Young Prince Wang Qing

"Third Young Master, the Patriarch is waiting inside," the middle-aged man leading Qin Yu stopped outside the study door.

Qin Yu nodded slightly and walked in with a composed demeanor.

As soon as he entered the study, Qin Yu saw his "father," Qin Zhan, sitting imposingly in the room, his stern eyes fixed on him.

Qin Yu stood at the doorway, meeting Qin Zhan's gaze without speaking.

"Martial Realm First Layer! Do you need no pressure to know how to strive?" Qin Zhan's voice was deep and authoritative, speaking coldly.

Qin Yu did not answer. His impression of Qin Zhan was limited to his memories. In those memories, Qin Yu had very few recollections of his father, Qin Zhan, but the ones he feared most were Qin Feng and his father, Qin Zhan.

"Fifteen years old, Martial Realm First Layer. It's still not too late to work hard. If you don't, you'll be mediocre your entire life, and you won't even know how you died one day," Qin Zhan said sternly.

Seeing Qin Yu's calm expression, a hint of softness crossed Qin Zhan's gaze. He said in a low voice, "If you had entered the Martial Realm First Layer a year earlier, I would have thrown you into the army to temper your foundation. Perhaps you could have passed the first two hurdles. But now, you can only wait. After you reach the Martial Realm Fifth Level, I will take you to a place. That is your mother's sect! But you have at most three years. If you don't reach the Martial Realm Fifth Level within three years, you will remain here forever, in the Wu Kingdom."

"My mother's sect?" Qin Yu frowned. For the first time, he realized that the Qin family was not as simple as it appeared, and his mother was likely not a mere maid as others had said.

Qin Zhan watched Qin Yu, a hint of confusion in his brows. He had always paid attention to his third son, Qin Yu. Normally, facing him, Qin Yu would have been trembling long ago, but this time, he was completely unfazed and composed.

Could it be... he's truly grown up?

At this moment, Qin Zhan felt a sudden surge of relief.

"Have you not thought about your mother all these years?" Qin Zhan asked.

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat. An elegant figure involuntarily appeared in his mind, the most memorable being those eyes filled with tenderness.

"Mother..." Qin Yu murmured.

Perhaps influenced by Qin Yu's memories, his heart felt a slight sting. The former him was an orphan with no impression of his parents. Now, hearing about his mother and recalling those gentle eyes, Qin Yu's calm heart felt like a stone had been dropped into it, causing ripples.

"Never mind. You'll naturally know some things when your cultivation improves. Go." Qin Zhan's voice was low. At this moment, he seemed to have aged considerably.

Qin Yu glanced at Qin Zhan and turned to leave.

Just as Qin Yu stepped over the threshold, Qin Zhan's voice suddenly rang out, "Wait."

"This was left by your mother. If you can learn it before the grand gathering, perhaps you'll have a chance to go to your mother's sect early," Qin Zhan said slowly.

Qin Yu paused for a moment, then turned around. He saw a bamboo slip floating before him. Qin Yu looked at Qin Zhan in astonishment. To levitate an object with qi, one had to be at least in the Gangqi Realm. Qin Zhan, with his Martial Realm Ninth Layer cultivation, couldn't possibly do this unless he had hidden his strength, and even he hadn't noticed.

When his gaze fell upon the bamboo slip, he saw densely packed small characters carved on it. But upon seeing the first five characters, Qin Yu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Myriad Heavens Battle Art (Upper Volume)"

"With strength, mountains can be shattered. If the power of ten thousand layers is stacked, the heavens and emperors can surely be split..."

The words, familiar to the point of being ingrained in his soul, made Qin Yu feel a sense of trance, as if he had returned to that night countless years ago...

This is Myriad Heavens! This is the Myriad Heavens he created.

It must be, it absolutely is!

If the beginnings of other spiritual arts being similar could be a coincidence, then this Myriad Heavens was definitely not a coincidence, because "splitting heavens and emperors" was a change Qin Yu had made on a whim back then.

When creating this Myriad Heavens Battle Art, Qin Yu had originally intended to write "shattering heavens and earth." But with his boundless passion, he felt that the power of ten thousand layers could slay emperors, so he inexplicably changed "earth" to "emperor."

Wang Qing?

A small, thin figure involuntarily appeared in Qin Yu's mind. He had a face that looked older than his years.

His name was Wang Qing.

He was one of the two young attendants responsible for Qin Yu's daily life. Not long after Qin Yu was poisoned, he created his second secret technique, the Myriad Heavens Battle Art, and gave it to Wang Qing.

"Is it Wang Qing?"

Following this, Qin Yu suddenly remembered a record about the Myriad Heavens Battle Sect he had read in the Qin family's library.

"The Myriad Heavens Battle Sect, after the heavens and earth were shattered and the Blood Emperor reassembled them, was one of the top sects in the Star Realm. Due to the loss of its sect-guarding immortal art, it gradually declined and later established itself in the Azure Lotus Heavenly Domain."

"Legend has it that in the ancestral shrine of the Myriad Heavens Battle Sect, there is a mysterious painting... On the painting is a person gazing up at the vast starry sky. Some say this is a self-portrait of the founding ancestor, Wang Qing, while others say this person is the ancestor's guide..."

Various accounts of the Myriad Heavens Battle Sect flashed through Qin Yu's mind.

Qin Yu clutched the bamboo slip, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Wang Qing, Myriad Heavens Battle Sect!

Qin Yu closed his eyes tightly, his heart churning with a myriad of emotions.

The enemy of the past had become a great demon, the sister of the past had become the Blood Emperor, and the attendant of the past had actually become the founding ancestor...

And all of this had become a distant memory, as if it were all just a dream.

At this moment, Qin Yu felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness. He, who should have perished long ago, had inexplicably reincarnated.

And all of this seemed to be orchestrated by an unseen hand. His reincarnated mother was from the Myriad Heavens Battle Sect, and the battle art he had created, after countless years, had returned to his hands.

Qin Zhan, who was sitting upright, stared at Qin Yu, whose expression was constantly changing, with surprise and confusion in his eyes.

He could feel the changes in Qin Yu, sensing the shock, anger, resentment... and a hint of loneliness emanating from his son's expression.

At this moment, Qin Zhan suddenly realized that as a father, he couldn't see through this seemingly ordinary son of his.

Was it because he hadn't paid him enough attention?

Or...

After a long pause.

Qin Yu snapped back to reality, suppressing all his thoughts. He glanced at Qin Zhan and said calmly, "I understand." With that, he turned and left.

It was already evening by the time he returned to his small courtyard. Xiao Tao and Xiao Hua had been anxiously waiting by the entrance. Seeing Qin Yu's figure, they both hurried over.

"Third Young Master, where did you go?"

"Third Young Master..."

Qin Yu looked at the two of them and said casually, "For the next half a month, no one is allowed to approach this courtyard. No matter what happens, we'll discuss it after I'm out of seclusion!" Without waiting for their response, Qin Yu entered his room and shut the door.

"What... what is Third Young Master planning to do?" Xiao Tao and Xiao Hua exchanged bewildered glances.

"Xiao Tao... I'm a little scared. Is Third Young Master really traumatized... I heard... people like that are terrifying..."

Inside the room.

Qin Yu took out a hundred low-grade Spirit Stones from his spatial ring and set up two simple formations in the room: one called the Spirit Gathering Array and the other a Defense Array. The Defense Array had functions for defense, heat insulation, and soundproofing. Although both formations were very basic, they were beyond the ability of cultivators below the Gangqi Realm to break.

Back when Qin Yu was in the Tian Qi Sect's library, he had read extensively. He had memorized almost everything available in the library, so setting up these two simple formations was a piece of cake for him.

Afterward, Qin Yu took out a large cyan cauldron. This cauldron was a common type used for alchemy, inscribed with heavenly patterns that could produce true fire when activated.

It had to be said that Qin Yu had spared no expense for this bone tempering process. Even the water used to boil the medicinal ingredients was top-grade Spirit Water.

He poured the Spirit Water into the cauldron and used the spiritual energy from the Spirit Stones to activate the cauldron's heavenly patterns. A surge of azure flames enveloped the entire cauldron, and soon, the Spirit Water inside began to boil.

Qin Yu then took out all the medicinal ingredients and placed them into the cauldron one by one. However, he didn't put all of them in; he had only bought some of them to mislead Zi Xun'er.

Less than half an hour later.

All the medicinal ingredients had been boiled into a thick medicinal paste.

Qin Yu did not sit in the cauldron, continuing to wait.

An hour later.

When the temperature of the boiling medicinal paste had dropped by half, Qin Yu, with a composed expression, sat down in the cauldron.

The moment he sat down, Qin Yu's complexion changed drastically. The color drained from his face at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by a deathly pallor.

A surge of potent medicinal energy entered his pores like spiritual snakes, and the intense pain felt like being pierced by ten thousand arrows.

Qin Yu gritted his teeth tightly, large beads of sweat erupting on his forehead. The cooled medicinal liquid began to boil violently as if it were boiling water...

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