The Third Official Simulation, Ji Wuchen

Qinglan Holy Land underwent a massive reform.

Yin Qiyue ordered the creation of a jade statue of Qin Wangchuan, but secretly carved her own name into the base.

During the reforms, she implemented extreme measures in Qin Wangchuan's name—

"Wen Dao Palace requires only one voice—" Yin Qiyue stroked the Tongxuan Mirror, speaking softly to the disciples kneeling across the plaza: "And that is the voice of the Young Master!"

No questioning was permitted; those who dared would face severe punishment.

Later, she even personally hung an elder who had questioned Qin Wangchuan in front of the palace gates, shouting:

"This is the fate of those who question the Young Master!"

That night, Yin Qiyue stood alone on the mountain peak.

With the Tongxuan Mirror in her left hand and the Cyan Jade Bottle in her right, she stared blankly in the direction where Young Master Qin had once departed, pressing her cheek against the cold treasures as she murmured obsessively:

"If not for you, I would not be who I am today."

"Young Master, how truly great you are..."

The mirror reflected Yin Qiyue's twisted face.

The Tongxuan Mirror, being a supreme treasure that transcended this world, went without saying; what was even more incredible was the medicinal pill inside the Cyan Jade Bottle.

It was an Immortal Medicine the likes of which she had never seen before—one that could slowly increase one's cultivation just by smelling its fragrance!

Yin Qiyue suddenly began to laugh foolishly, pressing the surface of the mirror to her lips as if kissing the shadow of someone who wasn't there.

"What is Wen Dao Palace?" she whispered, as if murmuring to someone who did not exist.

"I will climb to the very top, step by step, and make everyone crawl and tremble..."

"And then, I will offer it all to you with my own hands."

"My savior, my god..."

Meanwhile, at the Qin Clan, inside Wangchuan Pavilion.

Qin Wangchuan sat by the bed, his fingertips tapping lightly against the window frame, a trace of indifference flashing in his eyes.

Giving those two items to Yin Qiyue was certainly not because he valued her, but for another fundamental reason—

"In the future, any tasks in the lower realm can be handed over to her; I won't have to arrange for anyone else."

"It saves a lot of trouble."

Who wouldn't love a perfect tool for completing tasks?

Looking down, Ye Jianwei was dressed in a white gown, playing the zither in the courtyard. As her slender fingers plucked the strings, clear and melodious notes poured out like flowing water, sending ripples through the morning mist.

Four years had passed, and the little beggar from back then had begun to blossom, becoming even more pleasing to the eye.

On the other side, in the distance, many people from the Qin Clan were bustling about.

That was because Qin Wangchuan's tenth birthday banquet was fast approaching.

The scale of the event was so grand that it required a full year of preparation.

After all, as one of the Ten Heads Three Heavens, this banquet was not just about saving face; it was an important occasion to showcase their foundation to various factions.

Servants shuttled between the pavilions and corridors, and even the palace lanterns hanging under the covered walkways had been fitted with newly crafted Shark Silk Lamp Shades.

Yet, Qin Wangchuan, the guest of honor, appeared exceptionally composed.

"Sign in."

Qin Wangchuan whispered in his heart.

[Congratulations to the Host, you have received a Half-Tier reward: Low-grade Spirit Stone x100!]

"A Half-Tier reward? Is this damn system not even pretending anymore?"

Looking at the prompt on the panel, he suddenly wondered if the system was playing him.

The first sign-in had yielded a Ninth-Tier reward, slapping him directly with a heaven-defying physique.

Anyone who saw that would have exclaimed:

"Holy crap! This damn system actually has some substance!"

Just when you think that was only the beginning and start fantasizing about more heaven-defying rewards in the future—

Reality slaps you in the face, telling you to stop dreaming!

Over the past few years of signing in, the most common rewards were First-Tier, with the occasional Second-Tier.

And now, even a Half-Tier had appeared.

Absurd!

"Forget it." Qin Wangchuan sighed softly. After glancing at his final simulation attempt, he decisively pressed the button to start the simulation.

[Third simulation, Lifespan consumed: 80 years.]

[Simulation starting.]

[Year 0]

You are born into the Ji Clan of the Taixu Imperial Clan within the Ten Directions Immortal Court.

As the most outstanding direct descendant of the Ji Clan's current generation, your birth is heralded by the arrival of Nine Phoenixes and thirty thousand miles of purple qi sweeping in from the east.

The Old Ancestor personally bestows your name: Ji Wuchen, signifying the meaning of "unfettered and dustless."

[Year 1]

You are born with the Taichu Holy Body, with purple Dao patterns manifesting between your brows and all your meridians unobstructed.

By the time you reach your first birthday, you are already capable of drawing upon the Dao rhymes of heaven and earth, shocking the entire Ji Clan.

[Year 3]

You begin systematic cultivation of the Taixu Emperor Scripture, entering deep meditation in three days and stepping into the first realm in seven.

The Ji Clan Old Ancestor strokes his beard in admiration: "This child possesses the bearing of a Heavenly Emperor!"

You pretend not to understand what he means, but inwardly you are secretly delighted, Surely no one can be more heaven-defying than me, right?

[Year 5]

During the clan's grand competition, you defeat your ten-year-old cousin with the strength of the third realm at only five years of age.

It should have been a moment of great joy, but you look back.

On the viewing platform, you see your father conversing with someone.

"With Wuchen's talent, he should have few rivals among his peers, right?"

"He is indeed good, but the one from the Qin Clan among his peers possesses the Longevity Immortal Body..."

This is the first time you hear the word Qin.

[Year 7]

You accompany the Old Ancestor into seclusion to contemplate the Void Seal.

When you leave your seventh palm print on the stone wall, you are filled with immense joy; mastering seven strikes in just a few months is an aptitude that can be called heaven-defying.

However, the praise you have waited so long for does not come. The Old Ancestor pats your head and sighs:

"If only you had half the aptitude and courage of that little grandson from the Qin Clan..."

A nameless fire seems to explode in your mind.

You look at your trembling hands, experiencing for the first time an emotion that burns through your lungs and bowels.

That was an emotion that should never have appeared in you: jealousy and rage.

[Year 8]

You began to secretly order people to investigate who the Qin Clan's young grandson was.

The intelligence gathered was minimal.

There was only one thing you managed to learn: his name was Qin Wangchuan.

He was three years younger than you.

There was another thing the Qin Clan did not hide.

Qin Wangchuan was a Qilin Child crafted by the Qin Clan over a hundred years using countless supreme treasures. He possessed the Longevity Immortal Body and was destined to become an immortal in the future.

"Become an immortal?" You scoffed at this, feeling it wasn't all that impressive.

[Year 10]

At your tenth birthday banquet, you swept through your peers.

While the crowd cheered, you stared fixedly at the seating area on the east side—that was the position of the Qin Clan.

"Did he not come?"

"Well, that makes sense; he is only seven years old this year." You felt disappointed, yet simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

No one knew that you both wanted to see this Qilin Child and were afraid that, upon seeing him, you would be shocked by his heaven-defying talent.

Yes, you were afraid.

Afraid of being outshone, afraid of failing the expectations of your clansmen.

[Year 11]

You began to frequently dream of a blurred figure.

He stood atop a high mountain, looking back with a faint smile: "You cannot even see my back."

"Qin Wangchuan!!" You woke up from the dream, shouting his name.

[Year 12]

The Ancestor bestowed upon you your life-bound divine weapon, the Taixu Halberd.

Everyone held the highest degree of expectation for you, but during a trial.

As the tip of your halberd pierced through the eighteenth Trial Puppet, you suddenly went into a frenzy and smashed the entire trial grounds to pieces.

"My heart is in turmoil."

"Why would I suddenly think of him?!" You hide in the shadows, clutching your head as you ask yourself, but no one answers you.

[Year 13]

The Qin Clan sends an invitation, requesting the Ji Clan to attend their "Tenth Birthday Banquet."

You hold the invitation in your hands, staring at it for three days and three nights.

[Simulation Paused.]

"Wait a second."

"He wouldn't have mistaken me for a heart demon, would he?" Qin Wangchuan ponders for a moment, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels it's a possibility.

"What kind of sane person stares at an invitation for three days and three nights?"