianwei to invite her in.

Seeing this, Ji Wuchen wisely took his leave, pocketing the scroll of Daoist text, and turned to continue studying his cultivation technique.

The words "Wanjie Thunder Furnace" are faintly visible on the book cover.

A short while later, Feng Qingjue pushed open the door and entered.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on Qin Wangchuan —at this moment he was only casually wearing a dark-colored outer robe, the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined chest.

Their gaze lingered there for a moment, unconsciously.

Upon noticing this, Qin Wangchuan calmly straightened his clothes to cover his body before speaking, "We will depart for the Immortal Court tomorrow."

"No need." Feng Qingjue gently shook her head. "These past few days, I have seen clearly what the Upper Realm and the Immortal Court are like... They are indeed completely different from the Lower Realm."

She glanced around the elegant bedroom and said calmly, "There's no need to go up anymore."

Qin Wangchuan didn't press the matter, but continued to ask, "And what's your answer?"

The two made a promise back in Middle Thousand Provinces.

After she has seen the Upper Realm and fulfilled her ideals, if she wishes to Attack Heaven, he will lend her a hand.

If she doesn't want to, then let her be.

" To Attack Heaven Non-Self wish," Feng Qingjue replied.

A very clear refusal.

She is indeed very valuable, but such people are as numerous as carp crossing a river, countless in all the world.

Qin Wangchuan didn't say a word, and simply raised his hand to signal Ye Jianwei guest out.

"Etc."

Feng Qingjue suddenly spoke, his clear, cold voice carrying a resolute determination.

When Qin Wangchuan looked up, she said, word by word, "I owe you a favor regarding the resurrection last time."

"I can help you with the ideal you speak of."

"I want to see what this road will lead to."

Qin Wangchuan did not respond immediately, but instead pondered in his mind.

Since the Future Self left behind a warning bearing the weight of cause and effect, the organizations "The Cleaners" and "The Returnees" cannot ignore it.

However, if this matter were also entrusted to Yin Qiyue, she would indeed be overwhelmed.

The initial plan was to send a few people from the Qin Clan to go...

Upon hearing this, I suddenly felt that... the person in front of me was the perfect candidate.

The Destined One and the time traveler.

This combination is definitely going to be very interesting.

Thinking of this, Qin Wangchuan decisively looked up at Feng Qingjue: "That ideal is still too far away from you."

"However, there is another matter I can entrust to you right now."

As he spoke, he tossed a compass to the ground and continued, "In the Xuanhuang World of Middle Thousand Provinces, there is an organization called 'Returnees,' and this is their token. Opposing the Returnees is an organization called 'The Cleaners.'"

"Go and take control of them, prove you have the corresponding value."

Feng Qingjue was not the kind of person who could be easily manipulated. She did not agree immediately, but instead lowered her eyes to gaze at the compass in her hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the cool surface of the dial. After a moment of contemplation, she suddenly raised her head and asked in return:

"Is this related to your ideals?"

"No," Qin Wangchuan said calmly, "This is related to the future."