Eighth Sister Had Become More Womanly!

This scene left the Qin Clan Disciple below dumbfounded.

Only a few elders stood with their hands behind their backs on the high place, squinting at the increasingly tall figure, nodding slowly, their eyes full of approval.

As expected of Divine Son.

The repulsive force seemed alive; the closer someone got, the stronger it grew, layer upon layer.

An overwhelming repulsive force pressed down, even activating some kind of formation.

Brilliant beams of light rose from all directions, converging and pressing towards the Golden Ring.

However, they were met with an even more powerful counterattack.

The force of the recoil swept outwards, forcefully suppressing the brilliance of the great formation. The disciples with shallower cultivation nearby were caught off guard and were thrown backwards, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

Even Qin Wangchuan's steps faltered as he was pressed down.

But it was only for one meal.

The next instant, Dragon Scale covered his body, dragon horns appeared on his forehead, and a vast Dragon Might rose from his body, pushing forward against the counterattack.

The crowd below stared up in disbelief, and no one uttered a sound.

They couldn't see his face, only his back as he walked against the flow of traffic.

His robes billowed in the turbulent air, his back remained ramrod straight, and he took one step after another, his steps steady and slow, but never retreating.

But in the eyes of the True Dragon Tribe, there was another scene superimposed on that silhouette.

His body was covered in translucent Dragon Scale that shimmered with a ghostly light with each step. A pair of dragon horns stood firmly on his forehead, and a dragon tail trailed behind him. Standing in the void, the domineering aura between his brows made him seem more like a dragon than any real dragon.

Two scenes are superimposed.

The figure wasn't particularly tall, but amidst the sky filled with Lightning Light and flowing golden light, it seemed to be defying immense power, moving forward alone, creating a strange illusion.

It was as if even heaven and earth could not do anything to him.

On the other side, atop the eaves of a tall pavilion Qin Clan.

Qin Wudao stood with his hands behind his back at the front of the eaves, dressed in white, his gaze fixed on the figure moving upwards against the current for a moment, before raising his eyes to the white and blue dragon shadow that Covering the Sky and Sun.

Qin Xuanji leaned against the eaves behind, her hands behind her head, gazing at the dragon with a half-smile.

"Eldest Brother, what do you think of that thing?"

Qin Wudao looked at the dragon and naturally noticed that something was wrong.

"It is not like Law Treasure, but it forms its own world, even overriding the rules of this place and causing the Thunder Tribulation to change its course."

He paused.

"Not simple."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Qin Xuanji.

"Go and talk to Ninth Brother, ask if he can borrow it to take a look."

Qin Xuanji's relaxed demeanor vanished instantly.

"Oh dear, Eldest Brother," he chuckled and shook his head, "You want me to borrow a skirt from that young lady?"

"Right."

Why aren't you going?

I can't say it.

"So, I can say it now?"

Qin Wudao fell silent.

Just as they were frozen in place, Qin Qingni and Qin Kuangge landed together.

The two men, having seen the situation from afar, clicked their tongues twice.

"Who do we have here? It's Ninth Brother." Qin Kuangge crossed his arms and grinned. "He's already caused such a commotion as soon as he came out of seclusion."

"But that Law Treasure, Third Sister, did you make it?"

"How could that be?" Qin Qingni rolled her eyes. "The Sky Patrol Throne was shot down by my Eldest Brother last time, and it's still not repaired. How could I have time to deal with anything else?"

"Yo yo, everyone's here."

Qin Miaoyan Dao Child, strolled over, squinted at the Golden Ring in the air, and her eyes immediately lit up. "This thing must be worth a lot of money."

"Such a grand procession right after leaving the pass. Ninth Brother is so lucky, he has everything he needs."

Unlike me, sigh...

Qin Qingni immediately glared at her.

"What are you pretending to be poor for? You manage all of Ninth Brother's businesses, you're living the high life, and yet you keep complaining about being poor every day."

"That project we talked about last time is still short of funds, hurry up and come up with the money to repair the Sky Patrol Throne!"

"Huh?" Qin Miaoyan's eyes darted around, and she immediately changed her tune, "Oh dear, you yourself said that all that money belongs to Ninth Brother, so of course Ninth Brother has to agree."

"Besides, isn't the culprit the Eldest Brother? If anyone should pay, it should be the Eldest Brother!"

Several pairs of eyes turned to Qin Wudao simultaneously.

Qin Wudao coughed twice and helplessly shrugged.

"That's all."

This isn't an excuse; it's truly gone.

It's strange, really. Building a Flying Ship is a big project, but why would it require so much Spirit Marrow?

In total, three million Spirit Marrow were used.

If these were converted into Spirit Crystal, they would be enough to squander for ten thousand years across Upper Thousand Provinces.

Qin Miaoyan and Qin Qingni exchanged a glance. Seeing that their Eldest Brother couldn't get any more money out of them, they turned their attention to Qin Xuanji, who was standing nearby.

"Eldest Brother, we don't have any here..."

Qin Qingni drawled out her words, smiling as she leaned closer, "Second Brother should have one, right?"

"That's right!" Qin Miaoyan's eyes lit up, and the abacus beads clicked loudly. "Second Brother is a hidden master; his family is the wealthiest!"

Qin Xuanji paused, her hand behind her head still.

"What, you've squeezed all the money out of your Eldest Brother, now you want to squeeze some out of me?"

"Hey, Second Brother, what are you saying?" Qin Qingni said seriously, "How can you call it 'plucking'?"

"Yes, yes!" Qin Miaoyan hurriedly, "After all, that Sky Patrol Throne was broken when you fought with your Eldest Brother."

"You are also responsible!"

Qin Xuanji didn't reply, but only shook his head.

He knew the inside story of both of them perfectly.

They claimed they were repairing a ship, but in reality, they had already dismantled the old one and started anew, building an even more powerful one.

But then again, it's still our own stuff.

"Alright," he said lazily. "I'll have someone send a list over later."

He paused, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and slowly added a sentence.

"But let me make this clear from the start: these things aren't free. In the future, I'll be in charge of commanding that Sky Patrol Throne."

Qin Qingni and Qin Miaoyan exchanged a glance and spoke in unison.

"Make a deal!"

As they were talking, Qin Zhaoer also came looking for them.

A long, moon-white dress draped over her alabaster-like body, a shawl loosely draped over her shoulders, swaying gently with her steps.

After sleeping for five months, her delicate body not only did not become thinner, but instead became even more voluptuous and alluring.

As he walked, he raised his hand to pick up the shawl that had slipped down.

But the material was too slippery; it slid down as soon as I put it on my shoulder.

This time, she didn't bother with it.

This is the difference between a girl and a woman.

In the past, let alone bare shoulders, even a section of the neck would be covered up completely.

But now, let it be.

What are you doing all gathered together?

As soon as she finished speaking, she followed everyone's gaze and looked into the distance, and then she understood everything.

He's gotten himself into big trouble again.

That's not surprising.

Qin Zhaoer sat down by the eaves, one leg bent, the other peeking out from under her skirt and hanging over the eaves. The exposed calf was white and straight, swaying with an alluring curve.

Her chin rested casually on her bent knee, her head tilted slightly, her peach blossom eyes half-closed, lazily following the figure of the Golden Ring gradually approaching in mid-air.

With every gesture, an indescribable charm naturally emanated from her.

Behind her, several people wore different expressions.

Everyone can see that Eighth Sister has changed.

But this is too unusual.

That's Qin Zhaoer, the notorious troublemaker of the Qin Clan. How come she's like a completely different person after just one night of unconsciousness?

The impetuous, childish air of the past is gone, replaced by an indescribable, mature femininity.

The group exchanged glances, and for a moment no one spoke.

In the end, it was Qin Xuanji who spoke first.

"Eighth Sister, Ninth Brother has been in seclusion for several months, and you've also been in a coma for several months. I don't believe there's absolutely no connection between them."

That's what I said, but actually I wanted to subtly probe and gauge her opinion.

But Qin Zhaoer didn't even turn her head.

"What does Second Brother believe in?"

This rhetorical question caused the group to exchange bewildered glances, a hint of surprise in their eyes.

That's too stable.

She was neither in a hurry nor annoyed; instead, she turned the tables on him, completely unlike her usual self.

Is this still Eighth Sister?

Has it been possessed by someone?

Just as he was pondering this, the Golden Ring in mid-air suddenly began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous, Covering the Sky and Sun aura began to recede, and all the countless golden rays rapidly converged and shrank towards one point.

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Three feet.

Finally, it came to a steady stop about the height of a person, hovering quietly in front of Qin Wangchuan. Its golden light was warm and gentle, and there was no trace of the ferocity that had destroyed the world just now.