My Heart Felt Sour, and So Did Below

Sword Dao.

The Spirit Law Dao.

Their strength is undeniable.

Each of them is a peerless genius who can crush an entire realm and command the respect of Myriad Ages Prodigy.

But as far as the eye can see, at the end of the golden light, there are countless such figures.

One after another, layer upon layer, they stretched towards that bottomless depths.

Each one represents a different version of himself that emerged after he reached a fork in the road.

Each of them has reached the end of their own path.

Standing behind them, Qin Wangchuan gazed at their mountain-like backs, and a sudden impulse welled up within him—

Standing among them, I too became one of those figures, their backs turned to the viewer.

And he did just that.

With one step, a flash of golden light appeared.

The figures in front of me vanished completely, replaced by...

It was a... somewhat unfamiliar body.

Raise one hand and bring it close to your eyes.

It's said to be borrowing a body from the future, but it's actually more like one's original body growing up in an instant.

But--

What's causing this feeling?

Too light.

I tried moving it a little.

A feeling of lightness I've never experienced before.

It seemed as if with a mere thought, one could rise off the ground.

Lost in thought, Qin Wangchuan suddenly felt his sleeve being gently tugged.

It is Dragon Scale.

As she stepped out of the door, her posture subtly changed.

The red scale between his brows remained unchanged, as did the pair of jade horns on his head.

She remained as small as ever, shrinking back into her familiar loli form.

They haven't moved much despite their age.

But upon closer inspection, everything is different.

First, those eyes.

The eyes that used to be wide open and sparkling with light when they saw anyone now have a slight upward tilt at the corners, adding a touch of sharpness.

Then there's that face.

The softness of the jawline is still there, but the cheeks seem to have lost some of their baby fat, and the lines of the cheekbones have become more prominent.

Finally, there's that energy.

She's less spoiled and more dignified and proud.

Individually, the changes are not significant, and can even be considered negligible.

But when viewed together, they are completely different people.

Just like the little girl next door who always followed behind, in the blink of an eye, she has grown into a graceful young woman next door.

The little guy clearly had no idea what was happening.

A small, anxious face looked up at him, her dark hair slightly disheveled, and a red scale shimmering between her brows.

Qin Wangchuan was then shocked to realize that Dragon Scale could also obtain Future Self the Wheel of Fate?

Imagine that in the future, when facing enemies, you will borrow the power of the future, and Dragon Scale will also borrow the power of the future.

The interaction of two forces is far more complex than simply one plus one equals two.

That was a multiplicative surge!

This means that Dragon Scale can become stronger and stronger!

Such a gain is truly an unexpected delight.

Thinking it over, Qin Wangchuan lowered his head and said softly, "Come back first."

Dragon Scale nodded, and her figure immediately transformed into a stream of light, returning to his body.

I was right.

Not only has the appearance changed, but the power of the Dragon Scale has also increased.

That's absolutely amazing.

His body was lighter than ever before; his power was so immense that it even surpassed the sum of the Fourth Gear and the Dragon Form.

Even so, he still felt that this was far from the whole story.

"My future self will not be so weak."

"Besides, Dragon Scale's age hasn't changed at all... It must be the limitation of the Wheel of Fate, or some other reason, that prevented me from borrowing too much of the future."

The further into the future, the stronger the power.

It's impossible to say exactly how far into the future it is based on mere feelings.

Try it and you'll see.

Qin Wangchuan raised his hand.

The slender fingers naturally extended, then closed.

The movements were fluid and natural, as if the body had repeated them countless times, so familiar that there was not a single superfluous movement or hesitation.

A pinch.

The sword is complete.

Place it in front of you and examine it closely.

This sword is indistinguishable from the ones I've made before.

But he knew that wasn't the case.

That's too fast.

Once upon a time, a Spirit Energy Sword was formed, drawing in energy, solidifying its form, and imbuing it with intent.

But with that one squeeze, the sword was formed.

It happened so fast that even he didn't realize it.

At that moment, Qin Wangchuan suddenly understood.

What I borrowed is the future of Sword Dao.

Spirit Energy Sword are not worth mentioning; they are the most basic things that everyone can do.

But who would master it to its fullest potential?

Except for him.

Only he would practice such a basic thing over and over again until he reached perfection.

Thinking of this, Qin Wangchuan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Then--

The sword fell.

On the other side.

Qin Zhaoer went for a walk with her hands behind her back.

That's how it should be.

But the Qin Clan was so large, with countless pavilions and towers, yet she deliberately wandered around until she ended up near the Divine Son Hall.

Come once, go around in circles.

They walked away, then turned back.

She knows perfectly well what she's after.

Isn't it just hoping to "coincidentally" bump into that person?

Unfortunately, they were really unlucky; after searching for a long time, they couldn't even spot a corner of his clothes.

This unusual scene naturally caught Ye Jianwei's attention.

After seeing her pacing back and forth several times, I came over and started a conversation:

"The Eighth Young Master."

She paused, then added, "My Young Master is here."

They didn't say whether they needed to inform anyone, nor did they say they would take her inside.

That's all, just this one sentence.

Qin Zhaoer was taken aback.

The blind girl who used to struggle to speak properly has now learned to use words to shut people up.

She immediately shook her head and raised her chin:

"What does he have to do with me?"

"Get out of my way, you're blocking my walk."

They may be fierce in words, but they feel bitter inside.

I didn't contact him at first because I didn't know how to face him.

During the trials when we were together, he saw right through me, from head to toe.

Needless to say, her body—fair-skinned, youthful, and later aged—from girlhood to white hair, every inch of it was right under his nose.

But these aren't the most embarrassing things.

Those nights were the most unbearable.

Countless nights, she would dress in sexy clothes, strike poses that even she herself blushes at the thought of, and voluntarily approach him, whispering softly and begging for his pleasure.

All of this made it impossible for her to hold her head up.

So he deliberately avoided looking for him.

As she hid, her shame turned into anger.

'You old man, you've been gone so long and haven't come to see me even once.'

'Fine, then I won't come looking for you!'

She waited, sulking.

Day after day.

While waiting, my temper hadn't subsided, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I strolled over anyway.

But he acted like nothing had happened, not even bothering to show his face.

This made me even angrier!

Everything seems wrong to me, and the more I think about it, the more frustrated I feel.

Qin Zhaoer clenched her fists, gritting her teeth and cursing inwardly: You old bastard, you just wait! You better not come looking for me, and even if you do, you won't get anything—

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

... wrong.

It seems like I'm the one who's always begging to sleep with someone.

On several occasions, she was even kicked out of bed because her ideas were considered too perverse.

Her raised fist dangled in mid-air. Qin Zhaoer gritted her teeth and reluctantly changed her words:

"Hmph... You'd better not come looking for me, or I'll make you so exhausted you won't be able to get out of bed!"

"I remember that."

"If you ignore me for one day, I'll exploit you for ten!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already turned around angrily, stomping their feet loudly.

Just then--

Boom!

A loud bang was heard, and the ground beneath our feet shook.

The Divine Son Hall was destroyed.