How to Resolve Trouble? Only Through Strength!

Qin Clan Courtyard.

Qin Wangchuan sat on a stone bench in the front yard, flipping through a medical book with one hand and gently pounding the medicinal herbs in a mortar with the other.

Qin Zhaoer sat to the side, supporting half of her body with her left hand, while her right hand, seemingly restless, would occasionally reach over and brush his hair aside.

"Your hair is getting a bit long."

"A little." Qin Wangchuan tilted his head slightly, dodging the movement. "I'll get it cut again in a while."

"Why cut it?" Qin Zhaoer thought about the scene and calmly advised, "Don't cut it, just leave it."

"Keep it?"

Qin Wangchuan glanced at her, then looked back at the book.

"What wicked scheme are you plotting now?"

"A crooked idea?" Qin Zhaoer immediately objected. "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Qin Wangchuan didn't reply to her, but simply let out a soft hum.

The voice was soft and gentle, quite different from his usual indifferent demeanor.

Qin Zhaoer was taken aback.

Or perhaps, he has always been like this.

We just weren't close enough before, so we didn't notice.

Thinking about it, she simply lay down on the table and tilted her head to look at him.

"I was thinking, wouldn't it be nice to have a new place with a new look?"

"Let it grow longer, it looks better."

"That's it?"

"This is it."

After those two sentences, Qin Wangchuan fell silent.

Qin Zhaoer didn't know whether he had agreed or not.

But it doesn't seem to matter.

Anyway—she's the older sister.

Although, they're not blood relatives.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhaoer suddenly remembered something else.

It seems that my older sister has never done anything worthwhile from beginning to end.

Oh, no, that's not right.

Yes, there are.

She made noodles for him.

That dough was freshly kneaded; my hands ached from kneading it the first time I made it.

Although Wen's mother was watching over her, the texture and taste of the cooked food were still far inferior to those sold outside.

Even she herself felt it was all over.

How could the His Highness Divine Son, accustomed to delicacies, possibly stomach this?

But Qin Wangchuan still ate it.

He didn't say anything from beginning to end, until the very end, when he casually mentioned, "Your skills still need improvement."

Although it's not quite as good as those well-crafted shops outside, it's not so bad that it's inedible.

At least, he finished eating it all.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhaoer's lips curled up, and that little bit of smugness in her heart resurfaced.

I have a younger brother like this...

It seems pretty good.

She stared at Qin Wangchuan's profile, gradually becoming lost in thought.

But the next moment.

As if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the distant mountains.

"Those people gathered together, it's not because of what you did before, is it?"

"It seems so." Qin Wangchuan said without even looking up.

He had naturally noticed the commotion over there long ago.

They even know the reasons clearly.

The tiger carcass.

That's not all.

The footsteps of Martial Practitioner wandering outside the village, the unfamiliar faces appearing on the streets, even the glances they cast while secretly investigating.

Qin Wangchuan saw everything.

It's not that I don't know, I'm just too lazy to care.

But now.

Their reach grew longer and longer, without any restraint.

If this continues, it will eventually come back to haunt us.

It's time to do something about it.

Qin Zhaoer gave a soft snort.

"I told you not to bother with these ants, but you wouldn't listen."

"Since it's a trial, we should complete it properly."

Faced with her complaints, Qin Wangchuan did not argue, and continued to flip through the book in his hands.

"During the trial, safety is of utmost importance."

"But stability doesn't mean I should be cowardly, nor does it mean I should be patient."

He paused, then finally raised his head and glanced into the mountains.

"I'll handle that."

"How do we solve this?"

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes calm.

After a long silence, he slowly uttered two words.

"Strength."

Fan Yuan is a person who operates within the rules of this world.

He would be wary of Soaring Tower, worried about the news leaking out, and think about how to maneuver, how to compromise, and how to Borrowing Strength others' strength to suppress a storm that should have spiraled out of control.

Because the power he possesses is not yet sufficient to transcend the rules.

Therefore, one can only follow the rules, and no matter how unwilling one is, one can only maneuver and struggle within this vast network.

But Qin Wangchuan is different.

He is neither within the rules, nor can the rules bind him.

To Fan Yuan, the Soaring Tower was a colossal structure, and the Celestial Person were unattainable legends. Once the news spread, it would be a monstrous storm capable of crushing an entire town or region.

But none of this mattered to Qin Wangchuan.

Because he has power.

It is not a force to be used for maneuvering.

It is not a force to be used for compromise.

Rather, it possesses the power to overturn the entire table if necessary.

After the incident in the mountains, Fan Yuan thought he had finally managed to quell the unrest for the time being.

Before he could catch his breath, he received a page from Qin Wangchuan.

This left him momentarily stunned.

After all this time, the gentleman had never called him on his own initiative.

Could it be... that you already know what happened in the mountains?

Fan Yuan's heart tightened immediately.

But then I thought again, the people from Soaring Tower are still secretly watching in the town, and if I were to run to the Qin Clan Courtyard at this time, it would be too conspicuous.

But if it is truly important for you, sir, how could it be delayed?

After much deliberation, Fan Yuan gritted his teeth and went.

--

The Qin Clan Courtyard remained quiet.

When Fan Yuan stepped inside, Qin Wangchuan was sitting at the stone table in the front yard, with a medical book spread out beside him, as if he had been waiting for him for a while.

"Sit."

Fan Yuan sat down as instructed, but he was still a little uneasy, and he had already thought of many explanations in his mind.

But what he never expected was --

Qin Wangchuan's first words were:

"Who are those people?"

Fan Yuan opened his mouth.

His prepared remarks were almost out of his mouth, but when his gaze met those calm and indifferent golden eyes, he inexplicably stopped speaking.

Finally, he only whispered:

"Those... are people from Soaring Tower."

"The Soaring Tower?"

"Yes."

Having already started speaking, Fan Yuan simply went along with it and continued.

From Soaring Tower to Mystic Capital Prefecture, and then to the Mountain-Quelling Palace.

From the distribution of the three forces to the territories and resources they each control.

He spoke in great detail, as if afraid of missing even the slightest thing.

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly, his expression remaining unchanged.

Only after Fan Yuan finished speaking did he nod slightly and say calmly:

"So, this Soaring Tower is the most powerful force in the vicinity."

Fan Yuan thought for a moment and then affirmed:

"The Soaring Tower, Mystic Capital Prefecture, Mountain-Quelling Palace stand in a tripartite balance, mutually restraining each other."

"However, in terms of foundation and prestige, Soaring Tower is indeed superior."

Qin Wangchuan nodded again.

Then, the third question was asked:

"Do you want to be the owner of the Soaring Tower?"

Fan Yuan was taken aback.

Then I couldn't help but laugh.

"Sir, to be honest, I actually have some old connections with Soaring Tower."

"When I first entered the path of cultivation, I entered the Soaring Tower."

"But once we got inside, we realized that the place was rotten to the core."

As he said this, a hint of self-deprecation crept into his voice.

"Back then, I thought that if I were to manage Soaring Tower one day, I would never let it become such a chaotic mess."

"I wouldn't dare say anything like 'creating a new world'."

"At least... it will prevent the disciples below from becoming disheartened."

In the end, Fan Yuan himself shook his head slightly.

That was ultimately just a youthful delusion.

The Soaring Tower was such a colossal structure; how could a Rogue Cultivator who had left the tower possibly concern himself with such matters?

"Alright then."

Fan Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this and subconsciously looked up.

Qin Wangchuan had already gotten up, carrying the medical book, and was walking into the inner room.

Throughout, his tone was as casual as if he were just giving a casual reminder after a meal:

"After tomorrow, you will be the master of Soaring Tower."

Fan Yuan froze completely.

Before he could react, Qin Wangchuan's voice came again, calmly:

"Power is most likely to corrupt people's hearts."

"Once a person reaches a high position, it is easiest for them to forget the path they came from."

"Remember what you just said."

Don't let the things you once hated eventually grow on you.

"If that day ever comes, I won't need anyone else; I will kill you with my own hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, he went into the inner room.

Only silence remained in the courtyard.

Fan Yuan subconsciously stood up, staring at the figure disappearing behind the door, completely stunned.

After a while.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

... ah?

No.

Sir... were you joking just now?