Though I Am Arrogant and Rude, He Is Special

As some figures disappeared behind the palace gates, the crowd in the square quickly surged.

Chu Wujiu and Li Xuan exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.

A fighting spirit smirked from Chu Wujiu's lips. "Let's go, Li Xuan."

"Let's see if the Eleventh Layer of this Book Palace can stop us."

Li Xuan nodded calmly, "That's exactly what I was thinking." The two of them flashed and stepped into the palace gate side by side.

Zhao Lingyun and Yun Zexuan followed closely behind.

Zhao Lingyun looked seriously at the person next to him. "Yun Zexuan, let's make this clear first, say whatever you need to say beforehand, don't use me as a shield again."

Yun Zexuan lightly shook the compass in his hand, feigning profundity. "Heavenly Secrets cannot be revealed, but following me will never be wrong."

"Don't give me that nonsense!" Zhao Lingyun interrupted him bluntly. "I believed you last time, and what happened? I ended up stepping right into the mouth of Illusionary Beast!"

As the two chatted and laughed, they disappeared into the halo of light.

Only Ji Wuchen and Ye Lingchuan remained on the field.

Ji Wuchen glanced at Ye Lingchuan and asked, "What do we two say?"

"Then let's go together." Ye Lingchuan replied calmly. He usually went his own way, but now that he was facing the Book Palace, having another companion wouldn't hurt.

However, a rough voice suddenly rang out from behind:

"Hey, hey, hey, have you all forgotten about Lord Yan Wujin?"

Although Yan Wujin didn't want to team up with others, seeing himself being left behind by this group, he immediately joined the two of them.

He strode over, his tone carrying a hint of domineering:

"I can choose not to contact you, but you cannot choose not to contact me!"

"Let's come together," Ji Wuchen replied, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

The three walked side by side toward the palace gate. As they walked, Ji Wuchen pondered, "The mark of the strongest person in the history of the Myriad Dao Book Palace... The strongest person of the previous generation should be Qin Wudao, right?"

"It's most likely him," Ye Lingchuan replied calmly, without any panic. "The mark left from this period should be from his Supreme Being era, no problem."

That is...

Yan Wujin raised his head, looking down at people with arrogance. "Don't you even know what monsters we've fought? A mere Qin Wudao..."

He was getting really into it.

Suddenly, I felt a cold gaze coming from not far away. Startled, I immediately changed my words, lowering my voice to a whisper:

"... brand, brand! It's a brand!"

Yan Wujin shrank his neck sharply and patted his chest with lingering fear.

I almost forgot, Qin Wudao was right nearby.

With Qin Wudao's strength, crushing him would be as easy as crushing a chick.

The three said no more and stepped into the palace gate side by side, their figures instantly swallowed by the halo of light.

Myriad Dao Book Palace

Qin Wangchuan, Qin Zhaoer, and Zhou Yunyi appeared in a vast space.

Zhou Yunyi looked around and found that apart from the three of them, there was no trace of Chu Wujiu, Li Xuan, or the others.

He scratched his head, then turned back to look at Qin Wangchuan with a puzzled expression. "Just the two of us?"

Qin Zhaoer immediately rolled her eyes and sneered without any mercy, "Are you stupid?"

"Since the Myriad Dao Book Palace is called a training ground, it must be an independent space."

Zhou Yunyi was speechless for a moment, then muttered to himself softly, "An independent space? How do you calculate the fortuitous opportunity then?"

He still cherishes those fortuitous opportunity and resources.

There's no way around it, we're just too short!

Qin Wangchuan ignored their argument and began to observe his surroundings.

No wonder this place is called the Book Palace.

What you see is a huge maze made up of towering bookshelves.

The books on the bookshelf were untitled and blank, but the maze's structure was complex and ingenious, as if it contained some kind of ancient formation.

Even more striking are the several Eleventh Realm puppets, each exuding a powerful aura, standing in various corners of the maze.

These puppets, clad in ancient armor and with their eyes gleaming with an eerie light, were clearly mechanisms guarding this place.

For Prodigy whose average realm is Supreme Being or Half-Venerable, Eleventh Realm puppet is not particularly troublesome; it's just the right appetizer.

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze, his tone calm and decisive. "Let's go."

Instead of exploring the maze of bookshelves, he raised his hand, and Dao Ji beam of destructive light condensed on his index finger.

Heavenly Void Tribulation Finger!

"Boom--!"

The beam of light shot through the air with unparalleled power, piercing directly through the maze composed of countless bookshelves ahead.

The sturdy bookshelf and the array structure hidden within it were as fragile as tofu in the face of this beam of light.

A straight, wide passage was instantly opened up, leading directly into the depths of the maze.

Zhou Yunyi was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth. Staring at the path violently carved out, he finally exclaimed after a long while, "Invincible!"

"The three of us combined swept the top three spots."

Qin Zhaoer immediately rolled her eyes, her gaze full of disdain. "You really know how to pat yourself on the back."

After saying that.

The bell on her ankle jingled without warning, and before the clear sound had even faded, it swelled with the frenzied influx of Spiritual Power!

In an instant, the bell transformed into a giant Crescent Scythe, its cold metallic sheen flowing across it, the blade even exceeding her height in length.

The girl casually gripped the sickle handle, her five fingers perfectly locking it in place.

With a sudden burst of strength from her wrist, the enormous weapon deftly spun a silver arc in her palm—the gust of wind whipped up by the blade swept across the ground, raising dust in its wake.

At that very moment, from the ruins of the bookshelf beside them, a puppet suddenly pounced out, its sharp claws aimed straight for their vulnerable spots!

Using the momentum of its rotation, she flicked her wrist, turning the sickle from vertical to horizontal, transforming it into a crescent-shaped flash of cold light that swept out from her side like lightning!

"Sizzle--"

The incomparably sharp crescent blade precisely sliced into the puppet's waist and abdomen, cleaving it in two mid-air!

Zhou Yunyi stared wide-eyed at the imposing Qin Zhaoer.

Of course, what he coveted wasn't the person, but the radiant magic Law Treasure in her hand.

Thinking about it this way, that feeling of frustration welled up inside me again.

'They said they'd make me their First Feather, but they didn't even send a notification... Now I understand, they just couldn't bear to part with that little bit of Law Treasure reward!'

'A fancy name, but no real benefits... stingy!'

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became, and he couldn't help but make a mental note of it.

After killing the puppet, Qin Zhaoer's actions did not stop.

Using the momentum from her slash, she spun around gracefully like a beautiful butterfly among flowers.

As it spun, the enormous scythe transformed into starlight in the palm of her hand, then, with a clear, melodious ringing, reformed into Silver Bell and returned to her snow-white ankle.

As she turned, the hem of her skirt bloomed like a black lotus, outlining the graceful curves of the girl's waist and legs.

The ankle Silver Bell slightly, the echo lingering.

Qin Zhaoer, accompanied by a faint fragrance, landed gracefully in front of Qin Wangchuan, blocking his path.

The girl tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes filled with curiosity and confusion, and asked softly:

"Aren't you planning to break through?"

He was already at the Twelfth Realm the Half-Venerable, only one step away from becoming Supreme Being.

Given his monstrous talent, there's absolutely no reason why he should have been stuck at the Half-Venerable for so long without breaking through.

"It's not the right time yet," Qin Wangchuan replied calmly, walking straight past Qin Zhaoer, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Qin Zhaoer frowned, about to ask further, but Qin Wangchuan continued, "It's not too late to break through when we're researching the Dual Heaven-Earth Method."

What is that?

"It's about combining two Heaven and Earth Law at once."

"!!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaoer's clear eyes instantly lit up.

She nimbly circled around to Qin Wangchuan's side again, the Silver Bell on her ankles making a delicate, crisp sound with each step, melodious and pleasant.

"Since ancient times, in cultivation, 'one method, one form' has been an ironclad rule..." Qin Zhaoer paused slightly, then looked up at him.

The moment their eyes met, Qin Zhaoer's ears flushed crimson. She quickly looked away, her previous shrewd scythe-wielding posture subtly disappearing, even her words becoming softer:

"You want to simultaneously condense two Dharma Manifestation and break this age-old ironclad rule?"

As she spoke, the girl finally couldn't help but look up at the sky again.

Hidden within that forced composure in his gaze was a barely perceptible, almost worshipful, stirring of emotion.

Looking at the person in front of her, the one who embodied all her late-night fantasies from her youth to maturity, Qin Zhaoer felt as if she had transformed back into that competitive little girl.

Back then, the youngest Young Master was born with Longevity Immortal Body.

That innate glory once stung people's eyes.

When Qin Wangchuan foresaw the traitor in her dream and received frequent praise, she was not only terrified, but also filled with resentment and hatred—why him?

But this obsession gradually dissipated through repeated covert observations and unintentional encounters.

She saw the loneliness behind his brilliance and recognized the responsibility he bore that far exceeded his age.

I don't know when it started, but my resentment turned into curiosity, and my hatred turned into admiration. In the end, year after year of looking up to you, it brewed into the pure and unadulterated admiration and affection I feel now.

This person is different from everyone else.

He is special.

Just then, a gentle breeze, seemingly from nowhere, brushed past my ankle, and a slight coolness came from where the Silver Bell touched my skin.

Qin Zhaoer snapped back to her senses, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she awkwardly curled up her toes.

Suddenly... I feel a little itchy.