All Men Are Fools, but Perhaps I Was Wrong

It's not about being kind.

Ultimately, it still falls within the scope of the Academy.

If he really died, it would be troublesome for the two of them.

The leader of the Alien Race was stiff and cold as iron, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

After weighing the options, boundless fear overwhelmed his anger.

Not daring to utter another word, he hastily gathered up the remains of his companion, turned and vanished into the star mist in the blink of an eye.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at his disappearing figure, then lowered his gaze and returned it to his palm.

Beside him, Li Qingluan was carefully wiping his palms with a plain white silk handkerchief.

"All Alien Race are dirty," she said in a cool voice, but her movements were gentle. "Don't touch them again next time."

Qin Wangchuan watched her meticulously wiping the item, a barely perceptible smile flickering in his eyes. He found her earnestness somewhat... amusing.

Suddenly a question occurred to him, and he asked, "What if it were that Alien Race called Shatong?"

"You said before that he was different from other Alien Race."

Li Qingluan didn't stop wiping, but looked up at him, her cool tone carrying an air of self-righteous insistence:

"That person is different from other Alien Race." She paused, then added, "But that doesn't mean he can touch you."

"Pretty domineering," Qin Wangchuan chuckled.

"Of course." Li Qingluan put away the silk scarf, her tone calm but leaving no room for doubt.

The two bickered as they walked side by side toward the exit of the Secret Realm.

As the starlight thinned, the faint light of the outside world began to penetrate.

The trip to Zhuixing Abyss yielded far more results than expected.

Li Qingluan not only obtained the High Antiquity inheritance of Moonlight Heavenly Heart, but her state of mind and Sword Intent also reached a new level.

Although Qin Wangchuan did not inherit the legacy, he did find the mysterious fragment and used it as a basis to create the "Divine General I" with unlimited potential.

Next, Li Qingluan needs to go outside the courtyard to search for some kind of treasure.

Qin Wangchuan also had his own plans.

"I've remained at the Half-Venerable realm for far too long."

"Since there is no way to enter through the Dual Heaven-Earth Method, then it is time to knock on the door of the Supreme Being."

As they spoke, the two stepped side by side out of the entrance to the Secret Realm, where starlight flowed.

The sunlight outside was just right, and a gentle breeze carried the unique scent of grass and trees from the mountains and forests.

The two exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they understood each other's next steps.

"Take care," Li Qingluan said softly.

"You too." Qin Wangchuan nodded.

Without further delay, the two parted ways outside the entrance to the Secret Realm.

Li Qingluan transformed into a streak of Sword Light as clear as the moon and disappeared into the horizon.

Qin Wangchuan pondered for a moment, then turned and walked towards his Academy's Dojo.

In the days that followed, he frequently traveled between the Dojo and the Seclusion Valley.

Although there were no major incidents, a rather special regular visitor arrived—a descendant of Alien Race royal family.

Shatong.

He seemed to have truly believed that Qin Wangchuan was a like-minded person, and would find an excuse to visit him every now and then.

Sometimes they bring Foreign Lands specialties, sometimes they discuss spiritual insights, but most of the time, they simply chat.

On this day, Shatong arrived again, sitting familiarly on the stone bench in the courtyard of Qin Wangchuan's Dojo, watching Qin Wangchuan flip through an ancient book.

"Do you want to be King Sovereign?" Shatong suddenly asked.

Qin Wangchuan paused slightly in his book-turning, looked up at him, and instead of answering directly, asked, "Don't you want to?"

"I don't want to."

Shatong answered without the slightest hesitation, even with a hint of matter-of-fact certainty, "The King Sovereign... signifies endless responsibility, constraints, calculations, and... the unbearable loneliness of being at the top."

I don't actually like it.

"However, as long as the two realms can truly coexist peacefully, I don't need to be an official anymore!"

"I've already planned out the future!"

"Oh?" Qin Wangchuan closed the book, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"After I achieve my dream, I want to come to Three Thousand Provinces!" Shatong's eyes lit up. "I'll find a picturesque little town, open a shop, and sell osmanthus cakes!"

Osmanthus cake?

"Yes! Osmanthus cake!" He nodded vigorously, his face full of pure longing. "The first time I ate Human Race food was an old man who gave me osmanthus cake. I've always remembered that taste."

"The ideal is too far away, and the road is too difficult."

"But I'm not afraid!"

"My only fear is..."

Shatong spoke, he suddenly seemed deflated, resting his chin on the stone table, his voice muffled. "By the time my ideal comes true, I will have long forgotten what osmanthus cake tastes like."

This can't be called osmanthus cake.

This person fears that on the long and thorny road to their ideals, they will lose their original heart and forget even the simple joy and pleasure they initially felt.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at him, then looked back at the book in his hands. "If you've forgotten the taste, go buy some more and try it."

If you lose sight of your original aspirations, stop and look back to find them.

"As long as you're alive, it's never too late."

Shatong listened in silence for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and genuine inquiry:

"You're so smart and insightful, why did you say before that you preferred to use violence to suppress Foreign Lands and force them to submit?" He scratched his head.

"Shouldn't there be a gentler, more sustainable approach?"

Before Qin Wangchuan could answer, light footsteps sounded Dojo, Gu Yixuan walked in to remind him:

"The time has come."

Upon hearing the reminder, Qin Wangchuan didn't delay any longer, closed his book, and stood up.

Before leaving, he uttered a reply that barely qualified as an answer, "Because it's unnecessary."

"All men are fools, and so are Alien Race."

"There are too many fools. You want peace, but they only care about might."

"If that's the case, then let's use our fists to make them obey."

"That was my previous idea, but..."

He glanced at Shatong one last time as he spoke, "Perhaps I was wrong."

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer and walked straight out of the Dojo, heading towards the Seclusion Valley.

The Seclusion Valley is located deep in the mountains behind the Academy, and is a valley shrouded by multiple arrays for gathering spiritual energy and calming the mind.

The concentration of Spiritual Qi here is incomparable to that of a Dojo temple, making it the preferred place for the Academy disciples to break through bottlenecks and comprehend the Great Dao.

They arrived at the entrance of one of the valleys with practiced ease, and were about to step in as usual.

However, they were stopped by someone.

"Sorry, this area is booked out."

Qin Wangchuan frowned slightly.

The Academy does allow students to temporarily "book" specific areas for special needs by paying high credit fees.

But this is his usual retreat, rarely disturbed by anyone, let alone reserved for private use.

This is unusual; could it be that someone did this on purpose?

As he was pondering—

Inside the valley, Chen Mo had just finished giving instructions to the others when his gaze inadvertently swept over the valley entrance, and he suddenly froze!

That profile...?!

Instantly, a bone-chilling cold shot up my spine.

Chen Mo's face turned deathly pale, his knees buckled, and he almost wet himself in fear.

Without a moment's hesitation, he mustered all his strength and rushed forward, grabbing the bewildered man blocking his path and pulling him aside.

Immediately afterward, Chen Mo turned around swiftly, knelt down on one knee without hesitation, and bowed deeply to Qin Wangchuan, his voice carrying a tense and respectful tone that he tried hard to suppress:

"My subordinate has acted improperly and offended you. Please forgive him."

He remained kneeling, turning sideways towards the valley, his posture extremely respectful.

"Your His Highness, this way please."