How She Escaped the Heavenly Emperor's Notice

Qin Xuanji seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then nodded naturally, his tone relaxed:

"Of course, don't you believe me, Eldest Brother?"

Qin Wudao slowly turned around, his gaze falling like two tangible Sword Light.

Under such a serious gaze, Qin Xuanji's smile gradually faded, eventually turning into a helpless sigh.

"Fine," he shrugged, "So I couldn't hide it from you after all, did I, Eldest Brother?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently peeled her cheek.

As if an invisible film had been torn away, his appearance underwent a subtle change.

"Alright," Qin Xuanji said, spreading his hands in a sincere tone.

Qin Wudao didn't speak, but continued to look at him, his brows slightly furrowed.

Although he couldn't see clearly, his intuition told him—something was wrong.

Sure enough, under that gaze, Qin Xuanji finally couldn't keep his composure any longer.

After giving a wry smile that said, "I really can't do anything with you," he peeled off two more layers.

His originally delicate and slightly scholarly features have become sharper, and his eyes seem to have deepened. His temperament has changed from gentle and reserved to reveal an indescribable sense of aloofness and mystery.

"It's really gone."

He had barely finished speaking—

Buzz!

Qin Wudao's Dao Ji Sword, sheath and blade together, shot out without warning, aiming straight for Qin Xuanji's face!

This strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless, carrying with it a hint of anger at being toyed with.

The scabbard pierced through his head without him even noticing, only creating a ripple.

The figure disintegrated like a reflection in water, while the sword sank heavily into the scorched earth in the distance.

Fake.

"What are you doing, Eldest Brother? Let's go."

Qin Xuanji's voice came from behind Qin Wudao.

Qin Wudao's pupils suddenly contracted. He didn't turn around immediately, but stared intently at the dissipating afterimage in front of him, his fingers gripping the sword tightening slightly.

When...?

During the confrontation just now, the aura, the reaction, the recoil from the clash of Sword Intent... it was clearly the work of True Person.

But when and how exactly should it be replaced?

He was completely unaware.

Footsteps sounded from behind. Qin Xuanji had already walked several feet away. As if guessing his confusion, she spoke without turning her head, her voice drifting on the wind:

"[All Things Bear My Mark]."

"Mountains, rocks, flowing water, even a wisp of Spiritual Qi wandering between heaven and earth... anything I can reach can briefly become one of my avatars."

"The drawback is that only one avatar can be manifested within the range of a single 'gaze'."

"The advantage is... that I and my avatar can switch positions at any time."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of helpless humor:

"At first, it seemed pointless, but as I practiced, before I knew it... it was everywhere."

Qin Wudao stared intently at his retreating figure, but in the blink of an eye, the figure had vanished.

Almost simultaneously, a hand gently landed on his shoulder.

"How do you feel about this Natal Dharma?" Qin Xuanji's smiling voice was close to my ear.

Qin Wudao's shoulder slumped as he released the hand, letting out a soft snort.

"The way of the rats."

Qin Xuanji wasn't annoyed; she nodded repeatedly, her tone so sincere it was almost perfunctory.

"Yes, yes, you scoundrel, you scoundrel."

"However," Qin Wudao continued, his gaze unwavering, "Since the only solution is to exchange positions, it's not without a solution."

"Next time, I'll blast you and the entire area apart."

"Oh?" Qin Xuanji turned his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "What, Heavenly Punishment wasn't severe enough? I've been on guard against that move all along."

"And my Eldest Brother."

He paused, then lowered his voice slightly:

"I've only told you about my Natal Dharma abilities, so don't tell anyone else."

Qin Wudao remained silent for a moment, then let out a very soft, cold snort.

"A scoundrel."

"Enough! Who said we shouldn't use swords or magic? And now they can't even handle it?"

After speaking, he remained silent for a moment.

Qin Xuanji glanced into the distance; the black smoke from the falling Sky Patrol Throne was still slowly rising in the sky, like a scar branded on the heavens.

He glanced again at Qin Kuangge and Qin Qingzheng, who were supporting each other in the distance.

The playful expression on his face gradually faded, and his voice softened:

"That's... fine too."

"Our Lineage has had it too easy these past few years. So easy that we've forgotten that comfort itself is the most slow poison."

"This defeat, this pain... is precisely a powerful medicine."

He paused, a hint of expectation in his voice:

"Let them see the gap with their own eyes, and experience firsthand what powerlessness and despair truly mean. Before real destruction descends, let them experience enough setbacks... This is the lesson the Lineage's future needs most."

"Keep it up, everyone!"

"At this level... it's far from enough."

"You're not good enough either," Qin Wudao suddenly said.

"Shut up, Eldest Brother! When I get serious, I'll beat you in no time."

Having said that, the two said no more, turned around and headed towards Qin Wangchuan's direction, walking side by side across the scorched earth.

Together with Qin Kuangge and Qin Qingzheng, the four arrived Cloudrest City had been reduced to ruins.

Fortunately, the city had already been evacuated. Apart from Qin Wangchuan and Qin Hongchen, an old figure still stood amidst the ruins.

Upon seeing this, the group immediately knelt down and bowed in respect:

"Old Ancestor."

Only Qin Wudao remained standing, squinting as if trying to discern something.

"Old Ancestor?"

"Stop looking." Qin Xuanji pressed him down.

Qin Taiyi's Dharma Body had a solemn expression, his gaze falling on the exposed bones at the severed neck of the headless female corpse on the ground—there, a warm and pure pale golden luster, quite different from that of ordinary bones, was faintly flowing.

He gazed at the scene for several breaths before slowly uttering those four words:

"Complete Immortal Bones."

Qin Hongchen trembled violently.

Qin Wangchuan lowered his head even further—he had already anticipated this answer.

Looking across all the heavens, there is only this one thing that can completely deceive the Heavenly Emperor's gaze.

Qin Xuanji and the others also tensed up; everyone present understood the meaning behind those four words.

His Complete Immortal Bones, devoid of any destiny, an existence that transcends the karma of the Three Thousand Provinces.

This also means that this thing could never have been born naturally; there must be something manipulating it behind the scenes.

"All the Immortal Bone of the Three Thousand Provinces have fallen into the hands of my Qin Clan. There is absolutely no possibility of creating a second one. They must be from Alien Race."

"Without the blessing of Secret Method, without the neutralization of Supreme Bone, and with the addition of inferior filling methods, Sacrificial Bone were used."

"A flawed product, a mixture of Sacrificial Bone and Immortal Bone."

"The only use of this defective product is to obscure the Heavenly Secrets, attempting... to infiltrate my Qin Clan."

"This was premeditated."