The Ninth Young Master Orders the Execution of the Traitor!

The moment he spoke, the entire Martial Arts Arena fell silent.

The Qin Clan disciples who had been sparring stopped in unison, looking toward the source of the voice with shock and uncertainty.

Someone whispered in discussion:

"Isn't that Elder Qin Wenhe, who has served by the side of the Old Ancestor for years?"

"Now that you mention it, I remember seeing him from afar a few times."

"What happened? Why would such a big figure come to the Martial Arts Arena in person to find someone?"

Before the murmurs could die down, Qin Wenhe's gaze swept across the crowd like lightning, his robes fluttering without a breeze. That invisible pressure caused the disciples standing closest to him to instinctively take half a step back.

"Young Master, this...?" Cao Xiangwen looked at his young master hesitantly, a flicker of unease flashing in his eyes.

He clearly had a guilty conscience.

Qin Xuan also frowned slightly, but his expression smoothed out just as quickly.

A disdainful curve tugged at the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing. Perhaps it concerns that rumor from before—the clan is selecting ten Dao Children. Maybe he's here to bestow an opportunity upon us."

It wasn't boasting; he was confident that among the younger generation of the clan, he ranked highly in both strength and talent.

He straightened his robes and strode toward Qin Wenhe.

On the Martial Arts Arena, the disciples consciously cleared a path.

Qin Xuan walked with a calm gait, an air of arrogance naturally radiating from his fluttering sleeves.

He reached Qin Wenhe, bowed, and said in a clear voice: "Disciple Qin Xuan greets the Elder. I do not know why you have summoned us both; what instructions do you have?"

Cao Xiangwen followed closely behind, bowing respectfully, yet he kept his head lowered the entire time, not daring to meet Qin Wenhe's eyes.

Qin Wenhe's gaze was like an abyss as he quietly scrutinized the two before him.

After a moment, he said indifferently: "You are Qin Xuan?"

Qin Xuan lowered his head slightly further: "I am."

His gaze shifted to the other person: "And you are Cao Xiangwen?"

"Disciple Cao Xiangwen... greets the Elder."

After confirming their identities, Qin Wenhe's gaze turned abruptly cold. The aura around him became as deep and oppressive as a prison, instantly shrouding the entire Martial Arts Arena.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet filled with unquestionable authority:

"The Ninth Young Master has issued an order: Execute the clan traitors Qin Xuan and Cao Xiangwen to uphold the clan rules!"

As these words fell, the entire venue erupted in an uproar!

The Ninth Young Master—wasn't that the Qilin Child with the Longevity Immortal Body?

But if you counted correctly, wasn't he only five years old this year?

Qin Xuan's pupils constricted, his expression changing drastically. "Betraying the clan?! Elder, why would you say such a thing? This disciple has been loyal to the Qin Clan, with absolutely no ulterior motives!"

Cao Xiangwen trembled violently, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he instinctively took half a step back.

However, Qin Wenhe did not say another word. With just a thought—

"Squelch!"

Before the two could even react, they were instantly decapitated.

Qin Xuan's head flew high into the air, an expression of disbelief still frozen in his eyes.

He was a prodigy among the younger generation of the Qin Clan, someone who could barely find an equal among his peers.

Yet, in front of an ancient monster like Qin Wenhe, he didn't even count as a chick; he was beheaded without even the qualification to resist.

Cao Xiangwen didn't even have time to let out a scream. The moment his neck snapped, blood sprayed out, only to be suspended in mid-air by an invisible force, unable to spill onto the ground.

And what was even more bizarre was that the two of them were not dead!

Qin Wenhe's gaze was indifferent. With a light flick of his finger, a wisp of the power of Law landed on them, forcibly locking their vitality and trapping them in a state between life and death.

"Soul Search." He let out a soft hum and waved his hand.

The Deacon Elder nearby immediately understood. He stepped forward, took an Image Recording Stone from his sleeve, and prepared to perform the Soul Search technique.

"There's a restriction!" The Deacon Elder exclaimed just as he was about to begin, his expression turning grave.

Buried within the bodies of Qin Xuan and Cao Xiangwen were restrictions specifically designed to prevent Soul Searching!

—As expected, there was a problem!

In any other clan, they might truly be helpless against such a restriction; the moment it was forcibly broken, the person under the restriction would have their soul instantly annihilated.

But this was the Qin Clan.

The Deacon Elder snorted coldly, flipping his palm to reveal a green leaf.

This was no ordinary leaf; it was a Divine Leaf from the Qin Clan's Undying Divine Tree!

The divine might surged, instantly crushing the restriction.

Following that, he did not hesitate to perform the Soul Search, forcibly extracting the memories of the two men.

Although Qin Xuan and Cao Xiangwen had been decapitated, their consciousnesses remained clear. At this moment, being subjected to a forced Soul Search, they were in such agony they nearly collapsed. Their souls were stripped away inch by inch, their memories from birth unfolding like a scroll, only to be recorded one by one by the Image Recording Stone.

The earlier memories were relatively normal. Qin Xuan had possessed exceptional talent since childhood and was highly valued by his clan, while Cao Xiangwen was a disciple from a branch of the Cao Clan who practiced diligently, yearning to make a name for himself.

However, as the memories advanced to a few years ago—

In the scene, a man in black appeared quietly in the Cao Clan Ancestral Hall, tracking down Qin Xuan through the connections of the Cao Clan.

"With your current talent, you will forever be nothing more than a foil in the Qin Clan, never reaching the pinnacle," the cold, sinister voice of the man in black echoed from the Image Recording Stone. "We can help you, but... there is a price."

Qin Xuan initially refused sternly, but soon, under the man's bewitchment, he agreed to the other party's demands and received numerous treasures that enhanced his aptitude.

The surrounding Qin Clan disciples erupted in an uproar!

"Qin Xuan... he actually really is a traitor?!"

"I knew his talent was strange! He was only above average before, but in the blink of an eye, he surpassed me. So he was colluding with an outside race!"

What was even more shocking were the memories of Cao Xiangwen—

It turned out that the Cao Clan had been a nail planted by an outside race from the very beginning!

They had been lurking within the vassal families of the Qin Clan, secretly gathering intelligence and waiting for an opportunity.

"The Cao Clan has been faking their allegiance for so many years... it was actually all arranged by another race?!"

"To disguise themselves so well, those bastards!"

After finishing the Soul Search, the Deacon Elder's expression was grim, his eyes surging with killing intent.

The Cao Clan was considered one of the most loyal and capable among the vassal families; he never expected them to be undercover agents.

After speaking, he immediately looked at the person beside him with an expression of admiration.

"It is all thanks to you, my lord."

"If this hadn't been exposed today, I dare not even imagine what the future would have held."

"It wasn't me." Qin Wenhe had not expected the situation to be so grave either. He scanned the crowd coldly, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion and admiration: "Everything today was arranged by the Ninth Young Master."

"He was the one who discovered the traitors, and he was the one who issued the Execution Order."

"Now that the evidence is ironclad, those who betray the clan—kill without mercy!"

As his words fell, he flicked his sleeves, and the bodies and souls of Qin Xuan and Cao Xiangwen instantly shattered, dissipating into ash.

The entire scene fell into dead silence!

All the disciples were struck dumb, their hearts filled with shock.

Qin Wenhe's gaze was icy as he spoke slowly:

"Let today's events serve as a warning to you all."

He paused after speaking, then added, "The Ninth Young Master is watching you."

The pressure was now absolute; everyone who heard this drew a sharp intake of breath.

In their hearts, their awe and wariness toward this Ninth Young Master, whom they had yet to meet, deepened.

A five-year-old child, not only possessing an Immortal Body and the ability to foresee the future, but also acting with such decisiveness!

He had ordered people over and, without giving them a single chance to explain, had them killed on the spot.

When Qin Wenhe found Qin Fuhai with the Image Recording Stone, the man was also filled with shock.

"He truly said he knew it from a dream?"

The teacup in Qin Fuhai's hand cracked with a snap, amber tea seeping slowly through the fissure and dripping onto the Black Jade Desk.

The voice of this peerless powerhouse, who had helmed the Qin Clan for tens of thousands of years, trembled with rare agitation. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of the Image Recording Stone. "My five-year-old grandson, capable of knowing the past and foreseeing the future, and he even managed to find a... Heavenly Emperor?"

"Does the Immortal Bone have such miraculous uses?"

Qin Wenhe stood with his hands at his sides. "The Young Master did indeed say it was from a dream, and the traitor has now verified its authenticity. That Ye Jianwei should still be in Qixia Town at this moment. According to the Young Master, she is a blind girl, and I fear she truly is the future Heavenly Emperor."

The hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Qin Fuhai slowly stood up. His black imperial robes stirred without wind, and the Dao aura around him surged like the tide; it was clear his heart was far from calm.

Just as he intended to say something, the entire hall suddenly froze—

Time seemed to have been extracted, and even the drifting scent of tea remained suspended in mid-air.

"Let me see that Image Recording Stone." A voice that seemed to echo from the ancient past reverberated through the hall.