Emperors Rise from Men, and Immortals Rise from Men

Yun Zexuan frowned after hearing this.

"The idea of rebuilding is good, but it's difficult."

"If you wish, I can tell you the method and secrets to forging this Law Artifact."

"Besides that, my Yun Clan also possesses many forging techniques, some of which I myself have no access to—you have a lot of influence, so you can go and take a look; it might be helpful."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something.

"So, you can't Borrowing Law now, and you can't see a future?"

Qin Wangchuan nodded.

"Future Sight was indeed formed by absorbing Qi Yun and relying on the deductions of the Wheel of Fate."

"It is not about 'seeing,' but about directly predicting the future."

"Having lost that ability, I really don't adapt well in many areas."

"Since that's the case!"

Yun Zexuan held up the wreckage in his hand, his eyes lighting up. "We can complete this Law Treasure together!"

When Zhao Lingyun and Qin Wangchuan were working on developing the Dao Shu Bing, he was thinking:

Perhaps we could Qin Wangchuan to join us in tinkering with something.

The opportunity has arrived!

Qin Wangchuan shook his head.

"I don't plan to rely on Law Artifact; I want to regain my Future Sight through training."

The explosion of the Wheel of Fate made him realize that Law Artifact are ultimately just external forces.

Previously, we were too weak and could only borrow from others.

But now, it's time to look inward.

Yun Zexuan was stunned.

Is this possible?

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan smiled and glanced at him.

"I've heard that phrase many times."

"Whether it's possible or not, we'll only know after we try."

Yun Zexuan lowered his head, his gaze falling on the twisted wreckage in his hand, lost in thought.

After passing through several corridors, Qin Wangchuan was led to a Side Hall.

The palace doors were open, and several figures could be vaguely seen inside.

Step in.

As soon as I entered, I saw Yun Qingyao.

She still looks the same.

Clad in white as snow, with an exquisite Qingjue appearance, she exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

He just sat there, like a motionless jade statue, without even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

Besides Yun Qingyao, there were several other elders in the hall.

Three men and one woman sat at the head of the table, their eyes all fixed on him.

That gaze carried a scrutinizing, an appraising quality, and an indescribable meaning.

Qin Wangchuan paused slightly.

'This person doesn't seem to have good intentions.'

He thought to himself, but his expression remained unchanged as he calmly walked inside.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, someone spoke up.

That was an elderly man sitting in the main seat.

With white hair and beard, a gaunt face, but exceptionally sharp eyes.

"Wangchuan," he began, his voice unhurried, "I heard you said some strange things to my Qingyao?"

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow slightly; so that's what it was about.

He didn't answer immediately, his gaze sweeping across the face of the Yun Clan elder who had spoken, then over the others, before finally settling on a slight smile.

"Are they interrogating me?"

The people inside the room were slightly taken aback and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The only female elder, Yun Lingge, had her eyes light up.

Interesting.

This kid wasn't intimidated at all; he immediately tried to seize the initiative.

"How could this be an interrogation?" she replied with a smile. "It's just a casual questioning."

"Just ask anyone."

Qin Wangchuan paused, then raised his eyes, meeting their gazes without fear.

"I stood there for ages, and there wasn't even a seat. I thought they were going to interrogate me."

Yun Lingge was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"What are you standing there for? Take a seat."

A chair was brought over, and Qin Wangchuan sat down calmly, adding:

"Besides."

"She's hungry, get her something to eat."

The group of people were taken aback.

She?

Who?

At that very moment.

A stream of light emanated from Qin Wangchuan's body.

She landed and transformed into a petite figure.

She was a beautifully sculpted little girl, holding Qin Wangchuan's arm with one hand and touching her tummy with the other.

Dragon Scale.

She was hungry.

"She's quite lovable."

Yun Lingge called out to the outside, "Go and prepare some snacks."

Dragon Scale blinked, looked at Yun Lingge, and then at Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Wangchuan patted her head. "Call her Aunt Lingge."

"Aunt Lingge."

Yun Lingge's eyebrows curved into crescents, and she seemed quite pleased.

After this little incident, the atmosphere inside the hall became somewhat more relaxed.

Yun Wuyi stroked his beard and chuckled, "I've long heard that a True Dragon follows Divine Son Qin, and seeing it today, I'm amazed to find out what it looks like."

"It's not True Dragon," Qin Wangchuan shook his head, "It's Dragon Scale."

Yun Wuyi paused slightly, then nodded. "Dragon Scale... a good name."

Yun Lingge's gaze swept over Qin Wangchuan, growing more and more satisfied with each look.

He possessed the air of Divine Son, yet remained neither distant nor self-important.

That address of "Aunt Lingge" just now made her feel comfortable.

No wonder Qiu Ying said this was her pride.

Indeed, we have reason to be proud.

Thinking of Yun Qiuying, she casually asked, "By the way, where's your mother? Weren't we supposed to come together?"

Something came up unexpectedly, and I was delayed.

Qin Wangchuan's tone was calm, yet it conveyed a sense of certainty, "But it's alright, I can manage on my own."

Upon hearing Yun Lingge exchanged glances with the people beside her, her smile deepening.

This child is truly capable.

The conversation unconsciously circled back to Yun Qingyao.

Yun Lingge sighed, half helpless and half amused, and said, "Wangchuan, you have no idea—"

"Ever since Qingyao returned, she has been constantly muttering, 'Wangchuan said' this, 'Wangchuan said' that."

As she spoke, she glanced at her daughter.

Yun Qingyao remained unchanged, dressed in white as snow, her expression indifferent, as if she were not talking about herself.

But then she suddenly spoke up, correcting him:

"Not always."

He paused.

"I said it eight times."

The elders were taken aback.

They immediately burst into laughter.

"Did you hear what she said?" The old man who had spoken earlier slapped his thigh. "She only said it eight times!"

"Eight times is not enough?"

"This girl, doesn't she know her own limitations!"

Yun Qingyao frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the group, seemingly not understanding what they were laughing at.

Qin Wangchuan watched this scene with a smile.

He can probably understand.

Yun Qingyao was a woman of few words; she would say one word at a time rather than two.

He called his own name eight times; in their eyes, this was probably a huge misunderstanding.

But he didn't think he had said anything wrong.

The laughter subsided, and the topic finally got down to business.

Yun Lingge's smile faded, and she said seriously, "Wangchuan, we've heard about what you and Qingyao said."

No one is perfect, and even the heavens have flaws.

She repeated the sentence, her gaze complex.

That's true, but...

"But you think that's not right."

Qin Wangchuan picked up the conversation, his gaze meeting the elders's with composure, "Because she possesses Immortal Physique."

Yun Wuyi, her tone calm and slow. "Even the heavens have flaws, that's the heavens; no one is perfect, that's human nature."

"Qingyao is neither heaven nor human—she is Immortal Physique."

"She should, and must, strive for perfection."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan looked up at him without backing down in the slightest.

"Emperors arose from mortals, and immortals also arose from mortals."

In short.

It was a resounding statement.

The hall fell silent.

Yun Wuyi and Yun Zexuan, who were standing outside, were both stunned.

A glint flashed in Yun Lingge's eyes.

Even the white-clad girl, who had maintained a calm expression throughout, glanced at Qin Wangchuan slightly.

Qin Wangchuan met those gazes and continued:

"Even Immortal Physique are human."

"I don't think it's right to impose perfection on her."

"Perfection is not the result, but the process."

"It's about taking the right steps every time, not about being able to avoid making any mistakes."