28: qingwangchuan

The Tomb of Qing Wangchuan.

Although he was prepared, after seeing the name on the tomb, Qin Wangchuan couldn't help but exclaim:

This damned idiotic System, it really bound the wrong person!

On the cold stone tablet, the three characters “Qing Wangchuan” were glaring.

The System should have bound the humble Qing Wangchuan, not the Imperial Family’s Qin Wangchuan.

There were two characters different.

Which meant, the one buried in the grave was the true protagonist.

However, due to some unknown accident, the humble counterattack System that should have belonged to Qing Wangchuan ended up binding to him.

Not only did the System bind the wrong person, but it also spent five full years reading the terms!

Five years was enough time for a talentless humble young man without a Golden Finger to silently die in a Family dispute.

According to the System's plot, Qing Wangchuan could have relied on the System to cheat his way through, rising from obscurity, feigning weakness to ambush stronger foes, befriending all kinds of beauties, having many women, and ultimately achieving supreme dominance, even transcending the world was not impossible—a true Xuanhuan novel's male lead.

But now, let alone a counterattack—

The grass on his grave was already three meters high.

“He died unexpectedly at the age of four,” Yin Qiyue's voice was low, her slender fingers gently caressing the tombstone. “Later, it was discovered that a maid was secretly behind it.”

“Although she has been dealt with, the dead cannot be brought back to life. He will forever remain four years old.”

Moss covered the cracks in the tombstone, and a few withered leaves swirled down in front of the grave.

Yin Qiyue looked up at the Young Master before her, a deep confusion flashing in her eyes:

“May I ask what your relationship with him is, Young Master?”

“An old friend.”

Qin Wangchuan tossed the bouquet of flowers he had bought on the way in front of the tombstone, a complex emotion playing on his lips.

The person was already dead, so he could say whatever he wanted.

The moss on the inscription dampened his fingertips.

Who would have thought that this young man, who was bullied to death by a maid, was supposed to be the Luck-blessed male lead of a thrilling novel? If the System had Awakened a year earlier, if he had held on for one more year...

Ultimately,

To be played to death by a maid, he was truly useless.

“An old friend?” Yin Qiyue frowned slightly, thinking to herself how she had never heard him mention it.

Although this explanation barely made sense as to why the other party knew her name, she always felt that something was amiss.

It was too smooth.

The Young Master seemed to know everything about her.

Yet she knew nothing about him.

‘Forget it, we just met by chance. Thinking too much is useless.’

The morning breeze swept over the grave, carrying a few withered leaves that swirled at Yin Qiyue's feet.

“Since it's a reunion of old friends, if he knew in the afterlife, he would surely be happy.”

“It's getting late. I still need to rush back to the Sect to report.” She tidied her wind-blown hair. “Let's part ways here...”

“Let's go together.”

This sudden invitation made Yin Qiyue's breath catch.

She looked up, and the young man was gazing towards Qinglan Holy Land.

Those eyes, which should have been youthful, held a startling depth.

“Is Young Master also going to the Qinglan Holy Land in the Northern Region?” she asked tentatively, secretly forming a detection spell with her fingers—still unable to sense any Spiritual Pressure fluctuations.

There were only two explanations for this situation—

Either he was a Mortal child who had never Cultivated, or the disparity in their Realms was unimaginably vast.

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.

In his field of vision, a translucent System panel appeared before him:

【New Mission: Endure Humiliation, Path of Escape!】

【Mission Description: To save your childhood sweetheart, you, a Mortal, defied the Immortal Sect, erupting with world-shaking power in a desperate situation, ultimately slaying Elder Mo Qianjue of Qinglan. However, this act has angered the Holy Land, and now pursuers are closing in. Furthermore, during your escape, you discover—the evil Cultivation Technique seems to be connected to the Qinglan Holy Land's Sect Master...】

【Objective One: Temporarily Avoid the Edge (Difficulty: Hard)】

Escape Qing Shi Town and survive the Holy Land's pursuit.

Reward: Simulation Count +1, Origin +75

【Objective Two: Endure Humiliation (Difficulty: Extremely Hard)】

Change your appearance and join Qinglan Holy Land to investigate the source of the evil Cultivation Technique.

Reward: Origin +100

【Objective Three: World-Shaking Feat (Difficulty: Nearly Impossible)】

Defeat the Qinglan Holy Land Sect Master (Fifth Realm Late Stage).

Completion Reward: Origin +150

(Note: This mission is extremely difficult! It is a phased long-term mission, taking three to four years at the least, or seven to eight years at most. Please proceed with caution, Host.)

Oh wow, how thoughtful.

I'll go kill him now.

“The Northern Region is thousands of miles from here, taking at least three days,” Yin Qiyue couldn't help but remind him, “Young Master, your Family probably won't agree.”

She only thought the young man was curious and wanted to go play.

However,

“Three days?”

Before her words finished, Qin Wangchuan suddenly chuckled softly.

Then he looked up at the sky, and in the next moment—

The world suddenly changed color!

“Boom—!!!”

The clouds were torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, and amidst the violent spatial turbulence, the legendary Sky Sword Flying Ship crushed through the Void Realm.

Every feather of the Azure Phoenix sculpture on its bow erupted with dazzling Sword Qi, causing birds within a hundred-mile radius to flee in terror.

The moment the Flying Ship appeared, a violent Spiritual Pressure poured down like a heavenly river. Yin Qiyue felt her knees weaken, and she was slammed hard onto the ground.

With her hair disheveled, she could only barely support herself with trembling arms.

“A few breaths are enough.”

The young man's voice was still calm, but now it was accompanied by the thunderous sound of the Flying Ship descending.

Yin Qiyue looked up at the flying Magic Treasure before her, far exceeding the descriptions in the Holy Land's ancient texts, her throat tight.

All of this had surpassed her understanding.

“Young Master, who exactly are you...?”

“My surname is Qin.” He stood beneath the Flying Ship, looking down. His black and gold brocade robe billowed like raging waves in the Spiritual Pressure storm, and behind him was the sky-obscuring azure jade hull—every ancient Dao pattern on it spoke of how extraordinary this object was.

“This character should not be unfamiliar to you.”

Yin Qiyue's pupils suddenly constricted.

“Qin”—

This character struck her heart like a heavy hammer, making her ears ring.

That scene from two years ago suddenly flashed in her mind:

The character “Qin” embroidered on the shoulder of the golden-armored Cultivator, the blood spatter on her lips when Elder Mo Qianjue exploded, and that phrase, “a great figure you couldn't reach even if you Cultivated for ten thousand lifetimes”...

She suddenly trembled violently, not from fear, but from a revelation that was almost a shiver—

This young man before her was the “Your Highness” mentioned by that golden-armored Cultivator two years ago!

That existence, who with a single decree crushed her nightmare and was like a savior, now stood before her.

“Two years ago... did you send someone to save my life?” Yin Qiyue's voice was tight, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palm.

In the shadow cast by the Flying Ship, the young man shook his head.

“I had my own purpose; it cannot be called saving you.”

Just as Yin Qiyue gazed at Qin Wangchuan, feeling both surprised and delighted, the next moment—

A clear, cold voice, imbued with Sword Qi, suddenly exploded in her mind!

“Have you seen enough?”

As the Flying Ship slowly descended, a woman stood on the deck.

A very beautiful woman.

She was now staring at her with cold eyes.

“Control your eyes.”