16: The immortal body of immortality should not be so against the will of heaven, but he is Qin Wangchuan.

“What? You want to spar with me?”

Qin Zhaoer was stunned when she heard Qin Wangchuan’s challenge, then her lips curved up uncontrollably, and a look of wild joy flashed in her eyes.

The Eternal Life Immortal Body Cultivates very slowly; this is common knowledge that everyone knows.

Ninth Brother is only five years old, and not only does she have a Saint Physique, but she is also much older than him.

Normally, due to Old Ancestor, it was inconvenient to act, and even if she suffered a setback, she could only endure it.

But now, he actually offered himself up.

Isn't this purely offering himself up to be beaten?

Such a good thing!

“Good! You said it!” She was afraid that Qin Wangchuan would go back on his word, so she immediately agreed loudly, even sticking out her pinky finger, “Come, pinky promise! Whoever goes back on their word is a dog!”

Qin Wangchuan had no choice but to hook fingers with her.

Qin Zhaoer secretly laughed, “Just you wait, I’ll beat you so hard you’ll cry for your parents!”

The news that the two were going to spar quickly spread.

Ninth Young Master Seventh Daozi Qin Miaoyan—Qin Zhaoer’s older sister—rushed to the training ground almost as if on fire wheels as soon as she heard about the spar.

Her foxy eyes darted around, the corners of her mouth curved into an excited arc, and even her breathing carried the joy of “a chance to get rich has come.”

“The betting is open! The betting is open!” Seventh Daozi Qin Miaoyan shouted loudly, and the abacus in her hand rattled with a “pa.”

Amidst the flickering spiritual light, a gilded gambling table appeared out of thin air outside the training ground.

“Ninth Brother wins 1 pays 2, Eighth Sister wins 1 pays 1.5!” She tapped her fingertip, and two lines of gilded characters appeared on the gambling table, then she added, “Spirit crystals and spirit marrow are accepted without question, the betting limit is one thousand bottles of spirit marrow, place your bets!”

The surrounding Disciples heard this and gathered around, some whispering, “Seventh Young Master is at it again, last time the Eldest Young Master and Fourth Young Master fought, and the Fourth Young Master won, I lost a hundred bottles of spirit marrow.”

“Me too! It was obvious the Eldest Young Master was stronger, I suspect there’s something fishy going on!”

Seventh Daozi Qin Miaoyan turned a deaf ear, just smiling and fiddling with her abacus, her gaze sweeping through the crowd, as if she could already see the rolling wealth coming in.

“This is a rare opportunity, miss it and there won’t be a next time~” Her voice was sweet, yet it carried an irresistible allure, “Think carefully before placing your bet, after all, Ninth Brother might not necessarily lose, he is the Qilin Child that even Old Ancestor thinks highly of.”

As her words fell, although they knew Seventh Young Master's unscrupulous merchant nature, many Disciples still took out spirit crystals to place their bets.

The spiritual light by the gambling table constantly flickered, recording every transaction.

Seventh Daozi Qin Miaoyan nodded in satisfaction, secretly delighted:

“I’m getting rich! I’m getting rich!”

Several Elders rushed over upon hearing the news, and after their gaze swept over the two confronting each other on the stage, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

“Are these two finally fighting? What’s the reason?”

“It seems like a spar, and Ninth Young Master initiated it.”

“Initiated it?”

Hearing this, everyone was even more surprised.

One is nine years old, possesses the Peach Blossom Calamity Physique, naturally enchanting, with the potential to bring disaster to the world.

Her Cultivation speed is also extremely fast, having just broken through to the Fourth Realm.

A nine-year-old in the Fourth Realm, this talent can definitely be called a peerless Prodigy!

And the other, five years old, Eternal Life Immortal Body, with immortal bones all over his body.

Although his Physique is excellent and his immortal bone Foundation is also superb, he has the drawback of slow Cultivation speed.

There should be no comparability between them...

“Hmm? No, wait!” The Elder in charge of the training ground was the first to notice something was amiss and said anxiously, “Look closely at the aura around Ninth Young Master.”

Everyone focused their gaze, only to see that although Qin Wangchuan’s immortal bones concealed his Realm, his aura was solid, even far exceeding Qin Zhaoer’s.

“This aura… I how do I feel like Ninth Young Master might also be in the Fourth Realm?”

“More than that! He might even exceed the Fourth Realm!”

Several Elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

“Everyone knows that the Eternal Life Immortal Body Cultivates extremely slowly.” An Elder stroked his beard, his brows tightly furrowed, “Ninth Young Master is only five years old, how could he…”

“Indeed, it’s impossible.”

A steady voice came from behind, and everyone turned around to see Qin Wenhe standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the small figure in the arena.

“Imperial Tutor!” Several Elders quickly saluted.

Many people had become emperors under Qin Wenhe's guidance, making him the best teacher in the Qin Family, hence he was respectfully called Imperial Tutor by many.

Qin Wenhe nodded slightly and continued, “The Eternal Life Immortal Body should indeed not have such a Cultivation speed.”

“But—”

The corner of his mouth curved slightly, and a profound light flashed in his eyes.

“He is Qin Wangchuan.”

“With immortal bones all over his body, born with Chaos Immortal Light protecting him, he even managed to uncover a traitor in the clan with just a dream.”

“Anything that happens to him is not surprising.”

Everyone was speechless upon hearing this.

Yes, this Ninth Young Master has been extraordinary since birth.

The Eternal Life Immortal Body should Cultivate slowly, yet he broke common sense.

Not to mention his ability to disregard Karma and foresee the future…

“It’s still the Imperial Tutor’s excellent guidance.” An Elder couldn't help but flatter him.

For ordinary matters, he might have accepted the credit, but this time was different.

Qin Wenhe shrugged, his tone indifferent, “I didn’t do anything.”

“What?!” Everyone was astonished.

“He cultivated by himself, broke through in his dreams, and even chose his own Cultivation Technique.” Qin Wenhe spread his hands, “At most, I just reminded him when he… went astray in his practice while sleeping.”

The Elders: “…”

This… is this reasonable?!

Qin Wenhe looked at their shocked expressions and chuckled, “If you don’t believe me, you can always ask.”

All the Elders were surprised to hear this, their gazes sweeping over Qin Wangchuan's immortal bones, shaking their heads thoughtfully, no longer saying anything, and focused on the two in the arena.

“Ninth Brother, it’s still not too late to admit defeat now~” Qin Zhaoer, in a pure white gauze dress with jade pendants clinking at her waist, raised her chin, her eyes sparkling with excitement, “I, your Eighth Sister, don’t hold back, what if I hurt you…”

Qin Wangchuan’s mouth twitched, but his childish voice carried an undeniable confidence:

“Eighth Sister, please go all out.”

“Hmph!” Qin Zhaoer snorted, as if afraid Qin Wangchuan would go back on his word, “Then this Sister won’t be polite!”

With that, her Fourth Realm aura erupted.

The Fourth Realm, Spirit Dao Realm, already allows one to use spiritual power to strengthen oneself or use “Spirit Arts.”

A blue light suddenly erupted around the nine-year-old girl, spiritual power overflowing and covering her entire body.

Without using a spell, she lightly tapped her toes and instantly appeared in front of Qin Wangchuan, then threw a punch.

Seeing this, Qin Wangchuan did not dodge, but instead lightly tapped his fingertip, and the character “ O” (Yu, meaning ‘defend’ or ‘control’) appeared in the Void Realm.

In an instant, a brilliant sword light appeared out of thin air—without a hilt or a tip, only a section of the blade stretched across the Void Realm.

“Clang—!”

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the sky, and the fierce attack was perfectly blocked by the sword blade that appeared out of thin air.

“What?!” Qin Zhaoer’s pupils constricted, and a sharp pain shot through her fist, as if she had smashed it against ten-thousand-year-old profound iron.

She looked in disbelief at the sword blade that had appeared out of thin air—it didn’t remain still after being struck, but instead vibrated slightly like a real sword, dissipating the impact layer by layer, ultimately not even a trace of residual force reached Qin Wangchuan.

“Is this a Spirit Art?” Qin Zhaoer asked subconsciously, then immediately reacted:

“You’re also in the Fourth Realm?!”