Han Han, Come!

"Oh?" Li Qingluan's fingertips lightly caressed the wine glass. Hearing this, she tilted her head slightly, a meaningful smile curving her lips. "I wonder what news Ninth Young Master is referring to?"

"For example, what's her name, what's her personality like, and so on." Qin Wangchuan spoke, his gaze not leaving the elders. They were already discussing how to unite in the future.

Li Qingluan chuckled lightly, her fingertip tapping the rim of the glass, producing a crisp sound.

"I don't know about that. I've only heard that she possesses the talent of a Prodigy and Peerless Phoenix Demeanor. I imagine she should be worthy of Young Master."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of lazy teasing.

This scene caused many to turn their heads.

They wanted to look, but dared not.

If the former Eldest Princess of the dynasty, Jiang Xuanli, was a blooming peony, charming and alluring.

Then she, Li Qingluan, was a sword quenched in ice.

Her entire being exuded frost. Before the blade was drawn, the chill had seeped into the bone marrow.

No need for a clang, no need for bloodshed. Just a sideways glance—three parts of absolute purity pressing down on the throat, seven parts of aloof arrogance carving into the heart.

As for why they had this perception, those Prodigies and Holy Sons she had killed or injured understood it deeply.

"The talent of a Prodigy, Peerless Phoenix Demeanor?" Qin Wangchuan tapped his fingers on the table, a hint of playfulness appearing in his eyes. "That sounds... like someone boasting about themselves."

"Do you truly not know?"

Li Qingluan met his gaze, not avoiding it at all. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her red lips parting: "I don't."

They looked at each other for a moment, the clamor of the hall seeming to be shut out. The air around them seemed to congeal.

"Swear it?"

"Of course..." The corners of her eyes curved, a cunning light rippling in her pupils, like a cat that had stolen fish. She tapped the table lightly with her fingertip, "If I lie, I'm a puppy."

Keep pretending. Let's see how long you can keep this up.

How could Qin Wangchuan's mind not detect it? It was just that this Li Qingluan was too strange.

She was cold to others, but only to him would she reveal her playful side.

Fine.

He'd play along.

As the wine flowed, the hall grew noisier.

In a corner of the hall, Ye Jianwei's slender fingers glided over the zither strings, playing the melody of Qingping Yue with flowing grace.

Suddenly, her fingertips paused almost imperceptibly, but the zither music didn't falter at all.

She immediately transmitted her voice:

'Young Master, someone is acting strange, in the southeast corner.'

'Got it.'

Qin Wangchuan tapped his fingertips on the table, his gaze sweeping over all the guests without a ripple, finally settling on a thin young man by the corridor pillar in the southeast corner.

Without a doubt, this was Han Han.

Although he had no aura, making him hard to notice, all of this was useless in front of Ye Jianwei.

After all, she had no eyes, nor did she use Divine Sense, but rather observed the world through her zither music.

"It's about time." Qin Wangchuan murmured in his heart.

'While the banquet is in full swing, someone suggests a martial arts gathering. Judging by what happens next, this person who made the suggestion is probably an accomplice...'

As expected, the next moment someone slammed the table and stood up:

"Everyone, it's rare to have so many talented individuals gathered today. Why don't we have a martial arts gathering and explore the Great Dao together?"

Here it comes!

Qin Wangchuan's eyes sharpened, and he looked up--

He saw Qin Wudao standing with his hands behind his back, his white clothes as pure as snow, his sleeves fluttering without wind, like an immortal descending to the mortal realm.

It's Eldest Brother...

This was within Qin Wangchuan's expectations.

After all, the only people who could say such a thing were Eldest Brother and Fourth Brother.

"Chu Qingyan." Qin Wudao uttered a name, then turned and walked towards the hall entrance without looking back, saying coldly, "Do I have to invite you?"

Chu Qingyan chuckled and followed: "I thought you had forgotten about our last appointment."

"Be careful, I'm well-prepared this time."

Before his words could even fall, a white figure suddenly floated out from the east side of the seating area.

The man in white "swished" open his Folding Fan, his smile gentle. He first glanced at Chu Qingyan, then his gaze fell on Qin Wudao: "Two against one, that's fair for you, right?"

The candlelight in the hall suddenly flickered joyfully. From the west side seating area, a Figure in black robes "swished" to their feet.

The wine gourd hanging from the person's waist swayed with the movement, spilling a few drops of mellow fragrance.

"Since it's already two against one..." He casually slung the heavy sword over his shoulder, the copper bells tied to the sword tassel jingling, "How about three against one?"

"No matter." Qin Wudao didn't even pause his steps, his voice still calm.

"Come at me together."

The people in the hall watched the backs of the few figures leaving, and the place immediately erupted.

"As expected of Qin Wudao! Facing prodigies from several families, he doesn't even bother to look back!" A young cultivator's face was flushed with excitement.

"If we were to rank the strength of current Great Emperors, I'm afraid no one could say for sure." The old man beside him stroked his long beard, a sharp glint flashing in his cloudy eyes, "But if we're talking about who is the leader among Quasi-Emperors--"

He looked towards the white-robed figure in the center of the arena, his voice suddenly deepening: "It must be Qin Wudao of the Qin Clan!"

"This demeanor, this calmness... I heard that even Chu Qingyan couldn't last ten moves against him last time!" someone whispered in awe.

Praise rose and fell among the crowd. Only Qin Wangchuan's mouth twitched, and he exchanged a look with his second brother in the corner--

Eldest Brother's demeanor isn't calm at all, it's clearly...

He knew it too well.

In Qin Wudao's "indiscriminate, all beings equal" eyes, whether you were a peerless prodigy or a stray dog by the roadside, you were all just moving stick figures.

Truly, if he pretended for one more second, he'd be exposed.

But the leader of Quasi-Emperors? This title is new to me.

Qin Wangchuan sighed slightly.

Although he knew his Eldest Brother was strong, he never imagined he was this strong!

He was already a Quasi-Emperor, and was even called the leader.

Seeing this, his fourth brother Qin Kuangge let out a few loud laughs and stepped forward, looking towards the Yan Clan's direction and speaking: "Since Eldest Brother has already started..."

"Yan Yun, how long are you going to wait?"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became fervent. A crimson shadow shot up from the Yan Clan's seating area, and Yan Yun leaped into the arena, his robes billowing like fire.

"Hahaha! Qin the Fourth, I've been waiting for you to say that today!" He laughed wildly, smashing the table in front of him. As wine splashed, he pointed at Qin Kuangge, "If I don't beat you until you kneel and call me grandpa, I'll take your surname!"

Qin Kuangge grinned sinisterly and tore open his brocade robe, revealing his muscles: "With your amateurish Burning Heaven Art?"

The two walked out, cursing each other, and all the tables and chairs along their path exploded.

"It's always the same few people at most banquets, so this kind of thing is quite common," Li Qingluan explained considerately.

Qin Wangchuan nodded, then, to her surprised gaze, he stood up.

"Do you have someone you want to spar with?"

"No. But there's something I must do." Qin Wangchuan said, and walked out of the hall on his own.

A murmur immediately arose in the hall.

"Is the Ninth Young Master looking for someone to spar with? I wonder who it will be..." A young cultivator's eyes widened, forgetting to put down his wine cup.

An old man beside him stroked his beard and pondered, "The most likely candidate should be that person from the Yun Clan. They are of similar age and both possess an immortal body."

"Not necessarily!" another person slammed the table. "It could also be someone from the Zhou Clan! The Zhou Clan angered the Qin Clan before, perhaps they will use this opportunity to establish their might."

A few female cultivators in the corner whispered to each other, "Who do you think the Ninth Young Master has cultivated to? I can't see through him."

"The Longevity Immortal Body cultivates slowly, he should be in the Third Realm?"

"Did you forget the Ninth Young Master has an immortal bone all over his body? I guess he should be in the Fourth Realm!"

"Fourth Realm?! I think the possibility is slim..."

Amidst the discussion, Li Qingluan watched Qin Wangchuan's receding back, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the wine glass.

She suddenly realized that her usually low-key little fiancé's back now carried a hint of decisiveness.

At the hall entrance, Qin Wangchuan's steps suddenly paused.

His back to everyone, his robes fluttering slightly in the cross-hall wind, he suddenly turned, his gaze fixed directly on the corner of the hall--

"Han Han!"

This clear shout echoed in the hall, startling the trays held by several maids.

All the guests whispered to each other, looking around, but they didn't know who Han Han was.

Li Qingluan's fingertips paused, her wine cup stopped at her lips, and she followed Qin Wangchuan's gaze--

She saw that behind the pillar in the farthest corner, a thin young man slowly straightened up.

The half-eaten spirit fruit in his hand stopped at his lips, but his eyes were as clear as stars, meeting Qin Wangchuan's gaze without flinching. Although his figure was slender, his back was straight, like a new bamboo stubbornly growing in the wind and snow.

"Since you've come for me, why hide?"

"--Come!"

Waiting was not Qin Wangchuan's style.

He wanted to take the initiative!