What Belonged to Him, and So Did the Person
Qin Ming nodded, slightly embarrassed. "Yes."
"Xuantian Pavilion was originally famous for selling all kinds of exquisite magical Law Artifact and rare items, but since when has it become associated with... some erotic items and strange costumes."
"This move not only attracted attention and criticism, but also caused some forces to distance themselves from the Xuantian Pavilion..."
Qin Wangchuan was not surprised by this.
If it weren't for the fact that Xuantian Pavilion was related to him, he wouldn't have thought it was any legitimate force.
However, this also causes many people to overlook the advantages of the Xuantian Pavilion.
"Criticism is inevitable, but the key is what lies behind it."
"Behind?"
Qin Ming was puzzled.
In his view, Xuantian Pavilion was, after all, a Great Power renowned Upper Thousand Provinces.
Selling these vulgar trinkets is tantamount to lowering one's own status.
Most people think so too.
Most people only saw the surface, but no one saw the terrifying speed of the Xuantian Pavilion's expansion.
As long as there is a continuous supply of Spirit Stone, the power can expand rapidly, and the channels and influence brought about by the expansion can in turn support sales, creating a snowball effect.
As things stand now.
The Xuantian Pavilion's influence has completely covered the Lower Thousand Provinces and Middle Thousand Provinces.
Its scope is so vast that it even faintly surpasses the territory that most Immortal Power have cultivated for millennia.
This means...
Qin Wangchuan's will was enough to reach more than half of the territory of the Three Thousand Provinces in an instant.
The techniques of the Chuanliu Pavilion can also be spread to places that even the Qin Clan has never set foot in.
That's what's truly terrifying.
'However, expanding too quickly isn't good either; there's no time to manage it.'
'It would be great if we had someone with that kind of talent.'
As he was pondering this, Qin Wangchuan's gaze inadvertently swept across the street below and suddenly caught a familiar scent.
"That is..."
Qin Ming followed the gaze and subconsciously asked, "The Imperial Clan Wang Clan?"
Downstairs, Wang Xuance had just arrived in Yicheng.
He casually strolled around the city, scanning with his Divine Sense and discovering that the other Imperial Clan had all sent people.
As expected, Chu Wujiu and his group didn't show up, which put my mind at ease.
However, he was still somewhat uneasy.
I plan to come to the Qin Clan's residence to find out if Qin Wangchuan has arrived, so I can prepare myself mentally in advance.
As soon as Wang Xuance reached the building entrance, before he could even ask a question, the Qin Clan Disciple guarding the entrance had already bowed in greeting.
"Young Master, my Divine Son is waiting for you."
Wang Xuance: "..."
Well, it really happened!
This guy is everywhere.
Upon receiving a definite answer, Wang Xuance's first reaction was to turn around and leave.
But since I was already here...
He paused for a moment, then, with a stern face, stepped inside.
As for the several Wang Clan servants following behind, they were stopped by the Qin Clan Disciple.
There's no reason, just two words.
"Feel sorry."
The meaning is obvious.
My family only invited one person as a Divine Son.
No one else is allowed to enter.
Wang Xuance didn't seem to mind and waved for them to wait outside.
If Qin Wangchuan really wanted to do something, these few servants wouldn't be able to stop him at all.
I climbed to the top floor alone.
At the corner of the stairs, I just brushed past Qin Ming, who was coming downstairs.
Qin Ming nodded slightly in acknowledgment, while Wang Xuance simply nodded expressionlessly.
The top floor is an exquisite open-air viewing pavilion.
The surrounding area was isolated from the noise by an array, a gentle breeze blew, and the view was wide open.
Inside the pavilion, Qin Wangchuan sat in the main seat, with clear tea and Spirit Fruit laid out on the jade table in front of him.
Ye Jianwei, her face veiled, sat quietly on a slightly lower seat to the side.
Her delicate hands caressed the strings of the zither, and the Zither Music flowed beautifully.
Like a stream gurgling over rocks, tranquil and serene.
Wang Xuance strode towards the pavilion, his gaze sweeping casually across the Ye Jianwei's neck—
A Silver Bell dangled from the girl's neck.
A very fine cloud-shaped pattern was also imprinted on the edge.
That was Qin Wangchuan's personal seal.
That's how things are.
People are naturally his people too.
Wang Xuance looked away, his face remaining calm.
She secretly curled her lip, thinking to herself:
Qin Wangchuan certainly knows how to enjoy himself.
He didn't stand on ceremony.
He walked straight to the seat opposite Qin Wangchuan, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp, as if he really had come to drink tea.
Qin Wangchuan's gaze remained fixed on the crack in the distant sky, and he spoke as if to himself:
"It seems like it's just the two of us who came this time."
He was referring to the truly influential core members of the Imperial Clan among his peers.
Wang Xuance didn't reply, inwardly grumbling:
I'd love for you not to come! Your arrival always means trouble!
Qin Wangchuan waited for a moment, but heard no reply, so he turned his head and glanced at him.
Wang Xuance remained the same, head held high, with an air of "I am the greatest under heaven."
Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself:
'I still can't stand him.'
For a moment, only Ye Jianwei and melodious zither Zither Music remained inside the pavilion.
After a moment of silence, Wang Xuance felt the atmosphere was really awkward.
Having drunk the tea and seen the person, confirming that this jinx was indeed there, it was time for him to leave.
He put down his teacup and got up to leave.
I had only taken two steps when the sound of a teacup lightly tapping against the jade table behind me was clear and jarring.
"Wang Xuance."
Wang Xuance stopped upon hearing this, but did not turn around, remaining with his back to him, waiting for the next words.
"Speaking of which," Qin Wangchuan's voice came from behind.
"Even though that happened, we haven't really talked about it properly yet."
"What are you going to talk about?" Wang Xuance asked, feigning ignorance.
"About the Wang Clan."
"And, you've always harbored resentment towards me."
"A grudge?!"
Wang Xuance suddenly turned around, and his long-suppressed emotions suddenly erupted.
"Of course there's some resentment!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with almost uncontrollable resentment, each word seeming to be forced out of his chest:
"Don't you even know how many people in our Wang Clan have died because of you!"
Wang Xuance had barely finished speaking—
Clang!
A sharp, ear-piercing Zither Music suddenly exploded, not entering his ears, but echoing directly in the depths of his mind!
"Ugh...!"
Wang Xuance swayed violently, his vision went black, and he was in Divine Soul pain. He almost collapsed to the ground.
He managed to steady himself, shook his head vigorously, and looked at the blind woman sitting behind the zither table with shock and horror.
Qin Wangchuan's maid is that strong?!
"Seeing the subtle signs."
Qin Wangchuan's voice fell calmly.
The Zither Music stopped abruptly, returning to its previous tranquil, flowing melody.
Ye Jianwei kept her head down, her eyes covered by White Veil, her delicate hands playing the zither.
Although he didn't raise his eyes, his mind had already locked onto Wang Xuance.
'The Wang Clan...' she murmured to herself.
'His attempt to murder the Young Master back then failed, and he was severely injured instead.'
'Now, instead of reflecting on their actions, they dare to speak to the Young Master in such a tone.'
The Zither Music remained gentle and melodious, but beneath the abyss of the young girl's heart burned a raging inferno.
'Young Master is so good; he is the only light in this turbid world.'
'What is the Wang Clan anyway, and what are you, Wang Xuance?'
'Why don't you just die!'