Future Self, Future Power, Present Self

Borrowing Strength and Borrowing Law may sound similar at first glance, but they are completely different things.

Qin Taiyi's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"Becoming stronger is a process."

"Cultivation can be accelerated; pills, fortuitous opportunity, and good fortune can all be gained faster."

"But our Qin Clan bloodline is different. It only grows with time, one day at a time, one year at a time, and no one can speed it up."

As Qin Wangchuan spoke, he raised his head, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Since it's destined to grow into..."

"Then why not borrow strength from your future self?"

"Not a bad idea." Qin Taiyi nodded first, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

But then he shook his head.

"Back then, one of the most outstanding Prodigy in our Qin Clan also mentioned this idea. He was the most exceptional person in the Myriad Ages our Qin Clan, and he was much, much older than you are now when he came up with this idea."

"By reversing cause and effect and paying a great price, we finally managed to borrow the power of the future."

"But how can this body bear the weight of the future?"

"Finally, they died from exhaustion of their Origin Source."

"This is a dead end, Wangchuan."

That's what he said, but his tone was full of undisguised pride.

The Qin Clan has only ever had one person Myriad Ages who could come up with this idea, and now another one has joined their ranks.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Thinking about it, Qin Taiyi looked up.

Qin Wangchuan's golden eyes shone even brighter than before, so bright that they were almost blinding.

The next moment.

He uttered those words that changed everything:

"If the current body can't handle it, then just borrow the future body, won't that solve the problem?"

"Future Self, Future Power..."

"My Present Self!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Taiyi's pupils contracted sharply, and his mind raced.

As the Heavenly Emperor, with this one thought, he truly glimpsed a corner of the future.

But at the very moment of contact—

That corner moved.

It was as if someone had sensed this probing and looked back across endless ages.

When I looked again, the boy was no longer there.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a powerful and imposing aura emanating from him.

Those eyes no longer held the youthful spirit.

Weary and worn, as if he had walked a very, very long road and experienced everything he was meant to experience.

The figure lowered his eyes and quietly glanced at Qin Taiyi.

Just one glance.

Qin Taiyi was completely stunned.

He stared at the illusory figure, momentarily mesmerized.

He subconsciously stood up, walked around the chessboard, and stood in front of Qin Wangchuan.

He reached out his hand.

My fingertips passed through that tall figure, but I couldn't touch anything.

His hand paused in mid-air.

Then, it slowly landed on Qin Wangchuan's shoulder and patted him with a complicated expression.

With just Dao heart, Qin Wangchuan from the future crossed countless years and shone upon the present world.

Qin Taiyi dared not imagine just how powerful he would become in the future.

He only saw a child standing beneath that shadowy figure, his shoulders still so thin.

I came here to ask for advice.

But as they talked, Qin Wangchuan figured out the answer himself.

Who can I complain to about this?

The two then sat back down at the chessboard and chatted for a long time.

The matter of the Ten Emperors Method was thus settled.

We'll have to think about what to call this second imperial law.

As he was speaking, Qin Taiyi suddenly stopped.

He looked at Qin Wangchuan, hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively spoke.

"The Wangchuan."

"If... I mean, if..."

"If that day ever comes, you will have created all ten of these imperial techniques."

"Where do you intend to use that power?"

When I asked that question, I already had the answer in my heart.

There are only a few of them.

To compete, to prove one's worth, or to reach the pinnacle.

Qin Wangchuan hesitated for a moment.

"Have no idea."

"... I don't know?" Qin Taiyi, looking surprised.

"Yes," he answered frankly, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"However, it's certainly not a useless move."

There was one more thing Qin Wangchuan didn't say.

That is, if things go as expected, the imperial laws mentioned earlier can be used not only by oneself but also by the Qin Clan.

However, he didn't say it out loud.

After all, they were speaking too confidently in front of the Old Ancestor.

Qin Taiyi was speechless for a moment.

After a long silence, he chuckled and shook his head.

That's a confusing question.

If a seeker of the Way first considers what he intends to use it for, then he is not seeking the Way, but rather seeking "something else".

Those who have ulterior motives will find their path has come to an end once they achieve their goal.

Only this child--

Because it has no ulterior motives, it has no end.

A pure seeker of the truth.

With such a person in our family, how could the Qin Clan not prosper?

After giving a few more instructions, Qin Wangchuan bowed and turned to leave.

He descended from the Longevity Heaven.

At the end of the cloud-covered steps, Qin Wangchuan spotted Long Yue at a glance.

She wore a long, dark dress, her long hair was tied up meticulously, and she had an innate, aloof and cold appearance that kept people at a distance.

And the white and blue figure in front of her.

Dragon Scale.

They had clearly been waiting for a long time; their eyes lit up as soon as he appeared.

Even though Qin Wangchuan was already walking towards her, she still couldn't wait and ran to meet him.

The white and blue skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a light, floating cloud.

When they reached him, Dragon Scale stopped and looked up at him.

His face was still the same expressionless face, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

She tilted her head back very seriously, her chin held high, and she leaned forward half an inch, as if afraid he wouldn't see her.

Then, she opened her arms.

Same as always.

I want a hug.

Qin Wangchuan stopped and bent down to pick her up.

One hand is wrapped around his back, while the other hand rests naturally under his knees.

The spot where my palm landed was warm, smooth skin.

He then noticed that the back of Dragon Scale's dress was open, running from her shoulder blades all the way to her waist, with only two thin straps tied diagonally.

The skirt was short, barely covering the top of her legs.

With that hug, her legs dangled in the air and landed in his hands.

The skirt was too short, and my palms were pressed directly against her delicate skin.

It was smooth to the touch, so soft that it was almost impossible to hold; with the slightest movement, it sank a little deeper into my fingers.

I subconsciously looked down.

The first thing that caught his eye was Dragon Scale's unblinking, fixed gaze.

Then came those long, dazzlingly white legs.

His two legs, crossed, dangled from his arms, extending downwards, long and straight.

The area around her thighs was particularly voluptuous, creating an arc in the otherwise pitifully short skirt, which appeared so white and almost translucent in the sunlight.

"New clothes?"

Qin Wangchuan weighed the object in his arms, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"It's very beautiful."

"It feels comfortable to touch."

That's what he said, but another thought flashed through his mind.

This girl.

Has it grown a bit more?