Holy shit, there's a cow! A cow!

The Qin Clan naturally kept countless rare and exotic beasts, including many ferocious creatures with High Antiquity bloodlines.

Although the Nine-Flame Golden Crow is extraordinary, in terms of seniority, it is probably not qualified to rule and dominate there.

"Did the Sacrificial Bone we fed them earlier come out stronger?"

Qin Wangchuan shook his head, no longer wanting to think about it.

He pushed open the door and stepped out, the warm sunlight falling on his shoulders.

The flames of war have been extinguished.

The Qin Clan still stands peacefully above the Cloud Sea, their palaces stretching endlessly, their pavilions painted in vermilion, so quiet and serene.

After giving Ye Jianwei a few instructions, he headed towards his fourth brother's residence.

Before even arriving, a remarkable sight could be seen in the courtyard from afar:

Qin Kuangge was standing under an ancient tree, his hands gripping the hilt of a longsword still in its sheath.

He stood in a horse stance, his face flushed, his Spiritual Power surging throughout his body, locked in a fierce struggle with the sword.

In front of him, Qin Qingzheng sat leisurely on a stone bench under a tree, watching his fourth brother pull up radishes with a calm expression.

"Give me the money—!"

Qin Kuangge let out a low roar, his arm muscles bulging, and the sword sheath seemed to loosen for a moment.

A flicker of joy crossed his eyes, but the next moment—

Buzz!

An overwhelming, icy force emanated from the sword and erupted with a deafening roar!

"Ouch!"

Qin Kuangge was sent flying backward, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

In contrast, the long sword hovered in mid-air.

The sword hummed softly, carrying a hint of aloofness and solitude.

"Hey, I really can't pull it out." Qin Kuangge got up, dusted himself off, and glared at the sword with a face full of resentment. "Fifth Sister, you didn't secretly put some kind of restriction on it, did you?"

"How is that possible?" Qin Qingzheng raised his hand and gestured.

The suspended longsword flew into her hand as if it had a spirit.

His fingertips lightly traced the ancient scabbard, his voice calm and undisturbed. "Frost Heaven is my innate Law Treasure; no one but me can draw it."

Qin Wangchuan happened to walk up nearby and, seeing this scene, couldn't help but laugh:

"Fourth Brother, you were looking for me?"

Qin Kuangge turned around upon hearing the voice, and paused for a moment before replying, "No."

He then grinned and waved, saying, "Since you're here, perfect timing, come and sit for a while."

"I was just talking to Lao Wu about your past feats."

Qin Kuangge rubbed his chest as he spoke, grinning as he said:

"Wow! Eldest Brother's still strong... It doesn't feel good to be pinned to the ground and beaten like that."

"I even said things would be different if we had this sword, but we can't even pull it out."

Qin Qingzheng, standing to the side, lowered his eyes, his fingertips lightly brushing against the ancient longsword lying across his lap, his voice carrying a rare hint of confusion:

"I never expected that the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body could withstand the blade of my Emperor Sword with its pure physical body."

"This isn't even a complete Emperor Weapon, is it?" Qin Kuangge glanced at the sword. "A companion Spirit Artifact grows with its master. This Frost Heaven is at most Quasi-Emperor Weapon right now."

"It has nothing to do with rank, it's simply not enough..." Qin Qingzheng murmured.

It's not that the sword is inadequate, but rather that the strength is insufficient.

She had not yet entered that state of perfect harmony between man and sword.

Companion Spirit Sword, huh...?

With a thought, Qin Wangchuan took out his Ten Directions Profound Sword.

Although this sword was not born with you, it still possesses unique growth potential.

"Speaking of which..." Just then, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Qin Qingzheng:

"Fifth Sister, I don't think I've ever seen you before, Frost Heaven Sword Spirit?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Qingzheng lightly tapped the scabbard with his fingertips. "When my sword was first created, its grade was too high, and its spirituality was extremely pure, making it difficult to nurture an independent Sword Spirit."

"But it's you."

As she spoke, her gaze inadvertently swept over the sword in Qin Wangchuan's hand, and a sharp glint suddenly appeared in her usually calm and indifferent eyes.

"Where did you get this sword?" Qin Qingzheng was also a sword enthusiast, and he reached out to borrow it for a look.

Qin Wangchuan handed over the sword, and at the same time, he took the Frost Heaven that Qin Qingzheng casually handed over.

Qin Qingzheng took the Ten Directions Profound Sword. It felt slightly heavy in his hand. The scabbard was ancient and simple, with mysterious patterns hidden in it.

She tried to grip the hilt of the sword, applying slight pressure—

It remained completely still.

This sword, too, lacks Sword Spirit, yet it rejects me.

Far from being annoyed, her interest only grew stronger.

As his fingertips brushed against the scabbard, the ancient characters on the sword, imbued with Dao Rhyme, seemed to respond, emerging from the scabbard and shimmering with a faint, clear light.

"Ten Directions... Mystic Law Sword." Qin Qingzheng murmured, then nodded in satisfaction, "A good name, a good Sword Intent."

"But this scabbard doesn't quite match it."

"In a few days, I'll find you someone more suitable."

Qin Kuangge, who was standing to the side, did not say anything, but his eyes followed the conversation with curiosity.

Just as Qin Wangchuan received Frost Heaven and, out of curiosity, tried to grip the hilt of the sword—

Qin Kuangge's gaze unconsciously drifted over.

He was stunned at first glance.

Almost simultaneously, Qin Qingzheng's mind jolted, and he abruptly turned his head!

The moment Qin Wangchuan gripped the hilt of the Frostsky Sword, the surrounding Spiritual Qi surged violently!

An invisible wind rose up around him, stirring the clouds above, creating the illusion that the wind and clouds were gathering!

A palpable tremor, like the awakening of a sleeping Giant Beast, emanated faintly from the ancient sword sheath!

Something is awakening...

However, this phenomenon lasted only a moment.

The storm suddenly subsided, and the Spiritual Pressure calmed down.

The Frost Heaven in Qin Wangchuan's hand remained motionless, lying quietly in its sheath, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

"Call--"

Qin Kuangge breathed a long sigh of relief, patting his chest, "That scared me to death! I thought you could really pull it out, Ninth Brother."

"How could that be?" Qin Wangchuan shook his head with a smile, handing Frost Heaven back to Qin Qingzheng, but a hint of hesitation lingered in his expression. "However..."

He definitely felt it for that brief moment.

It's as if something... is whispering.

Qin Qingzheng silently accepted Frost Heaven.

She didn't speak immediately, but instead looked down at the sword in her hand. With a clear, resonant sound like ice cracking, she easily pulled the sword half a foot out.

The icy, bone-chilling Sword Light illuminated her beautiful yet slightly dazed profile.

His fingertips traced the cold Sword Spine, his eyelids slightly lowered, lost in thought.

They chatted for a few more minutes, discussing the outcome of their previous battle with Qin Hongchen.

Qin Kuangge patted Qin Wangchuan on the shoulder and said loudly, "Ninth Brother, don't overthink it."

"Although you lost, you didn't lose unjustly!"

"Sixth Brother's Natal Dharma is practically monstrous; even I would find it very difficult to face him. It's already quite remarkable that you've lasted this long."

Qin Wangchuan knew that his fourth brother was afraid that the defeat would dampen his spirits, so he nodded in agreement:

"Don't worry, Fourth Brother, I know what I'm doing."

He really didn't take it to heart.

The difference in their cultivation levels was as vast as an insurmountable chasm. He had no hope of winning, and he could even clearly sense that Sixth Brother was holding back, and by more than a little.

But a gap is a gap.

I still need to get stronger.

Qin Wangchuan sighed inwardly.

After exchanging a few more casual words about cultivation experiences and the recent situation of their Lineage, they got up to take their leave.