You're Still a Dog!

On the arena, it was a pack of wolves fighting over food.

Just as Shen Zhou was preparing to fight with all his might, a sudden roar came from the distant sky, "How dare you! Who dares to snatch my Qin family's ancestral divine weapon!"

As the words fell, two figures crashed down from the air. Before anyone could make out their features, a violent surge of primal power swept outward like a tidal wave.

The crowd that had just been about to pounce on Shen Zhou bore the brunt of it and was knocked back.

Once everyone steadied themselves and looked up, they saw two elderly men in green robes had appeared on the stage. With white hair and brows, their eyes flashed like lightning as they scanned the surroundings, murderous intent thick in the air.

"It's Qin Family's Elders Qin Yihu and Qin Changfeng! Both are 'Transformation Yuan Eighth Realm' experts!"

Someone in the crowd recognized them and cried out in shock.

The people on the arena immediately hesitated, afraid to make any move.

Seeing this, Shen Zhou looked regretfully at the Taixuan Sword in his hand and sighed, "Ah... looks like I'll have to find another chance to test this blade."

In an instant, the scene fell silent.

Qin Yihu lived up to his name—tall and burly, rough in appearance. After cowing the crowd, he rolled up his sleeves and swept his gaze over the assembled martial artists, declaring forcefully, "Who was it that wanted to snatch it by force just now? Come on, step forward. I'd like to see just how much guts you've got, daring to stir up trouble on my Qin family's turf. Do you really think the Qin family has no one left?"

At his shout, the scar-faced man, Buddha, and others who had been so arrogant moments before shrank back like mice seeing a cat, not daring to even grunt.

Might makes right!

Though these people had some strength, they were nothing compared to the elders of a noble clan.

Seeing no one step up, Qin Yihu sneered, "Since none of you dare to show yourselves, then from now on, don't let me see you again. Otherwise, I'll beat every last one of you I find. Get lost!"

The scar-faced man and Buddha slunk away.

Shen Zhou watched from behind, clicking his tongue in admiration, "As expected of a noble clan's elders—even with the family in decline, they're still this tough!"

Once the matter was settled, the two Qin elders turned around, their gazes immediately locking onto the Taixuan Sword in Shen Zhou's hand.

Seeing their ancestral divine weapon appear in the world, they were both overjoyed and deeply moved.

They exchanged a knowing glance.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day our ancestral divine weapon surfaced. Even if we die now, we have no regrets."

"Indeed. 'When the Taixuan Sword emerges, the Qin family shall rise again.' I only hope our ancestors' spirits above will bless our family to truly revive!"

After their excitement subsided, they finally turned their attention to Shen Zhou.

Seeing that the one who had drawn the sword was merely a youth, Qin Yihu frowned unconsciously, disappointment flickering in his heart.

Given the Qin family's current state, he didn't believe a single youth could uphold the family's honor.

Fortunately, Qin Changfeng was more steady and kind-hearted. He stepped forward with a warm smile and greeted, "Young friend, since you've drawn our Qin family's ancestral divine weapon, you are our honored guest. Why not come to the Qin residence for a visit? What do you say?"

Shen Zhou pondered for a moment.

He thought to himself that he had just arrived in Flying Bird City, knew no one, and had no place to stay. Going to the Qin family first didn't seem like a bad idea.

Besides, he was about to start learning martial arts and lacked everything. Even if the Qin family was no longer at its peak, they should at least have a few martial arts manuals or techniques to spare. At worst, he could get guidance from an elder—wasn't that better than finding a martial arts school on his own?

Of course, he wouldn't take without giving back.

Since he had taken the Qin family's sword, he owed them a debt. If the Qin family truly had any difficulties, he wouldn't mind lending a hand.

As for 'Flying Bird City's number one beauty' and the like, Shen Zhou wasn't considering that for now.

He had crossed over into this world where martial arts reached the divine, and with a cheat like 'Invincible with a Sword,' he had to think big. The peak of martial arts was just a stepping stone—figuring out how to achieve eternal life was the ultimate goal.

With that in mind, Shen Zhou made his decision. "Alright, I'll come for a visit."

And so, Shen Zhou led the Three Little Ones and followed the two Qin elders to the Qin residence.

The news that the Qin family's ancestral divine weapon had finally been drawn spread like wildfire through the crowd, quickly reaching every corner of Flying Bird City, causing a citywide uproar and endless discussion.

At the Qin residence.

Upon receiving word from the arena, the Qin family sprang into action.

Aside from the family's 'Celestial Firmament Realm' grand-aunt, who was too old to meddle in worldly affairs, the only one absent was the family head, Qin Yuanshan.

Qin Yuanshan was in seclusion, trying to break through a bottleneck and add another 'Celestial Firmament' expert to ease the family's pressure. For now, the four elders were managing clan affairs.

At this moment, in the meeting hall.

The Qin family's First Elder Qin Changlin, Second Elder Qin Changfeng, Third Elder Qin Yihu, and Fourth Elder Qin Suyun sat at the head of the hall. Below them, a dozen core family disciples stood on either side, their gazes fixed on the four youths in the center of the hall.

No, more accurately, they were locked onto Shen Zhou at the front.

If you can't find the book by its title, try searching by the author's name—maybe it was just renamed!

Earlier, when Qin Changfeng and Qin Yihu had brought Shen Zhou and the Three Little Ones back, the Qin family members were puzzled, wondering why the two elders had brought back four youths instead of just the sword-drawer.

After learning that Shen Zhou was the one who had drawn the sword, the hall fell silent.

If the Qin family could post bullet comments, the entire meeting hall would have been flooded with question marks.

"What's going on? This guy is the sword-drawer? Is there a mistake?"

"There's not even a trace of blood energy fluctuation on him—he should be an ordinary person. How could the 'Taixuan Sword' have been drawn by him?"

"This kid has nothing going for him except a decent face. Maybe he just got lucky."

After a moment of silence, the younger generation of the Qin Family couldn't hold back their complaints. Their faces showed contempt or sneers, and they spoke without any restraint, completely unafraid of Shen Zhou overhearing.

Hearing these words, the Three Little Ones immediately tensed up.

They had been nervous and uneasy ever since stepping through the Qin Family's gate, and now seeing the hostile attitude of the Qin Family members, their anxiety only grew.

A Dai even tugged at Shen Zhou's sleeve, signaling him with his eyes to be careful around the Qin Family.

Shen Zhou turned back and smiled at the Three Little Ones, giving them a reassuring look.

Ever since he got his golden finger, Shen Zhou had stopped bothering to overthink things and acted more on impulse, doing whatever came to mind. But that didn't mean he was clueless.

Originally, he came to the Qin Family thinking he could help them out while settling in, as a way to repay the debt of the 'sword gift.' But now it seemed the Qin Family saw him as some lucky nobody who happened to pull out their divine weapon and wanted to cling to their coattails.

This made Shen Zhou want to laugh.

Truly, they couldn't recognize a hidden master right before their eyes!

But that was fine. If the Qin Family turned on him, he could use that as a reason to cut ties completely, severing all relations. Then, if anything happened to the Qin Family later, he could stand by and watch with a clear conscience.

After all, it was their own choice.

With that thought, Shen Zhou's expression grew even more relaxed and carefree, but to the Qin Family, it only looked vulgar, uncouth, and beyond redemption.

The Qin Family's disgust deepened in an instant.

Grand Elder Qin Changlin exchanged glances with Qin Changfeng and Qin Yihu, confirming repeatedly that Shen Zhou was the one who pulled the sword. His brow remained furrowed the entire time. After a moment of deliberation, he rose from his seat in the hall and looked at Shen Zhou, asking politely, "Since this young hero has drawn our Qin Family's ancestral divine weapon, you are a distinguished guest of our clan. May I ask your name and where your home is?"

He was probing into Shen Zhou's background.

If the man himself was lacking, but his family was powerful, he could still be useful to the Qin Family.

But Shen Zhou saw through his intentions and answered bluntly, "My name is Shen Zhou, from White Sheep County. No parents, just these two brothers and one sister behind me. The four of us used to beg on the streets to survive. So, do I still qualify as a distinguished guest of the Qin Family?"

Shen Zhou's words left Grand Elder Qin speechless.

Not from a noble family.

And he couldn't fight.

Even if the Qin Family was willing to keep their promise and pour all their resources into training him, could this youth really help the Qin Family revive?

Even if he could, how long would it take?

Did the Qin Family have the time to wait for him to grow?

But then again, since he pulled the ancestral divine weapon, didn't he have some extraordinary quality?

A string of concerns flashed through Qin Changlin's mind. Still, as the Grand Elder, he had to say something proper. "Young Hero Shen jokes. Since the Qin Family has made a promise, we will not break it. However, how we should treat our distinguished guest requires further discussion before we decide."

With that, Qin Changlin signaled the other three with his eyes, and they quickly left the meeting hall together.

Once they were in the back, Qin Yihu couldn't hold back and said, "Big Brother, since that brat is nothing, why keep him around? Just kick him out of the Qin Family and be done with it."

Qin Suyun frowned and chimed in, "Big Brother, you're not really going to keep your promise, are you? Let that useless kid marry Mingyue and pour the entire clan's resources into helping him train in martial arts?"

Qin Changfeng looked puzzled but stayed silent, trusting that his big brother had his reasons.

After the third and fourth siblings finished speaking, Qin Changlin pondered for a moment before replying, "Third Brother, Fourth Sister, don't rush. Don't forget, that young man is still the one who pulled the ancestral divine weapon. If he were truly worthless, how could the 'Taixuan Sword' have been drawn by him?"

(The Taixuan Sword: I didn't want to either, sob sob...)

Qin Yihu and Qin Suyun were taken aback.

Grand Elder Qin continued, "In other words, even if that young man is truly useless, we can't just expel him. Otherwise, the Qin Family will earn a reputation for 'going back on our word' and 'lacking integrity.' From then on, who in Flying Bird City would dare deal with us?

So, we must handle this matter carefully."

After hearing their big brother's words, Qin Yihu finally realized the gravity of the situation. He frowned and asked, "Then what should we do next?"

Grand Elder Qin's expression suddenly turned calm. Stroking his beard, he said, "No rush. Didn't you see that our younger generation is also dissatisfied with that young man? Let them make a fuss. Through this, we can see whether that youth is truly 'a rotten log' or 'a hidden gem.'"

Qin Yihu's eyes lit up. "So you called us to the back to give the younger ones a chance to act!"

Qin Suyun beamed with joy.

Qin Changfeng nodded in admiration. "As expected of Big Brother—truly brilliant!"

If Shen Zhou were there, he would have said, "And you're truly a sly old dog!"