Everyone Has Something They Pursue, Even If They Aren't the Protagonist

This domineering attitude of his is somewhat reminiscent of his former self.

Qin Wangchuan chuckled softly, amused by her gesture. He raised his hand, his fingertips slowly sliding down her neck and into her clothes.

"That was during the trial."

"Your body is still that of a pure virgin."

Qin Zhaoer's breath hitched, and her face flushed red.

She neither dodged nor stopped him, letting his hands run rampant, stubbornly continuing her act of shamelessness.

"I don't care! I'm just sticking with you!"

"I'll move the things to the Divine Son Hall in a bit—"

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly.

Finally, he slowly lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Good."

Qin Zhaoer was taken aback at first.

He immediately sprang to attention, his eyes sparkling, almost overflowing with joy.

She stubbornly held back, pursing her lips and putting on a serious expression, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Qin Wangchuan, who hadn't yet reacted.

"What's so good about it? It's not up to you to decide!"

Before he could finish speaking, the girl rushed forward, cupped his face in her hands, and gave him a big kiss.

Then, like a cat that has stolen some cream, it turned and ran away with a smile.

"Great! I'll go pack my things now, I'll be living in the Divine Son Hall from now on!"

"Anyone who dares to utter a single word, I'll beat them to death!"

After running quite a distance, Qin Zhaoer suddenly remembered something, paused, turned around, pointed at Qin Wangchuan, and uttered harsh words.

"By the way, don't think this is all over!"

She lowered her head and started counting on her fingers.

"Let me think... I was left out in the cold for eight days?"

"If we can't calculate it, let's just say it's ten days!"

"Starting tonight, you just wait and see!"

Qin Zhaoer moved things with great fanfare.

She carried the chests one by one towards the Divine Son Hall, and the hundred or so servants were at her beck and call.

One complained that the carrying was too slow, another complained that it was covered in dust, and they all shouted and yelled all the way.

Half of the Qin Clan knew that the Eighth Young Master was moving.

On the high platform.

Qin Kuangge placed one foot on the railing, crossed his arms, and looked into the distance. After a while, he suddenly laughed.

"We've had this concern for a long time, but it's only now that it's finally bearing fruit."

That's why I say, feelings are such a thing.

He turned his head to look at the person sitting on the stone steps behind him.

"Second Brother, what about you?"

Do you also have someone you care about?

Qin Xuanji sat on the stone steps, propping his chin up with one hand, lazily gazing into the distance.

"The world is so vast; having attachments creates weaknesses."

Qin Kuangge ignored all the irrelevant questions and pressed on directly:

So, does it exist or not?

Qin Xuanji was about to speak.

Just then, a ray of light drifted down from the sky, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

I looked up.

It turns out that someone was repairing the formation that Qin Wangchuan had destroyed with a single sword strike.

The answer was kept in his mouth, but in the end, he changed his mind.

He raised his hand and caught the shard of light.

He looked down at his palm.

"There was a time."

Qin Kuangge was not surprised by this.

Or rather, given my Second Brother's personality, it would be strange if he didn't.

"To catch Second Brother's eye, one must be no ordinary person."

"Tell me, what kind of person is he?"

"Her."

Qin Xuanji looked down at the shards of light in his palm, a touch of nostalgia rising in his eyes.

"It is powerful, weak, and --"

"Foolish person."

As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers together, and the light exploded in his hand.

Qin Kuangge didn't understand.

"Second Brother, there are only the two of us here, so stop beating around the bush."

What does "strong yet weak" mean?

Qin Xuanji stood up and took a few steps forward, casually flicking the ash from his palm.

It means exactly what it says.

"A strong will, weak strength, and foolish actions."

"Sounds like an interesting person."

Qin Kuangge put his feet down from the railing and looked up at him.

"Then why aren't you two together?"

Qin Xuanji did not turn around, and spoke calmly:

"Because of her will."

"It is Attack Heaven."

"Attack Heaven?" Qin Kuangge chewed on those two words for a moment, then suddenly realized, "My goodness."

"I'm saying, Second Brother."

"You didn't... kill her, did you?"

"Killed him?" Qin Xuanji smiled. "How could I?"

You think the worst of me.

"I simply watched her walk towards her demise."

"Such weakness, ignorance, and overestimation of their abilities made their demise inevitable."

"But ironically, it's very eye-catching."

"It's a bit of fun when I'm bored."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked at Qin Kuangge.

And you, fourth brother?

"Is there no one who meets your standards?"

Qin Kuangge's eyes lit up a bit. "You know what, there really is one."

"Oh?"

"What a pity, they don't even want me."

"You don't like me?"

This time, Qin Xuanji became interested.

"Tell me."

Qin Kuangge scratched his head, as if wondering where to begin.

"It's not that complicated."

I noticed her during a competition.

"That woman is truly formidable; her valiant presence swept past a hundred men."

"But she didn't treat me well; her words implied that she looked down on my status."

"Although she didn't say it explicitly, I guess she likes strong people, not someone like me who rose to power through family background."

I wanted to explain a few things.

"The words were on the tip of my tongue, but suddenly I felt they were meaningless."

Upon hearing this, Qin Xuanji glanced at him sideways and asked, "How is it not interesting?"

Qin Kuangge grinned and straightened his back.

"Whether I, Qin Kuangge, am strong or weak, or what my worth is, do you expect her to decide with just a few words?"

"Since we are cultivators, we should simply do as our hearts desire."

"If you find someone pleasing to the eye, say a few more words."

"If you don't get along... explaining it will only make you look worse."

"You're quite open-minded."

Qin Xuanji smiled, but it was unclear whether he was genuinely praising her or joking.

Ultimately, we are all just ordinary people.

"These trivial matters can also be bothersome."

"Doesn't look like the Eldest Brother."

"Born for the Way, acting for the Way, with a single-minded focus."

Qin Kuangge looked up at the sky for a long while.

"Yes."

"Envious."

"However, compared to others, Ninth Brother is the other extreme."

Qin Kuangge's gaze fell on the figure under the eaves below.

"Though my heart is bound by the deepest emotions, my soul remains steadfast."

"It embraces all things without causing chaos, like a vast ocean."

"How did you do that?"

What is said on the high platform cannot be heard by those under the eaves.

In the Divine Son Hall, Qin Zhaoer was causing a huge commotion.

"Slow down! Slow down! If you break my makeup box, I'll skin you alive!"

"Where did that screen go? Bring it back to me! Who's been talking nonsense about it being against the rules? Step forward so I can take a look!"

The servants were completely at her beck and call, trembling with fear, and none dared to offend her.

She turned a perfectly good Divine Son Hall into chaos with just a few words.

She showed no awareness of being a guest, pointing and gesturing as if she were the hostess.

Qin Wangchuan leaned against the wall by the palace gate, arms crossed, quietly watching this scene.

They neither stopped him nor got angry.

Ye Jianwei stood behind him, holding a stack of books.

The master and servant stared at the menacing figure in the courtyard, neither of them uttering a word.

After a while.

Qin Wangchuan sighed meaningfully.

"It seems things are going to get lively from now on."

Ye Jianwei followed his gaze and smiled.

"It seems so."

After moving everything and settling everything in, it was already late at night.

Originally, Qin Zhaoer's room was next to Long Yue's, not far from Qin Wangchuan.

But how could people who rushed in like this possibly settle down and sleep peacefully?

Wait until the night is deep and quiet.

Qin Zhaoer's door was quietly pushed open a crack from the inside.