No Fancy Tricks-You Can Only Submit

Qin Wangchuan did not look at Ao Cang, but instead his thoughts shifted slightly.

A heavy chair carved from some kind of black dragon bone was summoned from the distance by him with invisible Spiritual Power and landed steadily behind him.

He held the Dragon Scale and sat down calmly.

He even carefully adjusted Dragon Scale's position to make her more comfortable, letting her sit on his lap.

Dragon Scale clearly liked this position.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face, and even her tiny toes curled and stretched comfortably.

After doing all this, Qin Wangchuan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over all the True Dragon Clan leaders in the hall, including Ao Cang and Long Yue.

That look no longer belonged to a "guest" or a "bystander".

Rather, he seems more like a superior about to announce a decision.

This is the demeanor that the Qin Clan Divine Son should have.

"I don't need to elaborate on the current predicament of your True Dragon Clan."

"Surrounded by wolves on the outside, and fraught with hidden dangers regarding the inheritance on the inside. But the Ancestral Dragon successor you have waited for for millennia is now in my arms."

"From now on, you will listen to her, but she will listen to me, so--"

"Let's be more direct."

He paused, his tone steady yet carrying an undeniable weight:

"How about you, the True Dragon Clan, submit to my Qin Clan?"

"The Qin Clan?"

These two words, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, created ripples within the hall.

Several Dragon Clan elders exchanged surprised glances.

They were not unaware of the Qin Clan's reputation; they were Immortal Court Imperial Clan, renowned throughout the Three Thousand Provinces.

I never expected that this mysterious young man would come from there!

"Is the Qin Clan still around?" an elder with dragon horns as straight as halberds couldn't help but ask in a deep voice.

"It's still here," Qin Wangchuan replied.

"Or is it the Imperial Clan?" another elder pressed, his tone serious.

"Still the Imperial Clan."

"That... Heavenly Emperor?"

Ao Cang's voice tightened slightly as he asked the most crucial question.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the world has changed.

Whether that being still overlooks the mortal realm determines the true weight of the Qin Clan today.

Qin Wangchuan looked at him, a very faint smile curving his lips:

"It's still there."

These three words, like a stabilizing force in the sea, and like a thunderclap, resounded powerfully.

Ao Cang was deeply shocked!

The Heavenly Emperor still exists!

This means that the Qin Clan has not only not declined, but its foundation and power are probably even greater than they were ten thousand years ago!

With that being in charge, the Qin Clan is one of the most unshakeable mountains in Heavens and Myriad Realms!

The weight of this proposal suddenly became incredibly heavy.

For the True Dragon Clan, who were in dire straits, submitting to such a behemoth was undoubtedly finding the most solid backing.

But...

Where is your pride?

What about the pride and independence that the True Dragon Clan has inherited for Myriad Ages?

Living under someone else's roof, dependent on their every whim.

This is a chasm that many Dragon Clan, especially these older, powerful ones, find difficult to overcome.

"Kid!"

The elder with the dragon horns like halberds stepped forward, his Dragon Might might emanating from him, and his voice booming like a bell, "In what capacity do you make this proposal?"

"In other words, you can represent the Qin Clan to negotiate with us?"

His question echoed the sentiments of all the Dragon Clan present.

Qin Wangchuan finally turned his gaze to him, but did not linger. Instead, he slowly scanned the entire room once more.

Though speechless.

But an immense, overwhelming aura, seemingly capable of suppressing everything in the world, suddenly spread out!

This aura was even faintly comparable to the Dragon Might might of veteran powerhouses like Ao Cang, holding its own against them!

The air inside the hall froze instantly.

Under the solemn gazes of the dragons, Qin Wangchuan spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying a resolute determination that severed all hesitation:

My name is Qin Wangchuan.

"He is the current Qin Clan's Divine Son."

He paused, each word ringing out like gold and jade falling to the ground:

"What I say today represents the will of the Qin Clan."

"To submit to me is to submit to the Qin Clan."

"This proposal leaves you with no choice, doesn't it?"

Qin Wangchuan, holding Dragon Scale, leaned back on the dragon throne, calmly awaiting the True Dragon Clan's decision.

Inside the main hall, you could hear a pin drop.

The only sound was the faint rustling of the fabric when Dragon Scale occasionally moved her body.

However, in this solemn and tense moment, as if the air itself were about to freeze—

Qin Wangchuan's body suddenly stiffened, and he almost instinctively shrank back.

The aura of control he had just exuded vanished instantly. He raised his hand and pressed down on Dragon Scale's shoulder in his arms, a rare hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

This girl...

Where should I put my hands?!

Just now, at the height of his power, when he was confronting the high-ranking members of the True Dragon Clan.

Dragon Scale, sitting on his lap, seemed uncomfortable in the position and subconsciously shrank deeper into his arms, trying to find a more secure place to lean against.

This is nothing.

But then, she suddenly remembered the images she had seen earlier, so she tried to move a little closer to that spot.

Not just moving.

She even stretched out her little hand, curiously reaching towards a place she shouldn't have touched!

This isn't the first time, really.

"This little girl should have been taught a lesson long ago..."

Qin Wangchuan felt ashamed inside, but his face remained calm and composed.

The hand that was on the girl's shoulder slid down to her waist, and with a gentle lift, he pulled her back from the brink of danger, placed her on his lap, and sat her down sideways.

Dragon Scale tilted her head slightly, a few strands of black hair brushing against her exquisite cheek.

The dragon's golden eyes were crystal clear, yet a trace of pure confusion rippled across them, as if it did not understand why he was stopping it.

Qin Wangchuan didn't look down at her, but instead roared inwardly—

"Nonsense, if we don't stop you, things will get really out of hand!"

This series of movements was natural and fluid, as if he were simply adjusting the posture of the person in his arms.

The Dragon Clan inside the hall did not notice anything unusual. Even the elders, who were the most perceptive, only felt that the faint fluctuation of aura just now was perhaps just their own illusion.

Nobody could have predicted it.

This Qin Clan Divine Son, who had just been confronting them, had just experienced a fatal chicken-beating.

After calming the girl in his arms...

Qin Wangchuan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the dragons who were still deep in thought in the hall.

That fleeting sense of helplessness has completely vanished, replaced by a deeper sense of composure and tranquility.

Even if there are some unexpected incidents, it doesn't matter.

Just as I just said.

From the moment Dragon Scale appeared, the True Dragon Tribe had no choice.

They can only accept it; the difference lies only in the way and attitude they adopt in accepting it.

After all, Qin Wangchuan wasn't Son of Destiny like Long Yin.

They need to rely on the arrangements and protection of the True Dragon Clan, and move forward amidst hesitation and passivity.

On the contrary.

He is the one who plays the game.

The fate of the True Dragon Clan will be determined by him.