The Qin Clan Has More Than Just One Monster

That was the hand of a Great Emperor!

Even if it were merely a hand descending rashly, it still carried the complete Laws of the Emperor, enough to crush mountains and rivers and suppress the ages!

But now—

It had been slashed off!

And the one who struck was not a Great Emperor of the Qin Clan.

It was a Quasi-Emperor who had yet to attain the Dao, severing a wrist with a single sword strike!

"BOOM—!"

After a brief silence, the entire banquet plaza erupted into chaos!

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body... can it truly challenge a Great Emperor?!" someone exclaimed, their voice filled with disbelief.

"The ancient records were actually true..." an elderly cultivator with white hair muttered to himself, his cloudy eyes reflecting the fragments of Laws falling from the sky. "When the Sacred Body reaches Great Completion, it can be called invincible in the current age!"

Though a Quasi-Emperor is strong, in the eyes of a Great Emperor, they are nothing more than an ant.

When Qin Wudao stepped forward to face the Great Emperor directly, everyone thought it was a case of a mayfly shaking a tree—an act of overestimating one's own strength.

Yet, no one expected such a dramatic scene to unfold!

Before the crowd could finish their words, they were interrupted by a shrill, mournful roar—

"YOU!!"

From the depths of the void, that voice carried monstrous hatred, shaking the space until it distorted.

However, the only response he received was Qin Wudao's words, calm to the extreme:

"Noisy."

He raised his eyes, his gaze like a sword, piercing through the endless void.

"If you are not convinced, descend with your true form."

"I will be waiting for you."

Three words, spoken lightly, yet they made everyone's scalp tingle!

Provoking a Great Emperor!

No, this was no longer a provocation; it was naked contempt!

"I suppose only the Three Heavenly Emperor Clans could say such things..." someone murmured.

With the Heavenly Emperor backing him, what does it matter if you are a Great Emperor?

Even if your true form descended, you would still have to lie down!

Those forces lurking in the shadows that were originally restless all fell silent at this moment.

They gazed at that figure in white, their eyes filled with nothing but deep apprehension, or even... fear!

The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body can truly challenge a Great Emperor!

And what was even more terrifying was—

This Sacred Body had not yet reached Great Completion!

But more people stared fixedly at that figure in white, their eyes burning with fanaticism!

Although they had their families to back them, not everyone dared to speak as he did.

This was a true heaven-gifted genius!

As a Quasi-Emperor, he challenged a Great Emperor, severed a palm with a single sword strike, and cowed a soul with a single word!

Looking back over the past fifty thousand years, spanning across ancient and modern eras, he is the only one!

However, while the members of the Qin Clan felt excited watching this scene, they felt even more helpless.

"What a pity..."

What was a pity went without saying.

"They are all so strong..." Ji Wuchen watched that figure, his fists clenching involuntarily until his knuckles turned white.

He suddenly understood why Qin Wangchuan was so strong.

Because the Qin Clan...

Is full of monsters!

Qin Xuanji leaned lazily against a jade pillar outside the hall, his robes half-open, his fingertips toying with a few paper figurines.

He gazed at the figure in the field, whose white clothes were as pristine as snow, a smile of expectation playing on his lips.

Is Second Brother planning to make a move as well? Qin Wangchuan pondered to himself; he had thought his second brother was indifferent to such matters.

Seeing Qin Wangchuan's gaze sweep over, Qin Xuanji winked his right eye and sent a voice transmission:

"Big Brother is strong, isn't he?"

"It's not that he truly cannot see; it's just that he can only see the strong, and specifically, the supreme powerhouses."

As he spoke, Qin Xuanji let out a sigh, so faint it left no trace. "Someone like Big Brother is destined to reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao, while the likes of us... are merely the green leaves and sprawling branches."

If one weren't truly powerless, who would ever choose to be a salted fish?

Qin Wangchuan did not reply, instead gazing up at the sky.

One cannot look directly at a Great Emperor, but with his entire body forged of Immortal Bone, he naturally had nothing to fear.

At this moment, the Qin Clan Great Emperor had already made his move. The void shattered, and the entire world seemed to dissolve into fragments.

Such a scene was no longer something the younger generation could interfere with.

Qin Wangchuan stood amidst the rain of light, his Immortal Bone glowing with a lustrous sheen.

He watched the chains of Law intertwining where the void had shattered, and suddenly, he let out a soft chuckle.

"So that's how it is..."

His slender fingers gently caressed the jade pendant at his waist, his knuckles and the fine jade reflecting each other's brilliance.

In that instant, Qin Wangchuan suddenly understood the world as his Big Brother saw it.

He saw, and felt, the "Dao" within his heart.

It was a broad, endless road that pressed forward regardless of who stood in its way—a path that knew no limits.

Even if his comprehension were heaven-defying, even if his Origin Power were not twenty times, but a thousand or ten thousand times greater...

Qin Wangchuan knew that he could never compare to his Big Brother.

"In this world, geniuses are as numerous as carp crossing a river..." Qin Wangchuan whispered to himself, his voice carrying clearly to the ears of those who were listening. "Surpassing and being surpassed are only temporary; only the Great Dao is eternal."

"My Dao..."

Ji Wuchen snapped his head up, only to see a hazy immortal light rising around Qin Wangchuan.

That light was not as sharp as Qin Wudao's, but it appeared all the more profound and mysterious.

As these words fell.

Above the thirty-eighth heaven of the Qin Clan Longevity Heaven, the forbidden Heavenly Palace Library trembled in resonance.

On the very top floor of the library, a scripture that had been sealed in dust for countless years suddenly moved without wind, its pages rustling loudly.

Qin Wudao seemed to sense something and turned his head to look.

He walked closer, his footsteps neither heavy nor light, yet they inexplicably made one's heart tighten.

Stopping before the two of them, he swept his gaze across their faces and said indifferently, "The sword you used just now wasn't bad, but it isn't qualified to be called a Heavenly Sword."

"Heavenly Sword: Myriad Calamities requires one to endure ten thousand calamities to reach perfection."

"Although you forced this move out with extraordinary comprehension, you haven't even grasped three-tenths of its true essence."

"A hundred calamities have yet to arrive, and a thousand are still far off..."

He raised his eyes, his gaze cold as frost, looking every bit the strict older brother.

"It cannot be called a Heavenly Sword."

Ji Wuchen raised his hands in a daze, palms facing forward in a "surrender" gesture, his eyes filled with innocence.

He had absolutely no idea what was going on.

He cast a cautious glance at Qin Wangchuan beside him, then looked at the imposing Young Master of the Qin Clan who was lecturing him, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"Big Brother..." Qin Wangchuan rubbed his forehead helplessly, about to step in and correct him.

"I am, of course, talking about you."

Before the words had even faded, Qin Wudao suddenly turned his head to look at Qin Wangchuan.

His gaze remained as calm as before: "I saw it."

That gaze was as clear as a sword unsheathed, sharp enough to make one's skin sting.

It also left Qin Wangchuan frozen in place.

His voice remained flat, yet carried an unquestionable certainty, "Although..."

His gaze shifted slightly, returning to that dazed state.

"...it was only for an instant."

Saw it for an instant?

Others thought the world in Qin Wudao's eyes was composed of stick figures.

But in Qin Wudao's eyes, it was even blurrier.

The people before him were composed entirely of clouds and mist; there was no discernible difference between any of them.

But for that one moment.

He had indeed seen his ninth brother's face clearly.

What did that mean?

On this side, Qin Wangchuan was filled with confusion.

Qin Xuanji let out a snort of laughter, nearly dropping the Paper Figurine in his hand.

"Big Brother, you only changed your tune because you realized something was off, didn't you?"

"Mmhmm~" Qin Zhaoer sat on the stone steps nearby, biting into a Spirit Fruit and nodding. "That's what I think, too."

"Perhaps he really did see something. For a split second just now, Ninth Brother did seem a bit strange..." Qin Qingzheng said, hesitating.

"No, no, no!" Qin Qingni waved her hands repeatedly, her slender fingers leaving afterimages in the air. "Big Brother said the exact same thing last time about an iron puppet I created."

Amidst the group's teasing, the banquet gradually drew to a close.

In the sky, the Emperor Blood and fragments of the world dissolved into a rain of light that drifted down. Outside, the Young Masters of the Qin Clan sat together, ribbing their eldest brother.

The atmosphere inside the hall, however, was starkly different from the outside.

The elders of various sects and clans sat upright, their expressions solemn. The Jade Nectar in their cups had long since gone cold, yet no one dared to touch it.

Their eyes flickered, darting toward the figures outside before dropping back down to pretend they were sipping their tea.

"This generation of the Qin Clan..." the elder of the Li Clan murmured, his voice trembling. "Truly terrifying."

But when his gaze swept over Li Qingluan on the high seat, his tense lips curled into a smile. "Fortunately... fortunately indeed!"

Where there is joy, there is sorrow.

Regardless of everything.

This tenth-birthday banquet would be recorded in the annals of the Qin Clan, becoming the most unique banquet in history.

However, in the shadows where no one noticed, Qin Wangchuan's lips pressed into a sharp arc.

"There is still one person left to deal with..."

His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the Concentric Knot gifted by Li Qingluan, a cold glint flashing in the depths of his eyes.