421: Xuantian Pavilion's reputation was damaged

The Ancient Dragon Small Realm was located in the Central Province of the Liuli Realm, so there was still a bit of a journey ahead.

A lot could happen during this journey.

In her artifact form, Long Xiao could transform into a state similar to a Divine Soul to look down upon the world.

She watched curiously as Ye Jianwei leaned down to take it in, watching the subtle movement of her throat, the misty vapor in her eyes, and the way she swallowed.

Within those clear, translucent dragon eyes, there was nothing but curiosity and yearning.

'Is that thing really that delicious?'

This thought emerged involuntarily.

Immediately following it was an indescribable yearning and desire.

'I'm so envious...'

Even though her artifact body appeared young, she was actually an ancient spirit who had experienced tens of thousands of years of accumulation.

Long periods of loneliness and slumber had not erased certain instinctive emotions and needs; they were merely deeply suppressed.

'Can I do it too?'

The moment this thought arose, the spot on her lower abdomen—the location corresponding to where her main body had formed a contract with Qin Wangchuan, branded with the dragon mark of the character 'Chuan'—felt as if it had been scorched by an invisible flame, suddenly becoming burning hot.

A throb originating from the depths of her Bloodline surged forth.

Immediately after, a wave of disappointment followed.

She had been rejected the last time she sought intimacy... even though it was a perfectly normal thing.

Thinking of this, Long Xiao turned her gaze toward the sea of clouds and the earth rapidly passing by outside the carriage.

Something in the distance was calling out to her.

'Over there... will there be a chance?'

The carriage did not stop at the border of the Central Province, flying straight toward the core region of this realm—Yi City.

In the sky above Yi City.

A massive spatial rift, spanning across the horizon with dreamy pink light at its edges, had already formed.

This was the initial connection channel between the Ancient Dragon Small Realm and the main space of the Liuli Realm.

The rift had not yet fully stabilized.

But the pure Dragon Qi and ancient pressure it emitted had already filled the entire sky, attracting countless greedy or cautious gazes.

As time passed, this rift would fully expand and transform into a stable 'Dragon Gate'.

At that time, the True Dragon Clan, hidden for ten thousand years, would formally return to the world.

Inside and outside Yi City, it was already packed with people.

In the sky, all kinds of flying Magic Treasures and Spirit Beast carriages were an endless stream, carving out streaks of flowing light.

There were not only Cultivators from all over the Three Thousand Continents but also a large number of local Cultivators and Mortals attracted by the spectacle of high-level conflicts.

Even though they might not be qualified to enter the ancient minor realm, they still tried to get a share of the spoils in this grand event.

The Qin Family's carriage slowed down as it approached the sky above Yi City.

Below, Cultivators wearing uniform attire were directing the aerial traffic and maintaining basic order.

However, these things had nothing to do with Qin Wangchuan.

A true Imperial Clan naturally had no need to follow these public rules.

The best locations in Yi City had long since been claimed by the Imperial Clans that arrived early, as well as a few top-tier Immortal Powerss.

Exclusive docking platforms and viewing buildings had been constructed.

The carriage landed smoothly.

The carriage door opened, and Qin Wangchuan stepped out holding Ye Jianwei's hand.

The Qin Family members who had been waiting here immediately bowed in greeting, saying in unison:

"We pay our respects to the Godchild!"

Their voices were orderly, permeating with heartfelt awe.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over the leading young man; he felt he looked familiar and then smiled slightly:

"Qin Ming?"

This person was indeed the Qin Family Disciple, Qin Ming, who had been responsible for the newly established Chuanliu Pavilion alongside Tongtian Sinan back in the Tongtian Realm of the Middle Thousand Province.

He was also the first person to make Qin Wangchuan realize that he had fellow travelers on his path.

But he should have been in the Middle Thousand Province right now.

Although Qin Ming had anticipated this, his eyes still lit up:

"The Godchild still remembers me!"

"Naturally, I remember."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly, then asked casually as he walked forward, "Why are you here?"

Qin Ming lagged half a step behind and answered respectfully: "Reporting to the Godchild, I had a premonition that you might personally attend this grand event, so I took the initiative to apply for a transfer from the clan to come here and arrange things for you in advance, and also..."

"To report some matters to you along the way."

"Oh?" Qin Wangchuan's pace didn't stop. "How has Senior Tongtian Sinan been lately?"

At the mention of that unique old man, Qin Wangchuan felt a slight stirring in his heart.

During this period, he had been busy with various matters and had indeed neglected the development of new Dao techniques and the Chuanliu Pavilion.

Qin Ming's expression darkened, and his tone became heavy:

"The elder... is not doing very well."

This was also the reason for his trip here.

As they spoke, the group stepped into the largest building in the city.

The interior decoration was simple and grand, yet every detail exuded extraordinary quality, forming a sharp contrast with the noisy marketplace outside.

At this moment, land in the city could be described as worth its weight in gold, with countless forces fighting tooth and nail for a place to stay.

But this entire tallest building had long since been quietly taken over by the Qin Family.

During the conversation, he learned that Tongtian Sinan had been neglecting food and sleep, constantly simplifying the various techniques he had passed down.

Things had gone quite smoothly without any issues.

The key was that his lifespan was nearing its end, and Death Qi had begun to permeate.

Qin Wangchuan nodded upon hearing this, feeling respect for the old man in his heart, so he ordered someone to send some longevity Medicinal Pills.

For the Imperial Qin Family, talent might be important, but it was by no means the only factor.

With the massive resources and top-tier Medicinal Pills accumulated by the Qin Family, forcibly extending a life for tens of thousands of years was just a matter of a single word.

Hearing this, Qin Ming's spirit lifted, and he bowed:

"Yes! On behalf of Senior Sinan, this subordinate thanks the Godchild for his profound grace!"

They arrived at the highest point of the building.

The view here was excellent, allowing one to see the entire Yi City and even the pink rift in the distant sky.

"It's a good city," Qin Wangchuan commented as he leaned against the railing and looked into the distance.

"The city is good, but the people might not be," Qin Ming added from the side, his tone slightly helpless.

During the few days he had been stationed here, he had seen a large number of high-level foreign Cultivators pouring in.

While they brought opportunities, they also brought conflict and chaos.

"There are no absolute bad things in this world."

Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over some corners of the city.

He saw local Cultivators who, by doing a small favor for a Disciple of some Immortal Powers, happily received a large amount of High Grade Spirit Crystals.

He also saw young Disciples of Imperial Clans spontaneously or organizedly mediating disputes, maintaining basic order, and incidentally tempering themselves.

"For them, it is also an Opportunity."

As he spoke, Qin Wangchuan's gaze was attracted by a magnificent carriage in the sky, adorned with various spirit flowers and emitting a rich fragrance.

"What force is that?" he asked.

Qin Ming looked toward the sound and immediately replied: "Reporting to the Godchild, that is the Flower Deity Valley, a first-rate force from the Upper Thousand Provinces."

"I heard they have already unified a realm and changed the realm's name to the Flower Deity Realm."

"Their strength and foundation are deep; rumors say they are not far from touching the threshold of an Immortal Powers."

Qin Wangchuan naturally knew what that threshold was—

The birth of a true Great Emperor.

By exhausting the resources of an entire realm to nurture a Great Emperor, one could rise to the heavens and be promoted to an Immortal Powers.

But a single Great Emperor was still far behind an Imperial Clan that had been passed down for eternity.

Qin Ming continued to introduce, pointing to several other conspicuous signs:

"Over there is Qilin Mountain, a first-rate force of the Upper Thousand Provinces. Rumor has it that a real Qilin Bloodline has appeared in their clan, though no one has seen its true form."

"And the Martial God Palace; there are quite a few conflicts among the three forces."

"As well as the one over there... Xuantian Pavilion."

When mentioning Xuantian Pavilion, Qin Ming's expression became somewhat subtle: "Xuantian Pavilion has been spreading very quickly lately, but its reputation isn't very good."

"Its reputation isn't very good?"

Qin Wangchuan turned to look at him with interest.