294: Although I am arrogant and rude, he is special.

As some figures vanished behind the palace gate, the crowd in the plaza surged forward rapidly.

Chu Wujiu and Li Xuan exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

A trace of Battle Intent curled the corners of Chu Wujiu's mouth: "Let's go, Li Xuan."

"Let's see if the eleventh floor of this Book Palace can stop us."

Li Xuan nodded calmly: "That is exactly my intention." Their figures flickered, and they stepped into the palace gate side by side.

Zhao Lingyun and Yun Zexuan followed closely behind.

Zhao Lingyun looked at the person beside him with a serious expression: "Yun Zexuan, let's get this straight first—if there's anything, tell me in advance. Don't use me as a human shield again."

Yun Zexuan gently shook the compass in his hand, feigning mystery: "Heavenly secrets must not be leaked, but following me will never go wrong."

"Spare me that nonsense!" Zhao Lingyun interrupted unceremoniously, "I trusted you last time, and what happened? I stepped right into the giant mouth of a Phantom Beast!"

While chatting and laughing, the two also vanished into the halo of light.

Only Ji Wuchen and Ye Lingchuan remained in the plaza.

Ji Wuchen turned his head to look at Ye Lingchuan and asked: "What about us two? What do you say?"

"Then let's go together," Ye Lingchuan replied indifferently. He had always been a lone wolf, but facing the Book Palace now, having an extra companion wouldn't hurt.

However, a rough voice suddenly rang out from behind: "Hey, hey, hey, have you forgotten about me, Lord Yan Wujin?"

Although Yan Wujin didn't want to team up with others, seeing himself being left behind by this group, he immediately joined the two.

He strode over with a domineering tone: "I can choose not to look for you, but you cannot choose not to look for me!"

"Come along then," Ji Wuchen replied, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

The three walked toward the palace gate side by side. As he walked, Ji Wuchen pondered: "The imprints of the strongest from each generation of the Myriad Dao Book Palace, huh... The strongest of the previous generation should be Qin Wudao, right?"

"It is highly likely to be him," Ye Lingchuan replied calmly, showing no signs of panic, "The imprint left during this period should be him at his Supreme Realm. No problem."

"That's right." Yan Wujin raised his head, looking down at people with his nostrils, his tone filled with arrogance: "Don't you see what kind of monsters we have fought? A mere Qin Wudao..."

He was just getting into the swing of things. Suddenly, he felt an icy gaze coming from not far away, scaring him into changing his words instantly, his voice dropping to a mosquito-like hum: "...Imprint, imprint! It's just an imprint!"

Yan Wujin shrank his neck abruptly, patting his chest with lingering fear. He had almost forgotten that Qin Wudao was nearby. With Qin Wudao's strength, crushing him would be like crushing a chick.

The three said no more and stepped into the palace gate side by side, their figures instantly swallowed by the halo of light.

————— Inside the Myriad Dao Book Palace

The figures of Qin Wangchuan, Qin Zhaoer, and Zhou Yunyi appeared in a vast space.

Zhou Yunyi looked around and discovered that apart from the three of them, there was no sign of Chu Wujiu, Li Xuan, and the others.

He scratched his head and looked back at Qin Wangchuan in confusion: "Only us?"

Qin Zhaoer immediately rolled her eyes and mocked him mercilessly: "Are you stupid?" "Since the Myriad Dao Book Palace is called a trial, it is naturally an independent space."

Zhou Yunyi was choked by her retort, then muttered to himself in a low voice: "An independent space? Then how are the Opportunities counted?"

He was still thinking about those Opportunities and resources. He couldn't help it; he was too desperate for them!

Qin Wangchuan ignored their bickering and had already begun to observe their surroundings. No wonder this place was called the Book Palace. What met his eyes was a massive maze composed of bookshelves that towered into the clouds.

The books on the shelves were nameless and wordless, but the structure of the maze was complex and ingenious, as if it contained some kind of ancient Formation.

Even more eye-catching were the several Eleventh Realm Puppets standing in various corners of the maze, exuding powerful auras. These Puppets were clad in ancient battle armor, their eyes flickering with eerie light, clearly the mechanisms guarding this place.

For the Prodigies whose average Realm was Supreme or Half-Venerable, these Eleventh Realm Puppets were not too troublesome; they were just right as an appetizer.

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze, his tone calm and decisive: "Let's go."

He did not choose to explore along the paths of the bookshelf maze. Instead, he directly raised his hand, and a beam of ultimate destructive light condensed on his index finger. Heavenly Void Tribulation Finger!

"Boom!" The finger beam tore through the air, carrying an unrivaled momentum, and directly pierced through the maze composed of countless bookshelves in front.

The sturdy bookshelves and the Formation structures hidden within were as fragile as tofu in the face of this finger beam.

A straight, wide path was instantly carved out, leading directly into the depths of the maze.

Zhou Yunyi was so shocked his jaw dropped. Looking at the path violently carved out, he sighed after a long while: "Invincible!" "The three of us together will definitely take the top three spots."

Qin Zhaoer immediately rolled her eyes, her gaze full of disdain: "You really know how to gild your own lily."

Having said that, the bell on her ankle rang without warning. Before the clear, melodious sound faded, it expanded in the wind as spiritual power was frantically injected into it!

In an instant, the bell transformed into a giant crescent scythe, cold metallic luster flowing over it, the blade length even exceeding her height.

The young girl grasped it effortlessly, her five fingers locking onto the long handle of the scythe. Her wrist exerted force, and the massive deadly weapon spun nimbly in her palm, carving a silvery arc—the fierce wind whipped up by the blade flower whistled across the ground, stirring up dust.

At that very moment, a Puppet lunged out from the ruins of the bookshelves beside them, its sharp claws striking directly at their openings!

Using the remaining momentum of the spin, her wrist gave a sharp flick, turning the scythe from vertical to horizontal. It transformed into a cold light like a new moon, sweeping out from her side like lightning!

"Swoosh—" The incomparably sharp crescent blade precisely sliced into the Puppet's waist and abdomen, cutting it into two pieces in mid-air!

Zhou Yunyi stared at the imposing Qin Zhaoer, his eyes glazing over. Of course, what he coveted was not the person, but the shimmering Magic Treasure in her hand.

Thinking about this, the feeling of grievance welled up in his heart again. 'Saying they would make me the First Feather, yet there wasn't even a notification... Now I finally understand, aren't they just reluctant to part with those Magic Treasure rewards!' 'The title sounds grand, but I haven't seen any actual benefits... Stingy!'

The more he thought about it, the more bitter he felt, and he couldn't help but make a mental note of it.

After slaying the Puppet, Qin Zhaoer's movements did not stop. Utilizing the remaining momentum of the swing, she spun gracefully like a beautiful butterfly among flowers.

As she spun, the giant scythe turned into specks of starlight in her palm, accompanied by a clear bell sound, reforming into a silver bell and returning to her snow-white ankle.

Her skirt bloomed like a black lotus with her rotation, outlining the graceful curves of the young girl's waist and leg lines. The silver bell on her ankle trembled slightly, its lingering sound still echoing.

Qin Zhaoer had already landed lightly in front of Qin Wangchuan, carrying a subtle, faint fragrance, just enough to block his path.

The young girl tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes brimming with a bit of curiosity and confusion, and asked softly: "You still don't intend to have a Breakthrough?"

She was already at the Twelfth Realm Half-Venerable, just one step away from the Supreme Realm. Given her stinky younger brother's monstrous talent, there was no reason for him to be stuck at the Half-Venerable Realm for so long without a Breakthrough.

"It's not time yet," Qin Wangchuan replied indifferently, walking straight past Qin Zhaoer, his tone devoid of any ripples.

Qin Zhaoer frowned and was about to press for an answer, but Qin Wangchuan had already continued: "It won't be too late to have a Breakthrough when I study the Dual Heaven and Earth Method."

"What is that?" "It is condensing two Heaven and Earth Laws at once."

"!!" Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaoer's clear eyes instantly lit up.

She nimbly took a few steps to circle back to Qin Wangchuan's side, the silver bell on her ankle making a delicate, crisp sound with each step, pleasing to the ear.

"Since ancient times, cultivation has held 'one law, one image' as an iron rule..." Qin Zhaoer's voice paused slightly, and she looked up at him.

The moment their eyes met, the tips of Qin Zhaoer's ears were dyed a faint crimson. She quickly averted her gaze, the dashing posture she had just displayed while wielding the scythe quietly faded, and even her spoken words became soft: "You want to condense two Dharma Images at the same time and break this ten-thousand-year iron rule?"

As she spoke, the young girl finally couldn't help but look up at him again. In that gaze, which she tried hard to keep calm, hid a barely perceptible, almost worshipful palpitation.

Gazing at the person before her, who carried all her late-night fantasies from her youth to maturity, Qin Zhaoer, in a trance, turned back into that competitive little girl.

Back then, the youngest heir was born with the Eternal Life Immortal Body. That innate glory had once stung people's eyes painfully.

When Qin Wangchuan foresaw traitors in his dreams and frequently received praise, besides her fear, a sense of unwillingness and hatred grew wildly in her heart—why him?

But this obsession gradually melted away during her secret observations and inadvertent contacts.

She saw the loneliness behind his brilliance and perceived the sense of responsibility that far exceeded his age.

Unknown to her, from when it began, her unwillingness turned into inquiry, and her hatred transformed into admiration, eventually, through year after year of looking up to him, brewing into the pure, unadulterated adoration and infatuation that filled her heart and eyes at this moment.

This person was different from everyone else. He was special.

Just as she was thinking this, a gentle breeze from nowhere brushed against her ankle, bringing a slight chill where the silver bell touched her skin.

Qin Zhaoer instantly snapped back to reality, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she curled her toes uncomfortably. Suddenly... it was a bit itchy.