Attacking Me? Let Them Come
Qin Wangchuan's consciousness swept over the three rewards almost without pausing.
I choose three.
As he made his choice, a pure and powerful Origin Power flowed into his body.
His Spiritual Platform was in turmoil, and a faint hum, like shackles loosening, emanated from his limbs and bones.
His aura solidified for a moment, then became even more profound and restrained, and his perception of external Spiritual Qi became clearer.
[Current Origin Source: 104 times]
"Of course we have to go to the Zhuixing Abyss Secret Realm next month..." Qin Wangchuan quickly thought, "But right now, the most important thing is to reach the Supernatural Realm."
I lost the will to continue the simulation.
He got up from his seat, explained a few words to Old Yan, and said he had something important to discuss.
Elder Yan's lecture was interrupted. His hand, stroking his beard, froze in mid-air. Looking at the young man, he ultimately just waved his hand and said, "... Go."
A hint of regret flashed in his eyes, but he also knew that this True Dragon was no longer on the shallows.
Jiang Xuanli, who had been sitting quietly beside him, stood up almost simultaneously and followed him out.
Qin Wangchuan had just stepped out of the threshold of the Tracing Law Palace.
A figure suddenly emerged from the shadows of the pillars, blocking his path.
It's Xiang Haoran.
Qin Wangchuan's gaze remained fixed, and his steps did not falter.
The person he had casually suppressed during the entrance trial was now blocking his way, and his intentions seemed self-evident.
They're clearly here for revenge.
"I don't have time to waste with you right now."
Qin Wangchuan's voice was emotionless, like the wind brushing across a stone surface, "Get out of the way."
Although he won the battle against the Descendants of the Foreign Realm King Sovereign and killed nine people, he ended up severely injured.
This serious injury caused Qin Wangchuan a slight displeasure.
The victory was not decisive enough, nor was it swift enough.
But things are different now.
By simulating the future and working backward to the present, we can avoid taking two years of detours and achieve the Supernatural Realm ahead of schedule.
By then, let alone serious injury--
They win if they can even touch a corner of their own clothes.
"Don't misunderstand," Xiang Haoran, his gaze sweeping over Qin Wangchuan and Jiang Xuanli, whose expression was slightly cold. "I'm not here to argue with you about that old grudge."
Qin Wangchuan finally stopped and turned to look at him.
His eyes were calm, yet carried an invisible pressure.
"Qin Wangchuan, I really don't like the look of you." Xiang Haoran met their gazes and spoke frankly.
He paused for a moment, as if confirming this premise, before abruptly changing the subject.
"But that's my personal matter, one thing at a time. When it comes to external forces—especially to Alien Race —you are the Dao Beacon for our generation."
"I just heard some rumors, and something doesn't seem right."
"There's Alien Race operating in the shadows, and their target... is most likely you."
Qin Wangchuan's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"I?"
He repeated it, his tone revealing neither belief nor disbelief.
"It's you." Xiang Haoran nodded emphatically, his eyes sharp. "I don't know the specifics, but it's definitely not baseless. They might not dare to act openly, but their methods behind the scenes..."
He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was clear enough.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuanli frowned and looked at Qin Wangchuan, her concern almost overflowing.
A brief silence fell over the room.
In the distance, the faint sound of the wind rustling through the Gu Song could be heard.
"Then let them come," Qin Wangchuan said, his voice still steady.
There was no surprise, no further questions.
Only absolute strength brings a sense of calm.
Before the words had even finished, several deliberately amplified shouts could be faintly heard from the direction of the square in the distance.
Qin Wangchuan didn't bother to listen.
His gaze lingered on Xiang Haoran he nodded very slightly.
I received your reminder.
Having said that, he didn't linger and headed off towards the Dojo.
Xiang Haoran stood there, watching the two figures walk away one after the other, especially Jiang Xuanli's undisguised protectiveness. His tense shoulders slowly relaxed, then he frowned again, muttering to himself:
I don't know if she listened at all.
"Sometimes, too much success isn't good," he muttered to himself, shaking his head before turning and disappearing into the shadows of another corridor.
Qin Wangchuan swept through the enemy lines undefeated.
In Xiang Haoran's view, this smooth sailing was itself a hidden danger.
A direct attack is easy to dodge, but some methods never play by the rules.
But Xiang Haoran didn't know was that his concerns were destined to be unnecessary.
Qin Wangchuan had simulated this several times, experienced countless tribulations, and witnessed too many people perish because of smooth sailing.
Just like the Young Sect Master of Mo Tian Sect just now.
With so many precedents, it's impossible to make the same mistake again.
But this doesn't mean he'll be timid or hesitant.
I'll say it again—let them come.
Jiang Xuanli followed behind Qin Wangchuan. Seeing that he remained calm and did not seem inclined to talk much, she also remained silent.
She realized something was wrong once she entered the Dojo.
What came into view was a scene of utter chaos.
The rosewood table broke in two and fell to the ground.
Manuscripts, Jade Slip, and other objects were all torn to shreds, with fragments scattered across the ground like snow.
Ink splattered on the clean walls and floor tiles, meandering and flowing, a shocking sight.
Even the futon he usually sat on was torn to shreds, and the Spirit Grass that filled it were scattered out.
All the destruction is laid bare, with a deliberate sense of disorder.
Jiang Xuanli's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at the mess before her.
She instantly understood what had happened, her voice laced with icy anger. "A bunch of rats who can't stand the light!"
"We can't afford to mess with them openly, so we only dare to resort to these underhanded tricks in the shadows when you're not around."
Compared to Jiang Xuanli, Qin Wangchuan was much calmer.
There was no anger, no surprise.
He calmly scanned every detail, as if inspecting a document.
His gaze narrowed slightly as he looked over several array nodes that had been violently breached.
The air was filled not only with the smell of ink and paper dust.
A faint, extremely subtle aura, completely different from the Dao Rhyme of the Human Race, like oil mixed into clear water—faint yet impossible to ignore.
It was cold and gloomy, carrying a faint, Foreign Lands quality of bloodlust and chaos.
Jiang Xuanli, of course, also noticed this and angrily shouted, "They're Alien Race!"
"No."
Qin Wangchuan suddenly spoke, his voice calm and even, breaking Jiang Xuanli's guess.
"Huh?" Jiang Xuanli was taken aback and turned to look at him.
Qin Wangchuan's gaze seemed to pierce through the chaos before him, locking onto the lingering, unsettling wisp of air about to dissipate.
"They are Human Race," he said calmly.
"To be precise, they wanted to frame the Human Race from Alien Race."
Jiang Xuanli was shocked, her eyes filled with undisguised amazement— Qin Wangchuan could see through this carefully laid illusion at a glance!
Then it dawned on her.
"The Divine Eye has this wonderful use?"
Many people know that he has a pair of Divine Eye.
"It's Spiritual Power," Qin Wangchuan corrected.
Possessing the Supreme Dao Heart, his perception of the flow of Spiritual Power is far beyond that of ordinary people, even reaching an abnormal level.
Human Race cultivators possess gentle Spiritual Power energy, and their residual aura can blend with the environment.
The Alien Race's Spiritual Power is domineering; wherever it passes, the Spiritual Qi in a small area will be temporarily cut off.
I hadn't been gone long, and the Spiritual Power within the hall remained abundant and flowed freely, showing no signs of being brutally interfered with by the Alien Race forces—this alone was enough to expose this clumsy frame-up.
"It wasn't a mindless provocation or test, but a premeditated frame-up," Qin Wangchuan said calmly, as if commenting on a failed work.
"The plan is acceptable, but unfortunately..."
He paused slightly, a cold smile slowly curving his lips.
"The wrong person was hired."
"Oh."
A soft laugh echoed in the Deathly Stillness Dojo.
It was resolute, like the final hammer blow.
"Is this all you can do?"
"You think you can use me to kill someone with this?"
He shook his head, his eyes expressionless.
"That's really true..."
His voice paused slightly, carrying an indifferent tone of "I knew it," and a hint of boredom stemming from his clumsy methods.
"Disappointing."