609: The blessing of my son

“As expected, it’s an Undead-type, isn’t it?”

Qin Yang laughed inwardly.

He couldn't judge the strength of the Demi-Human God-King's remnant soul before, and couldn't rule out the possibility of it suddenly attacking, so he summoned the Lamp-holding Golden Crow to illuminate the underground ruins.

As soon as the skill was released, it indeed suppressed that thing.

The Lamp-holding Golden Crow is the natural enemy of Undead-types; the Supreme Yang Divine Light it emits is enough to reduce any ghost or specter to ashes.

With this, Qin Yang felt much more at ease and continued to pour Mental Energy into the Lamp-holding Golden Crow.

As long as the Lamp-holding Golden Crow suppressed the area above the cave entrance, the Demi-Human God-King wouldn't be able to get out.

However, the Lamp-holding Golden Crow required a continuous consumption of Mental Energy.

With Qin Chuan's attributes, he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long at all.

This skill still needed Qin Yang to cast it remotely using the shangfang sword.

But the high consumption of casting across space couldn't be completely ignored either.

At this moment, Qin Yang only felt his head tightening, and his Mental Energy was rapidly depleting as if a vast ocean was flowing into the 歸墟.

Perceiving that he couldn't hold on for much longer, Qin Yang immediately said to Qin Chuan: “Go ahead, this is an Emperor Tier monster. Killing it will be enough for you to reach Peak Hero Rank, and with a bit of luck, you might even reach Monarch Tier.”

“Alright!”

Qin Chuan shouted loudly, spread his five fingers towards the deep pit, and said: “Divine Weapon of the World!”

However... there was no response.

Qin Yang laughed helplessly: “Didn’t you read the skill description? You need to recite my honorable name.”

“Honorable name...”

Qin Chuan glanced at the skill bar's description, was suddenly startled, and said: “So, I still have to call you Monarch Father? This... isn't this going against the natural order?”

“Not reciting it?”

Qin Yang snorted coldly: “Then you don't need this experience; let me do it instead.”

Immediately, he raised his hand, making a gesture as if to cast a skill remotely.

“Don’t!”

Qin Chuan yelled, twisting his face: “I’ll recite it, I’ll recite it...”

Then, he took a deep breath and began the “shameful” recitation.

“Divine Emperor Monarch Father, Dawn Holy Emperor, Supreme Emperor Qin Yang, your subject Qin Chuan, humbly requests heavenly grace to bestow upon me supreme imperial authority, specifically permitting me to cast the skill...”

“Divine Weapon of the World!”

After the recitation, Qin Chuan roared loudly.

Instantly.

Hundreds of Divine Weapon Phantoms, shining with golden light, rapidly condensed above the cave entrance, and then, without a moment's delay, stabbed straight down into the deep pit.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The dense attacks formed a pillar of light, filling the entire deep pit.

At the same time, a shrill roar echoed throughout the entire underground ruins, even causing the stone walls and dome to tremble slightly.

The roar lasted for only about 10 seconds before golden light erupted from Qin Chuan's body.

Clearly, the so-called Demi-Human God-King had already been riddled with holes by the Divine Weapon Phantoms and had begun to provide Qin Chuan with experience.

“Hahahaha! This feels amazing!”

“Is this what it’s like to cheat?”

“I actually instantly killed a Peak Emperor Tier!”

Qin Chuan, immersed in the rush of massive experience, laughed wildly.

After the golden light on his body flickered six times, a strong surge of Qi erupted, sweeping up a vast amount of sand, stone, and rubble.

This was Qin Chuan breaking through to Rank 90, reaching Rank 91.

At this point, he had already been promoted to Hero Rank.

But this was far from over.

If the records were correct, the Demi-Human God-King should have four-star potential, meaning killing it would grant 10 times the experience points.

Coupled with the Peak Emperor Tier Rank, it should allow Qin Chuan to break through to Rank 120 and achieve Monarch Tier!

“Our family is about to have another Monarch Tier.”

Inside the kunlun mirror, Lin Xiaoer murmured.

Looking at Qin Chuan, who was constantly emitting golden light, she felt a bit “sour.”

One must know that even she, the Little Sword Emperor, had experienced many hardships to reach Monarch Tier.

Yet Qin Chuan, simply by riding on his son's coattails, could leap from Grandmaster to Monarch Tier.

And there was also Chu Mengxuan, who also rode on her daughter's coattails, jumping from Grandmaster to Monarch Tier.

It truly is that thousands of scrolls are not as good as having a good son!

Looking at Qin Chuan's smug smile, Lin Xiaoer frowned and said: “Look at his smug expression. After being promoted to Monarch Tier, his voice will probably get much louder, won’t it? When are you going to give this old lady a boost?”

However, Qin Yang shook his head and said: “He won’t reach Monarch Tier. Dad used my skill after all, so some of his experience was taken by me. At most, he’ll reach Peak Hero Rank.”

Lin Xiaoer burst out laughing.

Qin Chuan was finally about to straighten his back, but he was interrupted again.

But this was enough.

From Grandmaster to Peak Hero Rank, even for a Prodigy among Professionals, it would take ten to twenty years; most people would even need a lifetime.

Just like Chu Mengxuan's Master, Xu Nantian.

He was almost 90 years old, yet his Rank was still 91, merely an Early Stage Hero Rank.

And Qin Chuan... just by counting the number of times the golden light flashed, one knew that he was already in the Late Stage Hero Rank.

The golden light flickered for nearly 1 minute before abruptly stopping.

Qin Chuan, who had been laughing wildly, found his smile frozen on his face.

He looked down at his body, as if he had lost something, looking left and right, and said: “Eh... why did it end? I was only one Rank away from breaking through to Monarch Tier...”

Qin Yang said through the kunlun mirror: “You used my skill, so I get 10% of the experience.”

“I...”

Qin Chuan was on the verge of tears, but he couldn't say anything.

Being able to level up quickly was already thanks to Qin Yang's good fortune.

Let alone taking 10%.

Even taking 90% would be deserved.

It was just that stopping at this critical juncture was truly regrettable.

“Forget it...”

“Being able to reach Rank 120 is already like a dream.”

“No, I wouldn’t even dare to dream this big...”

Qin Chuan comforted himself somewhat dejectedly.

Then, he took out a Beast Path Amulet from his backpack, examined it for a while, and then looked at the kunlun mirror and said: “The Beast Path Amulet has been acquired. It went directly into my backpack. Do you want me to bring it back to you, or should I send it via a sound transmission talisman? This item requires a black-grade sound transmission talisman to send, wouldn’t that be too extravagant...”

“Extravagant my ass! Send it to me immediately!”

Qin Yang said speechlessly.

Qin Chuan was indeed a self-made rich man; even as a Retired Emperor, he was still so frugal.

Admittedly, black-grade sound transmission talismans were extremely expensive, with a single one costing as much as five or six hundred million.

But for Qin Yang now, five hundred billion was not as valuable as time.

Qin Chuan's round trip to the Human World would take at least two months.

Within these two months, Qin Yang might even have to fight a decisive battle with the Heavenly Court.

If he lacked a Beast Path Amulet, wouldn't he suffer a great loss?