139: The Qin family branch came to welcome us. How could I bear to see such a scene?

With this lineup, let alone annihilating one Holy Land, it would be enough to annihilate ten, or even a hundred!

Reiming Honored One's heart was a mix of ice and fire at this moment.

On one hand, he secretly congratulated himself for his decisive action just now, not pushing the situation to a more irreversible point.

On the other hand, he was so terrified that his spine turned cold, and cold sweat almost soaked his inner garments.

He secretly raised his eyes and quickly glanced at the quietly sitting young man in the black robe—no, it was the Qin Family Divine Son!

Although he didn't know what a Divine Son was, he knew the Qin Family!!

That was an existence that could govern several regions, yet they all bowed to this young man.

He was filled with fear, afraid that this incomparably noble great figure still harbored dissatisfaction towards him or towards Qingxiao Holy Land.

Even a casual, understated remark from him would be enough to plunge the entire Qingxiao Holy Land into eternal damnation!

This feeling of life and death hanging entirely on another person's whim made him, a quasi-Saint who was usually high above, feel an unprecedented sense of insignificance and powerlessness.

However, Qin Wangchuan did not look at him again.

He only sighed:

"The trial is over."

It was actually quite interesting.

Without a solemn farewell, Qin Wangchuan merely looked at Pang Jie, who was still in shock, and said lightly:

"Cultivate well."

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and landing on the Qin Family's fleet.

After a brief conversation with the Qin Family branch head who came to greet him, the massive fleet changed course and headed back to its residence.

The next moment, Qin Wangchuan's figure flickered, and he appeared on the deck of the Dao Seeking Palace's flying boat, his dark robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

He didn't even look back, and the flying boat transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the clouds and instantly disappearing into the horizon.

He came suddenly and left freely.

Pang Jie stared blankly at the streak of light that had long disappeared into the sky, his heart filled with mixed emotions and a sense of emptiness.

The Elder of Qingxiao Holy Land, who was once out of reach and needed to be looked up to, was now standing cautiously beside him, his tone even carrying a hint of flattery:

"Little friend truly has profound good fortune to be personally guided by such a great figure! Your future prospects will surely be limitless! If you need anything, our Qingxiao Holy Land will definitely lend its full support..."

If it were in the past, being complimented like this by a quasi-Saint expert would probably make Pang Jie ecstatic.

But at this moment, listening to Reiming Honored One's enthusiastic words, which were tinged with awe and calculation, he only felt a strange emptiness and detachment.

This awe and goodwill were not directed at him, Pang Jie, but at the "Little Immortal" who had already left, his back free and unburdened.

He lowered his head to look at his rough palms, then looked in the direction Qin Wangchuan had disappeared, feeling no joy in his heart, only a heavy realization—

That lonely path to becoming a strong person had unfolded before him.

And the plain words, "Cultivate well," spoken by his guide before leaving, were his only signpost.

Pang Jie remained silent for a long time, then suddenly looked up, his gaze passing over Reiming Honored One, who was still chattering and trying to curry favor, and directly at his master, Old Man Xian Yun, who had been standing silently by his side.

His eyes no longer held the previous confusion or longing, but a kind of determination and resolve, like breaking out of a cocoon.

"Master," his voice was not loud, but exceptionally clear, interrupting Reiming Honored One's fawning, "Can I learn the sword?"

Old Man Xian Yun was slightly startled, and a complex glint flashed in his cloudy eyes. He slowly walked forward, his aged hand gently resting on Pang Jie's shoulder, feeling the surging unwillingness and desire within the young man's body.

Reiming Honored One was also choked by this sudden question and awkwardly closed his mouth.

"I am not proficient in the Dao of the Sword, but I know a little," the old man's voice was hoarse, but it carried an unprecedented solemnity, "The sword is the Dao of killing, and also the method of cutting off calamities."

Old Man Xian Yun's voice suddenly became vigorous, and lightning seemed to flash in his eyes: "A sword-wielder must possess the sharpness to contend with the heavens and the resolve to sever fate. This path is a thorny one, fighting against oneself, competing with others, and resisting the heavens."

"Compared to the art of heavenly secrets, it is arduous, lonely, and full of thorns, by no means a smooth road. Have you... thought it through?"

Pang Jie nodded heavily, his gaze unwavering: "I have thought it through. I don't want to just watch helplessly anymore; I don't want to just wait for others to save me. I want... to possess power!"

Old Man Xian Yun gazed at him for a moment and added, his tone meaningful: "You must understand that the path your Little Immortal walks is not a pure Dao of the Sword."

"What kind of Dao is that?" Pang Jie asked.

"It is the Dao of establishing a separate lineage, mapping the myriad heavens, and all laws returning to their origin," Old Man Xian Yun's eyes held a hint of reverence, "That is a path no one dares to walk, and no one has ever walked... the Path of a Dao Ancestor."

Pang Jie's eyes were momentarily confused upon hearing this, but quickly firmed up again: "I don't understand these things, I only know that Little Immortal told me: 'Learn the sword!'"

He clenched his fists, his voice resolute: "This may not be the most suitable Dao for me, but I want to learn it!"

Finally, Old Man Xian Yun nodded:

"Good."

After dealing with Pang Jie's matter, Old Man Xian Yun looked up again, his gaze distant as he stared in the direction where the Dao Seeking Palace's flying boat had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

Seeing this, Reiming Honored One, understanding the hint, cupped his hands and took his leave.

Carrying a heart full of lingering fear and relief, he hurried away as a streak of light, rushing back to the Holy Land to deal with the aftermath.

However, he also heard a term, "Dao Seeking Palace."

'That rising power, it actually originated from a mighty being?' Reiming Honored One's mind raced, and he instantly knew what to do next.

Only when the master and Disciple were left alone did Old Man Xian Yun slowly speak, his voice tinged with an indescribable emotion:

"Dao Seeking Palace... I had heard earlier that a strange Sect suddenly appeared in Middle Thousand Province, acting mysteriously, yet gathering Geniuses from all sides. So... it actually came from the hands of this Qin Family Divine Son."

A sharp glint flickered in his eyes, as if he saw through layers of mist:

"Not enjoying the supreme honor in Heaven Above Heavens, but instead coming to Middle Thousand Province to personally establish a Sect... What this Divine Son is planning is certainly not ordinary."

After a moment of contemplation, Old Man Xian Yun seemed to have made a certain decision: "Disciple, pack up."

"Your master will take you to the Dao Seeking Palace... for a visit."

He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of chess game this astonishingly talented Qin Family Divine Son had set up in Middle Thousand Province.

And for Pang Jie, this might also be an even greater Opportunity.

The Dao Seeking Palace, with its majestic mountain gate, was surrounded by clouds and mist.

Although several of the main administrators of the Dao Seeking Palace were temporarily out today, it seemed no different from usual.

Disciples were either sparring in the training grounds, meditating in quiet rooms, or moving between various halls and pavilions.

The air was filled with vibrant vitality and occasional bursts of spiritual power fluctuations that were illogical yet astonishingly powerful.

However, an invisible yet immense pressure suddenly descended like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire Dao Seeking Palace!

All the Disciples were startled, involuntarily stopping their actions, and looked towards the sky with surprise and uncertainty.

In the distant sky, the figure of a young man in a plain white robe quietly appeared.

His face was refined and handsome, and Immortal Qi swirled around him, as if he were integrated with heaven and earth. With each step he took, subtle ripples spread through the Void Realm beneath his feet, carrying an undeniable aura of a Dominator.

It was True Monarch Yu, who had sealed off a thousand miles of land as his territory.

His real name was Zhou Yunyi.

Of course, this was not his main body, but an Incarnation condensed from a Magic Treasure, used for traveling in the Lower Realm.

Zhou Yunyi hovered outside the great formation of the Dao Seeking Palace, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the unfamiliar Sect below that had "occupied" his territory, his brow slightly furrowed.

"I merely went into seclusion for a few days. From where did these puny individuals come, daring to establish a Sect here without informing the owner of this place?"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every Dao Seeking Palace Disciple, carrying a natural arrogance and accusation.

According to Zhou Yunyi's past experience,

The Sect below should now be in a panic upon seeing him, with the person in charge rushing out to greet him and explain.

However, the expected panic did not occur.

After the initial shock, the Dao Seeking Palace Disciples below quickly regained their composure, and many even showed... peculiar expressions?

It was not fear, but a look mixed with curiosity, scrutiny, and even a hint of... excitement?

"Finally, some action!"