Her Eyes Were Like Fireworks

If someone were to take a liking to you, it would truly be a meteoric rise to the top.

But they had only taken a few steps when they were stopped by a figure.

Ye Jianwei stood in front of Qin Wangchuan, a faint smile on her face, but her tone left no room for argument:

"I'm sorry, Young Master doesn't like to be disturbed."

Although she couldn't see it, she sensed it perfectly.

The perfumed scent emanating from the female nuns, their deliberately slowed pace, the shy, hesitant glances they cast at the Young Master—

She captured it all.

It wasn't jealousy or possessiveness.

As a maid, she had only one rule: no one was allowed to approach unless the Young Master gave the order.

There was a guardian deity here, plus the occasional glances from Li Qingluan on the arena.

Anyone could see what was in his eyes.

No one dared to go up again.

In this atmosphere, the rumor gradually spread.

"I heard that the Qin Clan was responsible for the destruction of the Years Tower..."

"Shh!"

The matter of the Years Tower served as a reminder to the Immortal Power of the Three Thousand Provinces.

Even Immortal Power, even those backed by Great Emperor, can still perish.

And, in the blink of an eye.

The site of the former Years Tower is now just a flat area.

And, the Qin character seal in the center of the flat ground.

As a result, the viewing platform where Qin Wangchuan was located became increasingly empty.

On the stage, the battle ended quickly.

The last opponent was knocked away by Li Qingluan's sword and flew down the ring.

The gong sounded.

The first place on the Wunian Ranking Li Qingluan.

He sheathed his sword and stood there, his expression still calm, though a light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Even she was getting tired from frequently unleashing Sword Seals.

An elder from Wunian Mountain stepped through the air and landed on the arena.

He held a Jade Plate in both hands, on which was a pure white Bodhi Fruit, its radiance understated yet drawing the attention of everyone present.

Congratulations to Goddess Li for winning the championship!

The elder's voice resounded throughout the hall, a smile on his face, and he was about to deliver the customary pleasantries—

Li Qingluan took the fruit and nodded.

Then he turned around.

The elder's words caught in his throat, and his outstretched hand remained suspended in mid-air.

He opened his mouth, but it only turned into a soft cough, a helpless smile flashing across his eyes.

He has lived for three thousand years and presided over the Wunian Ranking nine times.

This is the first time I've encountered a champion who leaves right after receiving their award.

And they left... in such a hurry.

However, it's normal that Divine Son Qin is there.

His gaze shifted from the departing figure to the remaining Prodigy below the stage, their expressions varying. He cleared his throat and announced loudly:

"Next, I will announce the ranking of the top ten, who will ascend the mountain in turn to comprehend the Dao—"

Before he could finish speaking, the crowd erupted in an uproar.

But Li Qingluan had already gone far away.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

She walked up to Qin Wangchuan and stopped.

He offered the Bodhi Fruit forward, then raised an eyebrow.

The meaning is obvious--

Do you want it?

If you want it, this one is for you.

Qin Wangchuan looked at the fruit, then at her, and shook his head with a chuckle.

"Keep what you won yourself."

Li Qingluan didn't move, still holding the fruit, staring at him intently.

The two stared at each other for a few moments.

In the end, Qin Wangchuan was the first to look away.

"That was a great play, you've gotten even stronger."

"The same as you."

Li Qingluan finally withdrew her hand, put the fruit away, and then looked Qin Wangchuan up and down with her beautiful eyes. "I heard you kidnapped a group of True Dragon?"

"Kidnapping?"

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow. "Then please."

"Please?" Li Qingluan asked with a half-smile, "Please move the entire clan?"

Qin Wangchuan didn't reply.

Li Qingluan's gaze continued to sweep over him, finally settling on a certain spot, where she paused for a moment.

Qin Wangchuan turned to the side with a strange expression.

It seems that Li Qingluan's strength goes beyond just her physical abilities.

Just as the two were talking, another elderly man slowly approached.

Congratulations to Goddess Li for winning the championship!

He first praised Li Qingluan before revealing his identity.

Elder Wunian Mountain, surnamed Zhou.

This visit is to give Qin Wangchuan a gift.

As he spoke, he took out another Bodhi Fruit and handed it over.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at the fruit, then looked into the distance.

Sure enough, the master of Wunian Mountain was standing on the high platform, nodding in this direction.

It seems to be his doing.

Li Qingluan quipped from the side, "Aren't Bodhi Fruit very precious? Only one every thousand years, and they're only awarded, not given away."

"Why are you sending them out so casually this time?"

Elder Zhou's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "This year's harvest is quite good, and..."

He looked at Qin Wangchuan as he spoke.

"Precious fruit for Esteemed Guest."

"This is just a small gift; please accept it, Divine Son."

He paused, then suddenly changed the subject:

"Otherwise, if you two are a divine couple and only have one fruit, are you going to split it in two?"

Elder Zhou laughed as he spoke, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

It has to be said, shrewd people are shrewd when they speak.

This one sentence served multiple purposes: it was a gift, a compliment, and it also subtly revealed the relationship between Li Qingluan and Qin Wangchuan.

No one can find fault with it.

Qin Wangchuan accepted it without hesitation.

Thank you.

"You're too kind, Divine Son."

Elder Zhou smiled and nodded, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Li Qingluan before turning and leaving.

Watching him walk away, Li Qingluan withdrew her gaze and fixed it on Qin Wangchuan's face.

There is a market at the Wunian Mountain.

She slightly raised her chin, a smile playing at the corners of her eyes.

"If Your His Highness Divine Son isn't busy, would you like to accompany me for a stroll?"

Qin Wangchuan thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Of course."

The Flying Ship takes off and waits.

Ye Jianwei respectfully behind, deliberately slowing his pace to give the two in front ample space.

She has always been very clear about her identity.

She was not an interloper between the Young Master and young lady, but merely a maid.

Certainly.

Even maids sometimes need the Young Master's affection, don't they?

As she thought about it, a slight smile curved her lips, and she slowed her pace.

The market town at the Wunian Mountain is not large, but it is not small either.

It was just a gathering of Lineage that were dependent on Wunian Mountain.

They set up stalls to sell odds and ends, barely enough to meet the daily needs of the disciples in the mountains.

Although it can't be described as bustling, it lacks many things.

But the sunset was just right.

The sky was ablaze with orange-red, and the clouds were tinged with a pale gold.

The soft light spilled down, falling on the bluestone slabs, the roof tiles, and on the two figures walking side by side.

Qin Wangchuan held Li Qingluan's hand.

Her fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles—the kind of hands that hold a sword.

But now, held in his hand, it felt as soft as if it had no bones.

The two of them took turns talking about what had happened recently.

Qin Wangchuan said that the Wheel of Fate had exploded, and he planned to forge a new one.

Anyway, there are many things to do next, but first, we have to face the challenge.

It also talked about the True Dragon Clan and Xuanye's story.

"You're amazing too."

Li Qingluan looked at him.

"When the elders in the family heard that you had taken the True Dragon Clan home, the first thing they all said was—'We're doomed.'"

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow. "Damn it?"

"Hmm." There was a smile in her eyes, and her voice was soft. "Oh no, we're going to get robbed again."

The word "robbery" is indeed accurate; the Qin Clan often did that.

Especially Qin Taiyi, he really can't stand to suffer the slightest loss.

The phrase they always say is, "If you don't make a profit, you lose money!"

Qin Wangchuan chuckled and looked at her:

"And what about you? What do you think?"

"I think," Li Qingluan drawled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, "You're so naughty."

"But..."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I like it."

As they spoke, their eyes met.

Those beautiful eyes were so close.

Qin Wangchuan looked inside and saw distant lights reflected in the water, flickering on and off.

Like fireworks bursting open, bright and beautiful.