Female Demon Divine Power

Feng Qingjue correct.

After she left, Qin Wangchuan summoned his Shadow Guard and entrusted them with the task of investigating Lv Yingxin.

After giving his instructions, he took the warm tea that Ye Jianwei had just refilled, took a small sip, and his eyes shone with a deep, still light.

Entrusting such an important task to Feng Qingjue was certainly due to considerations of her advantageous position, but more importantly, it was merely a side move.

It would be truly foolish and ridiculous to place all your hopes on a stranger you've just subdued, whose origins and character still need time to be verified.

The Qin Clan's Shadow Guard were his true eyes and ears, his sharpest weapon.

Thinking of Dragon Scale, Qin Wangchuan was about to order someone to fetch some nourishing materials when his Divine Sense stirred and he detected several familiar auras approaching.

The first girl to enter wore an exquisitely tailored black and gold Flowing Immortal Dress, the hem embroidered with intricate Hidden Pattern in gold thread, making her stand out brilliantly in the otherwise ordinary room.

It was Qin Zhaoer.

Her bright, sparkling eyes quickly scanned the room, her delicate brows furrowing in disdain. She parted her red lips slightly and offered her unvarnished assessment:

"Tsk, what a terrible place."

They were still in the Cloud Mist Heavenly City at this time, which was indeed not considered luxurious.

The Prodigy Competition had just ended, and in order to quickly deal with the aftermath and revive the fallen, they temporarily chose this place to rest and recuperate; it was indeed rather simple.

Qin Zhaoer didn't waste any words.

With a gentle wave of her hand, a streak of light flew out from her sleeve and landed beside her.

It was a uniquely shaped Jade Bed, its surface warm and smooth, with a natural depression in the center where golden Spirit Liquid slowly flowed, shimmering with a hazy glow.

She sat down on the side, revealing a pair of delicate feet beneath her skirt, the Fine Gold Chain around her ankles making a soft tinkling sound with her movements.

"Yes,"

Qin Zhaoer bent down and scooped up a handful of golden liquid from the bed. The Dragon Marrow Fluid flowed between her fingers without getting wet, instead making her skin appear even whiter.

"The Dragon Marrow Fluid, prepared according to an ancient formula, is most nourishing to dragon-related substances and will help your Dragon Scale recover."

Then, her jade bracelet jingled softly as she took out several more treasures and arranged them beside her bed.

She lightly tapped her fingertips, first landing on the several lingzhi mushrooms shimmering with purple light, and said earnestly, "These Ten Thousand Year Purple Mansion Dao-Containing Ganoderma, which will greatly benefit your future breakthrough to the Supreme Realm."

"The Old Ancestor specifically instructed that one should be used every month from now on." As she spoke, Qin Zhaoer pushed another jade box closer. "As for these, they are pills made from the Ten Thousand Year Purple Mansion Dao-Containing Ganoderma- Nourishing Ganoderma, one pill per month as well."

Then, his slender fingers brushed over a pill with Dao Patterns floating on its surface:

"A nameless elixir, given to me by the Old Ancestor, who said it was useful for Immortal Bone."

Finally, Qin Zhaoer gently picked up the ancient Stele Fragment with two fingers, weighed it in her palm, and smiled slightly, "As for this... the Old Ancestor said that your current Qi Yun is too strong, which is becoming a burden. It would be better to suppress it for now and be on the safe side."

She suddenly leaned forward, a bright, playful glint in her beautiful eyes, deliberately drawing out the last syllable, her voice sweet and cloying:

"It seems even our His Highness Divine Son... has moments of weakness~"

Her tone seemed caring, every word sweet, yet every sentence concealed a barb; it was clearly a carefully calculated provocation, making one's fingertips itch, wanting only to crush her arrogant demeanor in the palm of one's hand.

As she gets older, Qin Zhaoer becomes more and more deserving of a beating.

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Wangchuan's eyes turned cold.

Unfortunately, the ruler wasn't with me.

As if reading his expression, Qin Zhaoer's smugness froze instantly. Like a startled rabbit, she covered her bottom and jumped back, her eyes wide with alarm.

"What kind of look is that?!"

But the next second, she puffed out her cheeks, deliberately brought her face closer, and stuck out her tongue:

"Heh~ I'm not afraid at all!"

"And don't get the wrong idea, I'm just running an errand along the way."

After speaking, Qin Zhaoer gestured with her delicate chin towards the door.

The scene in the courtyard came into view— Qin Qingzheng, Qin Kuangge, Qin Xuanji and the others were sitting idly on stone benches. When they saw Qin Wangchuan looking over, they all raised their hands in greeting.

As for the Eldest Brother Qin Wudao... oh, he's on the roof.

At this moment, Qin Xuanji suddenly turned to Qin Kuangge, his voice neither too loud nor too soft. "Oh, fourth brother, my memory hasn't been very good lately. Just now I heard that Ninth Brother woke up, and who was that person who jumped up excitedly?"

Qin Kuangge scratched his head as if deep in thought, then openly turned his gaze to Qin Zhaoer, a mischievous glint in his eyes:

"I can't remember, could it be me?"

Qin Xuanji shook his head, "No, no, it could be Fifth Sister, or Eldest Brother?"

Even Qin Qingzheng, who had been expressionless the whole time, smiled slightly, about to speak—

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Qin Zhaoer's pretty face instantly turned bright red, her beautiful eyes filled with a mixture of shame and anger. She stomped her feet in frustration and rushed forward to cover Qin Xuanji's mouth.

Qin Xuanji laughed and dodged, Qin Kuangge couldn't help but burst into laughter, and even Qin Wudao on the roof shook his head almost imperceptibly.

The clear, cheerful laughter rippled outwards, instantly filling the entire courtyard.

Amidst the laughter, Qin Zhaoer inadvertently turned around and caught a glimpse of the curve of Qin Wangchuan's lips—and in the end, she herself laughed too.

After the playful banter ended, Qin Wangchuan decided to set off to see Li Qingluan.

But before that, the faintly aura-filled Dragon Scale was placed in the Dragon Marrow Jade Bed to be nurtured, and the golden Spirit Liquid slowly enveloped it.

Afterwards, he took the Dao Mushroom and the pills, and the pure medicinal power dissolved, flowing into his limbs and bones like a warm current.

The Ten Thousand Year Purple Mansion Dao-Containing Ganoderma, such a Divine Object that seizes the creation of heaven and earth, even if a single one falls into the outside world, can stir up a bloody rain that destroys the world, becoming an unparalleled fortuitous opportunity for others to Defy Fate.

But in Qin Wangchuan's place, several ways of eating it have even evolved.

This is the foundation of the Qin Clan.

Finally, he picked up the World-Suppressing Stele Fragment and examined it carefully.

This is an irregularly shaped small stone slab with cracked edges, as if it had been forcibly peeled off from some enormous object.

Qin Zhaoer did not explain its origin just now, but the characteristics of this object vaguely match a record in the Qin Clan's ancient books.

"The texture is neither gold nor jade, and the pattern coincides with the sky of the Zhou Dynasty. When the spiritual consciousness enters, it is greeted by the word Zhen. It is a fragment of the Zhen boundary monument used in ancient times to suppress foreign lands."

This item isn't of much use to the Qin Clan; it's more of a collectible.

This was the first time Qin Wangchuan had ever seen the actual object, and the first time he had ever heard of it—this object could actually suppress Qi Yun.

Even more miraculously, the moment I held it in my hand, the indistinct whispers that had been swirling in my ears actually receded like a tide.

In an instant, all was silent.

"It really works." He nodded slightly, feeling even more awe for these High Antiquity artifacts that contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

Just as I was about to carefully put it away, I heard a very faint sound coming from my palm—

"Snap."

Qin Wangchuan paused, opened his palm, and saw that the Ancient Divine Object was silently cracking inch by inch, then turning into a handful of dull powder that slipped through his fingers.

"Was the fragment too small, and it crumbled on its own over time? Or is it...?"

He stared at the ashes in his palm for a moment, then slowly closed his fingers, only to release them just before clenching them, and flipped his hand over.

Let them scatter like crushed stars.

The scattered dust seemed to transform into an ever-growing clamor in my ears.

Standing in the center of this noisy place, Qin Wangchuan felt a clear mind—it was not an illusion, but the vague perception he had held for so long finally came to fruition at this moment.

He is irreversibly transforming into something that transcends his original self.