You sing, then I appear

"Go, go, stop your glib talk." Qin Xuanji walked forward, waving his hand as if shooing away a fly, then looked at Qin Wangchuan, "Since you're out, let's go."

"Ninth Brother shouldn't get lost, right?"

Qin Wangchuan chuckled wryly, "Second Brother, it's just this short distance from the side hall to the main hall, how could I possibly get lost."

"That's not necessarily true..." Qin Xuanji smiled meaningfully. Before he could finish, Qin Wudao's sword sheath was pressed against his back.

Qin Xuanji immediately straightened his expression and fell silent.

Third Sister Qin Qingni, who loved to watch the fun, said with a grin, "Hey! Someone really did get lost!"

"Last time at Eldest Brother's tenth birthday banquet, everyone was there, but he was nowhere to be seen for half the day. Guess where we found him?"

"Eldest Brother, why are you pushing me?"

Qin Wudao coughed expressionlessly, but Qin Qingni ignored him and continued, "By the pond in the rear hall! And he insisted he was admiring the fish!"

"The funniest part is–" she clapped her hands, "There weren't even any fish in that pond! Hahaha!"

"It's only since then that this custom started, with all the Young Masters entering together."

Qin Zhaoer snickered, Qin Xuanji suppressed his laughter and shook his head, even Qin Wangchuan couldn't help but curve his lips.

Only Qin Wudao remained expressionless, "...Let's go."

Ye Jianwei lowered her head, not laughing out loud, but the corners of her mouth secretly curved—so these high and mighty Qin Clan Young Masters also bickered like this in private.

Qin Wangchuan held Ye Jianwei's hand as he listened to them discuss embarrassing childhood stories, slowly walking towards the back door of the main hall.

Inside the hall, his mother had already begun to preside over the event.

"Today, we are honored by the presence of all fellow Daoists to celebrate my son's tenth birthday. My husband is away on a journey, so I will preside in his stead. I hope for your understanding." Yun Qiuying, also a Yun Clan Prodigy, spoke confidently to the many important figures, her eyes full of self-assurance.

"Madam Yun is too kind!"

"It is rumored that the Ninth Young Master possesses the Longevity Immortal Body. Is this true?"

After a few rounds of greetings, the topic naturally turned to Qin Wangchuan.

Yun Qiuying was about to say something when a maidservant suddenly approached and whispered in her ear.

She chuckled and looked at everyone, "Since everyone has many questions, why not ask the main character himself?"

As she spoke, the hall doors opened in response.

Fourth Young Master Qin Kuangge and Fifth Young Master Qin Qingzheng stood on either side, one pushing the door open, the other gesturing an invitation.

Qin Kuangge grinned and said in a low voice, "Ninth Brother, don't be nervous."

Qin Qingzheng nodded slightly, "Hiding the sword for ten years, only to enter the world for a moment. Go."

Qin Wangchuan smiled calmly, handed Ye Jianwei to his fifth sister, and stepped in alone.

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Inside the hall, the originally noisy guests instantly fell silent.

All eyes focused on Qin Wangchuan as he entered.

Even the Holy Lords and elders who were conversing fell silent, as if their breaths had stopped for a moment.

The young man was extremely handsome, but not in a gentle, jade-like way—his brow bones were high and sharp, his nose bridge straight as if carved from a knife, and his thin lips pressed into a cold, stern line.

What was most captivating were his eyes, as dark as ink, bottomless, as if they could pierce through one's heart.

He walked slowly, his dark robe surging like the night as he moved.

The dragon patterns secretly embroidered on the hem of his robe appeared and disappeared with his steps, emitting a dark golden flow under the candlelight.

A white jade pendant at his waist swayed gently with his steps, making a crisp sound that was particularly clear in the silent hall.

"This is... the true appearance of the Ninth Young Master?" A female cultivator's fan dropped to the floor with a "pat," the sound exceptionally jarring in the dead silence of the hall.

Even Eldest Princess Jiang Xuanli's lips curved into a satisfied smile.

However, this was not a comfortable sight for Li Qingluan, who was already seated.

She felt as if her belongings had been offended.

Yun Qiuying walked over, pretending to help him tidy his collar, but whispered in his ear, "Why are you wearing this outfit?"

Originally, he should have been wearing white, making the young man appear as ethereal and refined as a banished immortal.

But Qin Wangchuan was wearing a Black Gold Xuan Robe, exuding an imposing aura.

Although it was in line with Qin Clan's attire, it was clearly inappropriate for this banquet.

"I think this looks good," Qin Wangchuan replied softly.

Yun Qiuying nodded upon hearing this and said no more.

Gently patting his mother's hand to signal reassurance, Qin Wangchuan walked forward alone.

Invisible steps seemed to support him, and with each step he took, an ancient lamp in the hall would ignite, illuminating his deep eyes and brows.

Finally, he stopped before the main seat, his gaze sweeping across everyone in the hall.

"Everyone—"

His voice wasn't loud, but it boomed like heavenly thunder, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Today's banquet, I am grateful for your presence."

"Since you have all taken your seats, then let us--"

The corners of his lips curved upward, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

"Begin the feast!"

Following that, the hall suddenly erupted in congratulatory sounds. Forces from all sides rose to their feet, raising their cups in celebration.

The important figures discussed major affairs, while the lesser figures focused more of their attention on Qin Wangchuan.

The reason was simple: the aura emanating from the young man was too extraordinary.

Longevity Immortal Body + Supreme Dao Heart + years of nourishment from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures + twenty-five times the origin.

Under these numerous buffs, his aura reached an unbelievable level. It wasn't a refined and ethereal aura, but rather a sense of--

"Deterrence."

That's right.

Just by sitting there, even with his power fully restrained, an unimaginable pressure washed over them, constantly announcing his presence.

An oppressive aura that commanded respect without anger.

But at the same time, this aura also left most female cultivators entranced, as if their souls had been drawn out, staring at him blankly.

Even Jiang Xuanli, who had seen many handsome men in the world, had her gaze momentarily falter, unable to look away.

"Ninth Young Master is already this heaven-defying upon entering the world; I can't even imagine what his future holds..." someone noticed this scene and whispered in admiration.

Setting aside his strength for now, just looking at this scene was enough to know that he would be surrounded by admirers in the future.

Amidst this clamor, Li Qingluan's gaze never left Qin Wangchuan.

She lightly tapped her wine cup with her fingertips, the corners of her lips curving into a half-smile.

Only after the guests had finished their greetings did Li Qingluan step forward and take a seat beside Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Wangchuan wasn't surprised by her arrival, but his gaze occasionally drifted to the side.

The Li Clan members were currently engaged in pleasant conversation with the Qin Clan elders.

He looked at this scene and asked Li Qingluan without turning his head:

"I seem to recall hearing that the one entering a Marriage Alliance with me was from the Li Clan."

"Don't you have any information about that?"