Xuantian Pavilion's Tarnished Reputation

The Ancient Dragon Minor Realm is located in the Central Province of the Glazed Realm, so there's still some distance to go.

There are many things you can do along this route.

She wore a pure white fairy dress, her eyes covered by a hazy White Veil.

She clearly had the appearance of an untainted, aloof, and ethereal fairy.

But a delicate Silver Bell was tied conspicuously around her slender neck.

Her ethereal beauty and the subtle ringing of the bell create a breathtakingly perfect contrast.

In its physical form, the Dragon Scale can transform into a form similar to Divine Soul, overlooking the world.

She watched Ye Jianwei bend down with curiosity.

Beyond curiosity, there was an indescribable longing and yearning.

'I'm so envious...'

Although her physical form appears young, she is in fact a High Antiquity spirit that has been refined over tens of thousands of years.

The long period of solitude and slumber did not extinguish certain instinctive emotions and needs; they were merely deeply suppressed.

Can I do it too?

The moment this thought crossed her mind, her lower abdomen—the spot corresponding to the contract she made with Qin Wangchuan and the Dragon Pattern bearing the character "Chuan"—felt as if scorched by an invisible flame, suddenly becoming intensely hot.

A surge of emotion, originating from the depths of one's blood, then welled up within them.

Immediately following was a wave of disappointment.

She was rejected when she tried to have sex with him last time... which is perfectly normal.

Thinking this, Dragon Scale turned her gaze to the Cloud Sea and the land rushing past outside the carriage.

Something in the distance is calling to me.

'Would there be an opportunity there...?'

The chariot did not stop at the border of Central Province, but flew straight to the Core Region of this realm - Yicheng.

Over Yicheng.

A massive spatial rift, stretching across the sky and edged with a dreamy pink glow, has already taken shape.

This is the initial connection between the Ancient Dragon Minor Realm and the main space of the Glazed Realm.

The cracks are not yet fully stable.

However, the pure Dragon Qi and ancient pressure emanating from it have permeated the entire sky, attracting countless greedy or cautious gazes.

As time goes by, this crack will fully expand, transforming into a stable "Dragon Gate".

At that time, the True Dragon Tribe, which has been hidden from the world for thousands of years, will officially return to the world.

The area inside and outside Yicheng was already overflowing with people.

In the sky, all sorts of Flying Magic Treasure and Spirit Beast chariots flew by in an endless stream, leaving streaks of light in their wake.

Not only were there cultivators from all over the Three Thousand Provinces, but also a large number of local cultivators and mortals attracted by the battle of the gods.

Although they may not be qualified to enter the ancient small world, they are still trying to get a share of the pie in this grand event.

As the Qin Clan's carriage approached the airspace above Yicheng, its speed decreased.

Below, monks in uniform were directing air traffic and maintaining basic order.

However, none of this concerns Qin Wangchuan.

True Imperial Clan, of course, have no need to abide by these public rules.

The best locations in Yicheng had already been occupied by the Imperial Clan who arrived early, as well as a few top Immortal Power.

A dedicated platform for parking and viewing buildings were constructed.

The carriage landed smoothly.

The palace gates opened, and Qin Wangchuan stepped out, holding Ye Jianwei's hand.

The Qin Clan, who had been waiting there, immediately bowed and said in unison:

"We pay homage to the Divine Son!"

The voices were unified, conveying a deep sense of awe.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over the leading youth, finding him somewhat familiar, and then he smiled:

"Qin Ming?"

This person was none other than Qin Ming, a member of the Qin Clan who, along with Tongtian Sinan, was in charge of the newly established Chuanliu Pavilion in the Tongtian Realm of Middle Thousand Provinces.

This was also the first time Qin Wangchuan realized that he had like-minded people.

But he should be at Middle Tongtian right now.

Although Qin Ming had expected this, his eyes still lit up:

"The Divine Son still remembers me!"

"Of course I remember."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly, then casually asked as he walked forward, "What brings you here?"

Qin Ming lagged half a step behind and respectfully replied, "Your Divine Son, I had a premonition that you might attend this grand event, so I proactively applied to the clan for a transfer to come here and make some preparations for you, and also..."

"I'd also like to report some information to you."

"Oh?" Qin Wangchuan didn't stop walking. "Senior Tongtian Sinan, how have you been lately?"

Qin Wangchuan's heart stirred slightly at the mention of that extraordinary old man.

During this period, he was busy with various things and indeed neglected the development of new Daoist methods and the attention of the Chuanliu Pavilion.

Qin Ming's expression darkened, and his tone became heavy:

"His old man... is not well."

That's why he came here.

As they spoke, the group entered the largest building in the city.

The interior decoration is simple yet grand, exuding an extraordinary aura that contrasts sharply with the bustling city outside.

At this moment, every inch of land in the city is extremely valuable, and countless forces are fighting tooth and nail for a foothold.

But the tallest building in the entire complex had already been silently acquired by the Qin Clan.

During the conversation, it was learned that Tongtian Sinan had been working tirelessly, day and night, to simplify the various methods he had passed down.

Things went smoothly enough, without any major problems.

The crucial point is that his lifespan is nearing its end, and the aura of death is beginning to permeate the air.

Qin Wangchuan nodded upon hearing this, feeling respect for the old man, and then ordered someone to send him some longevity pills.

For the Qin Clan Imperial Clan, talent may be important, but it is by no means the only factor.

With the Qin Clan's vast resources and top-tier elixirs, extending their lives by tens of thousands of years is merely a matter of a word.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming's spirits lifted, and he bowed, saying:

"Yes! On behalf of Senior Si Nan, I thank the Divine Son for his great kindness!"

We arrived at the top of the building.

The view from here is excellent, offering a panoramic view of the entire Yicheng and even the pink crack in the distant sky.

"It's a good city," Qin Wangchuan remarked, gazing into the distance from the railing.

"The city is good, but the people aren't necessarily so," Qin Ming added from the side, his tone slightly helpless.

During his stay here these past few days, he has witnessed a large influx of high-level cultivators from outside the region.

While bringing opportunities, it also brought conflict and chaos.

There is no such thing as absolute bad in the world.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept across some corners of the city.

He saw that some local cultivators had received a large amount of high-grade Spirit Crystal for helping a disciple of an Immortal Power with a small favor.

I also saw some young disciples of the Imperial Clan spontaneously or in an organized manner mediating some disputes, maintaining basic order, and incidentally training themselves.

"For them, it is also fortuitous opportunity."

As they were talking, Qin Wangchuan's gaze was drawn to a magnificent carriage in the sky, adorned with colorful spiritual flowers and exuding a rich fragrance.

"What kind of force is that?" he asked.

Qin Ming looked in the direction of the voice and immediately replied, "Reporting to the Divine Son, that is a first-rate force from the Upper Thousand Provinces, the Flower God Valley."

"I heard they have already unified one realm and renamed it the Flower God Realm."

"With profound strength and a solid foundation, it is rumored that they are not far from reaching the threshold of Immortal Power."

Qin Wangchuan naturally knew what that threshold was.

A true Great Emperor was born.

By exhausting the resources of an entire realm to support a single Great Emperor, even the most insignificant Immortal Power.

However, a single Great Emperor is still far inferior to the Imperial Clan that has been passed down for Myriad Ages.

Qin Ming continued, pointing to several other prominent signs:

"Over there is Qilin Mountain, a first-rate power in the Upper Thousand Provinces. It is said that there is Qilin bloodline in the clan, but no one has ever seen its true face."

"And then there's the Martial God Hall; there are quite a few conflicts between the three forces."

"And over there... Xuantian Pavilion."

When the Xuantian Pavilion was mentioned, Qin Ming's expression became somewhat subtle. "The Xuantian Pavilion has spread extremely quickly recently, but its reputation isn't very good."

"Not a very good reputation?"

Qin Wangchuan turned to look at him with great interest.