Sixth Brother Makes His Move... Sixth Brother Gets Hit! Even a Passing Dog Has to Take a Sword Strike Before It Can Leave

"Him?" Qin Hongchen didn't react for a moment, and subconsciously repeated it.

But when he saw the serious look in Qin Wangchuan's eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"She's back?!"

Qin Hongchen suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on Qin Wangchuan. His lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to laugh or cry, but he eventually calmed down. "Ninth Brother, this kind of joke is not to be taken lightly."

"I already entrusted that matter to the Yun Clan."

"If she returns, the Yun Clan's Heavenly Secret Art will naturally be able to predict it."

Qin Wangchuan didn't offer much explanation, only calmly adding, "Whether it's true or false, Sixth Brother will find out for himself."

The future self didn't explain how to find that woman.

It seems there must be a causal connection involved that only Sixth Brother could perceive or trigger.

All I had to do was deliver the message that "she has returned" to the person who most needed to know.

Next, it's time to wait.

Qin Hongchen opened his mouth, wanting to ask more, but countless questions and surging emotions were stuck in his chest.

However, at this moment--

Boom!!!

Another earth-shattering explosion resounded from the direction of the Myriad Dao Book Palace!

The gazes of the three people in the pavilion were involuntarily drawn to it once again.

A massive, solid Dao Sword, as large as a mountain and with cracks flowing across its blade, instantly took shape and fell with a terrifying force capable of destroying all laws.

It was the very scene where the Ten Directions Profound Sword was slashing at Chu Wujiu!

Qin Hongchen slowly rose to his feet, the mountain breeze ruffling his plain white robes.

His eyes gazed at the Myriad Dao Book Palace in the distance, where Sword Light crisscrossed, and his gaze settled for a moment with complex emotions.

"I have long heard that Ninth Brother possesses the ability to foresee the future." His voice was low, carrying a faint sigh. "If what you say is true, I will remember this favor."

Then, the tone of the conversation abruptly changed.

His gaze was fixed on the chaotic battlefield in the distance.

"It's very interesting, but if this continues, I'll be in trouble."

That's enough.

As he spoke, Qin Hongchen's gaze precisely locked onto the Ten Directions Profound Sword that was slowly slashing down.

Deep within his pupils, countless intricate and profound runes seemed to flash by, their structure, spiritual essence, and even the laws of nature instantly revealed.

"Is that thing... like this?" he murmured, then raised his hand and pointed it toward the direction of the Myriad Dao Book Palace.

His palm was outstretched, and suddenly a dazzling Spiritual Power surged and gathered in his palm, emitting a deep hum, with an astonishing aura.

However, the brilliance only surged for a moment before it seemed to hit an invisible barrier, quickly dimming and dissipating, ultimately vanishing into nothingness.

Qin Hongchen withdrew her hand and stared at her empty palm.

After a moment, he understood and sighed helplessly, "Did we fail?"

"This kind of thing happens often."

Immediately, his gaze shifted slightly, landing on another part of the battlefield—where the lingering aura of a "Heavenly Sword" that had been slashed down a little earlier had not yet dissipated.

Raise your hand again:

"What about this one?"

As soon as the words fell, the wind and clouds above the shattered dome of the Myriad Dao Book Palace changed drastically!

A Giant Sword, formed purely from Spiritual Power, appeared out of thin air.

Its shape, size, and even the majestic and imposing aura it exudes are nine-tenths similar to the "Heavenly Sword" that Qin Wangchuan's phantom had previously unleashed!

Qin Hongchen looked at the Giant Sword with satisfaction and explained to the two of them:

"You two should have heard of this; this is my ability. I can replicate anything I see with just a glance."

"Although that Dao Sword was too complex and I failed to replicate it, this kind of pure Spiritual Power condensation method is a piece of cake for me."

After he finished speaking, he elegantly and casually pressed his raised hand down.

"Fall."

As this word was uttered, the replica Heavenly Sword hanging high above the Myriad Dao Book Palace fell to the ground!

The target was precisely where Qin Wangchuan's illusory image was located.

Boom--!!!

Another loud bang.

"Okay, problem solved."

Having done all this, Qin Hongchen clapped his hands, turned around leisurely, and looked at the two people in the pavilion.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, and a smile with a hint of smugness curled at the corner of his mouth:

"How about that? Aren't I awesome?"

However, what Qin Hongchen saw was that his Ninth Brother got up without warning and even took several steps back.

That posture even carried a hint of... deliberate avoidance?

Qin Wangchuan ignored the strange looks from his Sixth Brother and Qin Zhaoer, and didn't even look up at the Heavenly Sword hurtling down in the distance.

After walking a few steps, he looked down and stared at the stone foundation beneath his feet.

"Hmm, this is about it," he muttered to himself, as if confirming some coordinates.

What are you doing?

Qin Zhaoer, standing to the side, asked, clearly disdainful of Qin Hongchen's boasting.

Qin Wangchuan didn't explain, but simply turned his head and said to her briefly:

Come to me.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaoer pouted, her beautiful eyebrows immediately arching. "You think I'd just go because you tell me to? Are you training a dog? No way!"

She tossed her long hair in a huff, giving Qin Wangchuan a straight and stubborn back view.

Clearly, he remembered the old grudge of being treated like a "pet" at the Academy Assignment Ceremony.

But Qin Wangchuan ignored her and pulled her up.

Qin Zhaoer exclaimed in surprise. Caught off guard, she was pulled back and stumbled. The two of them took a step back at the same time, their bodies almost touching.

She could feel the irresistible force emanating from Qin Wangchuan's arm, and the cool, clean aura emanating from him so close at hand.

My cheeks felt slightly warm for no reason.

Qin Hongchen stared at the two of them, startled at first, then seemed to understand something, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and casually waved his hand:

"Don't panic, Ninth Brother. I know my limits; I won't accidentally hurt anyone here..."

He hadn't even uttered the last word, "side"—

Buzz!!!

Above their heads, another Heavenly Sword instantly materialized!

Its appearance was completely illogical, as if it appeared out of thin air, and its target was crystal clear—it was none other than Qin Hongchen, who had just used the replicated Divine Ability and still had a smug smile on his face!

The sword's edge pointed, and a chill ran deep.

"--well?"

Qin Hongchen's smile froze instantly, his pupils clearly reflecting the Heavenly Sword that had seemingly fallen from nowhere—where did this thing come from?!

There shouldn't be any signs of Spiritual Power gathering in the surrounding area...

The shock and confusion lasted only a moment.

He suddenly turned his head to look outside the pavilion—and saw Qin Wangchuan standing quietly a few dozen steps away, his golden eyes calmly watching everything.

It was as if... I had known all along that this sword strike would come.

The moment their eyes met, a flash of inspiration struck Qin Hongchen, and all the clues instantly connected!

His pupils contracted sharply, and an incredulous murmur escaped his throat:

"A counterattack from the phantom?"

The instant this thought flashed through his mind, the Heavenly Sword had already slashed down towards Qin Hongchen's head!

The sword fell rapidly before my eyes.

Qin Wangchuan stood on the edge of the enormous sword shadow.

Just a few steps away, the violent sword wind had already lifted his clothes and hair, and the rubble and dust swirled wildly in the shockwave, almost sweeping him into the center of destruction.

But Qin Wangchuan's eyelashes didn't even tremble in the slightest.

Golden eyes reflected the blazing Sword Light, the depths of their pupils remaining undisturbed, as if the slash that could level mountains was no different from a gentle breeze.

On the contrary, Qin Zhaoer, whose wrist was being tightly gripped by him, almost forgot to breathe at that moment.

She stared blankly at those Golden Eyes so close to hers.

The surrounding area was filled with the devastating roar of swords, yet the depths of Qin Wangchuan's pupils remained eerily still—like a solidified golden pool, reflecting the light of destruction across the sky, yet without the slightest ripple.

Between this extreme interplay of movement and stillness, the sliver of curiosity in Qin Zhaoer's heart suddenly broke free of its shell and spread wildly like Vines:

What is the world as you see it?