They Still Did Not Know How Many Old Friends Qin Wangchuan Had
From a great height, the entire Imperial Capital appears as a magnificent scroll painting unfolding between heaven and earth.
A long river of Spiritual Qi descends from the clouds, encircling the majestic Imperial City in the center.
The palace complex is magnificent, with glazed tiles reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight. Each hall is carved with ancient runes, and there is a faint Dragon Qi rising from it.
Even more shocking is--
Above the Imperial City, three White Jade Immortal Platform float, each as large as a mountain, connected by chains as thick as dragons.
At this moment, countless figures were still preparing on the platform, and the banners of the various Great Emperor clans had already been planted, clearly indicating that preparations for the Dao Discussion Grand Assembly were nearing completion.
Qin Wangchuan folded his wings, and the Flying Ship cut through the clouds, swooping down towards the Reception Platform on the east side of the Imperial City.
On the Reception Platform, three Imperial Dynasty guards dressed in brocade robes were chatting idly.
"Have you heard?" the young guard asked in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "None of the Ten Great Imperial Clans were absent from this Dao discussion! Not to mention those Immortal Power that are usually so arrogant..."
Another guard gasped, "Really? But don't these Imperial Clan usually not even attend the State Lord's birthday celebrations?"
"Absolutely true!" the young guard exclaimed excitedly. "I also heard that this time it wasn't us who went to host the banquet; instead, others were practically fighting to come!"
Before the words were finished, a spatial fluctuation suddenly came from the sky.
The group looked up and saw a black and gold Flying Ship with thirty-six pairs of World-Breaking Sail breaking through the clouds, its hull shrouded in a terrifying Chaos Aura.
The eldest of the three guards suddenly widened his eyes, looked at the sky, and exclaimed in amazement, "What a strange Flying Ship! I've never seen anything like it before!"
Before the group could react, the Flying Ship had already landed in the center of the Reception Platform with the force of thunder.
The shockwave made their robes flutter loudly, and the young guard stumbled and almost fell over.
"What the hell!" The young guard scrambled to his feet, muttering under his breath, "The Daoist Conference doesn't start until next month. Who's so ignorant of the rules as to bring it up early..."
The person next to him instantly turned pale and covered his mouth, "Are you blind? Look at the family crest on that Flying Ship!"
Following the direction, the young guard looked and saw a large character engraved in black on a gold background on the side of the Flying Ship: "Qin".
The brushstrokes are sharp as swords, with a subtle, ethereal quality swirling around them.
"Chang Sheng... Qin... Qin Clan?!" The young guard's tongue suddenly tied in knots, his legs went weak uncontrollably, and the last word was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Although those words were not spoken by name and could not be considered offensive, if they had been overheard, he feared he wouldn't even have a complete corpse left behind.
The majesty of the Imperial Clan is not to be questioned by mere ants.
Just thinking about the possible consequences made him feel like his internal organs were being twisted together.
Just then, the Flying Ship's cabin door slowly opened.
Qin Wangchuan stepped forward first.
Two graceful figures followed closely behind, one on the left and one on the right.
On the left, Qin Zhaoer wore a long, snow-white gauze dress. Her stunningly beautiful face still had a faint blush from earlier, yet she obediently lagged behind by half a step.
On the right, Ye Jianwei elegant blue dress and held a Jiaowei Guqin in her arms. Her eyes were covered with a White Veil, and the small bell at her waist made a clear, melodious sound as she moved, as if confirming her owner's location.
Two stunningly beautiful women, like the moon and stars, surrounded and protected the young man.
"Thump!"
The three guards' legs buckled, and they knelt down on the ground.
The one who had just spoken pressed his forehead to the ground, trembling all over. "Welcome... welcome to the arrival of the Qin Clan's Prodigy!"
Qin Wangchuan didn't stop walking, casually flicking his sleeve. "Get up."
Upon hearing this, the guards kept their foreheads pressed to the ground, holding their breath.
Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did she dare to slightly raise her eyes, but she dared not look too long, her gaze only following the three pairs of brocade boots that were gradually disappearing into the distance.
"This... this Young Master looks young, but that aura he exuded just now..." One of them swallowed hard, "... is more terrifying than any other Prodigy I've ever seen..."
The other two guards didn't respond, but their eyes also flashed with horror.
The older man stared intently at the ground, his back already soaked in cold sweat—he had served the Imperial Dynasty for a hundred years and seen countless Prodigy arrive, but he had never felt such a suffocating sensation.
It wasn't some terrifying pressure, but rather an extremely restrained feeling that made one's heart scream wildly at just one glance.
Escape!
And you must run!
Qin Wangchuan was unaware of what the others were thinking; otherwise, he would definitely have retorted, "Do you think I'm Evil God?"
After descending the Reception Platform and crossing several thresholds, one enters the Imperial Capital of the Dayan Dynasty.
What? You're asking why no one stopped them or checked them?
The three leaders possessed extraordinary bearing, and their bodies emanated Dao Rhyme.
The dozens of guards behind him possessed an aura as deep as a bottomless pit; although they were standing there, no one could detect the slightest fluctuation in their cultivation levels.
With such a force, who would dare to stop them?
Let alone stopping them, even taking a second look requires immense courage.
The moment Qin Wangchuan stepped into the Imperial Capital, the scene before him suddenly opened up.
The wide street was paved with a single piece of Azure Jade, and pedestrians lined the street, but they all consciously stood on both sides.
There were cultivators riding Spirit Beast, Sword Cultivator, and nobles riding in magnificent carriages.
As Qin Wangchuan and his group passed by, many people stopped in their tracks and respectfully stepped aside.
I can't afford to mess with them.
"This Imperial Capital, although it can't compare to the Immortal Dynasty, isn't much worse." Qin Wangchuan's appraising gaze swept over the surroundings.
Qin Zhaoer scoffed, "They're nothing but sycophants." A hint of disdain flashed in her beautiful eyes. "The news of our Flying Ship landing has probably already spread throughout the entire Imperial Capital."
Qin Wangchuan replied, "It would be truly laughable if no one came to greet a visiting guest."
Although Ye Jianwei was blind, he seemed to sense something and whispered, "Young Master, it seems someone is waiting for us ahead."
Sure enough, at the end of the street, a group of servants dressed in fine clothes were hurrying to greet them.
The leader was an elderly man with white hair and a kind face, but he exuded an unfathomable aura. He bowed respectfully from afar.
"I have come on the orders of the State Lord to welcome Young Master Qin. A welcoming banquet has been prepared for you; please follow me."
Qin Wangchuan raised his head, his gaze passing over the old man and looking into the distance—there, three floating altars gleamed in the sunlight, with countless powerful auras faintly visible intertwined.
He turned to Qin Zhaoer and said, "You go ahead first. I'll visit some old friends in the city."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaoer slightly raised her delicate chin, a playful smile curving her red lips, "Oh? You have old friends here?"
Her slender, pale fingers twirled a strand of hair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Could it be... one of my confidantes?"
Qin Wangchuan didn't respond, but simply gave him an obedient look.
Upon seeing this, Qin Zhaoer curled her red lips and clicked her tongue, saying, "Tch--"
She loosened the strands of hair she had been playing with, flicked her wide, snow-white sleeves, and as she turned, the hem of her White Veil dress drew a perfect arc in the air. "Boring."
These two words were spoken lightly, yet carried an indescribable air of spoiled arrogance.
After saying that, she walked gracefully in the direction the white-haired old man had indicated, her ankles and wrists jingling, her back view exuding a hint of defiance.
The white-haired old man who was in charge of guiding them lit up when he heard Qin Wangchuan say that he had an old friend in the city, but he didn't say anything. He just bowed respectfully and left.
Suddenly, Ye Jianwei was left by Qin Wangchuan's side.
Although her appearance and aura are still striking, they are much better than before.
"According to the timeline in the simulation, Xu Qing should have been managing Mystic Sound Pavilion for a year now. We can find him there."
"But there's no rush..."
Qin Wangchuan pondered, his gaze drifting towards the towering Imperial City in the distance.
He needs to go to the Cold Palace first.
Although I could have gone with the old man, the key issue is...
With a flick of his finger, Qin Wangchuan conjured a special Storage Bag embroidered with dark gold patterns. The bag's opening was slightly ajar, and a pair of feathers with flowing Spatial Dao Pattern could be vaguely seen within.
"Here you go." He tossed the Storage Bag to Ye Jianwei.