485: Chapter 485 Her eyes were like fireworks

If one could catch this person's eye, it would truly be a meteoric rise.

But as they approached a few steps, they were blocked by a figure.

Ye Jianwei stood before Qin Wangchuan with a faint smile on her face, but her tone brooked no argument:

"Apologies, the Young Master does not like to be disturbed."

Although she could not see, she could sense everything clearly.

The scent of rouge on those female cultivators, their deliberately slowed footsteps, the shy and timid gazes they cast toward the Young Master—

all of it was captured by her.

It wasn't out of jealousy or possessiveness.

As a maidservant, she had only one rule: unless the Young Master spoke, no one was allowed to approach.

With one door god here, plus the occasional glances Li Qingluan cast from the arena.

Anyone could see what was in those eyes.

No one dared to go up anymore.

Amidst such an atmosphere, a rumor gradually spread.

"I heard that the destruction of Years Tower was by the Qin Family..."

"Shh!"

The matter regarding Years Tower served as a reminder to the Immortal Powers of the Three Thousand Continents.

Even an Immortal Power, even with a Great Emperor standing behind it, could still be destroyed.

And in an instant, no less.

Where the Years Tower headquarters once stood, now only a flat plain remained.

Along with the Qin character seal in the center of that plain.

Consequently, the viewing platform where Qin Wangchuan sat became increasingly empty.

On the stage, the battle soon ended.

The final opponent was sent flying off the arena by Li Qingluan's "Sever" character Sword Seal.

The gong sounded.

Wunian Ranking, First Place: Li Qingluan.

She stood with her sword sheathed, her expression still calm, though a light sweat had formed on her forehead.

Frequently releasing Sword Seals was exhausting even for her.

An Elder of Wunian Mountain stepped through the air and landed on the arena.

He held a jade tray with both hands, on which lay a crystal-white Bodhi Fruit; its brilliance was restrained, yet it drew burning gazes from the entire audience.

"Congratulations to Goddess Li for taking the top spot."

The Elder's voice echoed throughout the venue. He wore a smile and was about to deliver the usual formal remarks—

Li Qingluan took the fruit and nodded.

Then she turned around.

The Elder's words caught in his throat, and his outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air.

He opened his mouth, but it only turned into a light cough, a trace of helpless amusement flashing in his eyes.

Having lived for three thousand years and presided over nine sessions of the Wunian Ranking.

This was the first time he had encountered a champion who left immediately after receiving the prize.

And leaving... in such a hurry.

However, with the Divine Son of the Qin Family there, it was normal.

He withdrew his gaze from that hurrying figure and let it fall on the other Prodigies below the stage, who had various expressions. He cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Next, this old man shall announce the top ten rankings, who will ascend the mountain in order to comprehend the Dao—"

Before he could finish, the crowd was already in an uproar.

But Li Qingluan had already walked far away.

The crowd automatically parted to make a path.

She walked up to Qin Wangchuan and stood still.

She held out the Bodhi Fruit and raised an eyebrow.

The meaning was obvious—

Do you want it?

If you want it, I'll give it to you.

Qin Wangchuan looked at the fruit, then at her, and shook his head with a chuckle.

"You won it yourself; keep it for yourself."

Li Qingluan didn't move, still holding the fruit out, staring at him without blinking.

The two of them stared at each other for several breaths.

In the end, it was Qin Wangchuan who looked away first.

"You fought beautifully; you've become stronger again."

"You too."

Li Qingluan finally withdrew her hand and put the fruit away. Her beautiful eyes then scanned Qin Wangchuan from head to toe. "I heard you kidnapped a group of True Dragons?"

"Kidnapped?"

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow. "That was an invitation."

"Invitation?" Li Qingluan said with a half-smile. "An invitation that resulted in the whole clan relocating?"

Qin Wangchuan didn't respond.

Li Qingluan's gaze continued to scan him, finally landing on a certain spot and pausing for a moment.

Qin Wangchuan turned sideways with a strange expression.

It seemed that Li Qingluan's strength wasn't just in her power.

While they were talking, another old man slowly approached.

"Congratulations to Goddess Li for taking the top spot."

He first praised Li Qingluan before revealing his identity.

An Elder of Wunian Mountain, surnamed Zhou.

He had come this time to give Qin Wangchuan a meeting gift.

As he spoke, he took out another Bodhi Fruit and handed it over.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at the fruit, then looked into the distance.

Sure enough, the Mountain Master of Wunian Mountain was standing on a high platform, nodding in this direction.

It seemed this was his doing.

Li Qingluan teased from the side, "Aren't Bodhi Fruits very rare? One every thousand years, awarded but never given away."

"Why is it being given away so casually this time?"

Elder Zhou's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "The harvest was plentiful this year, and..."

He looked at Qin Wangchuan as he spoke.

"A precious fruit for a precious guest."

"This is merely a meeting gift; please accept it, Divine Son."

He paused, then suddenly changed the subject:

"Otherwise, for a celestial couple like you two to have only one fruit, would you have to split it?"

Elder Zhou laughed as he spoke, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out.

It had to be said, a shrewd person's words are indeed shrewd.

With this one sentence, he not only delivered the gift and flattered them but also pointed out the relationship between Li Qingluan and Qin Wangchuan.

No one could find any fault with it.

Qin Wangchuan didn't hesitate and accepted it directly.

"Thank you."

"The Divine Son is too polite."

Elder Zhou nodded with a smile, cupped his hands toward Li Qingluan, and turned to leave.

Watching him walk away, Li Qingluan withdrew her gaze and looked at Qin Wangchuan's face.

"There's a market at the foot of Wunian Mountain."

She tilted her chin slightly, a smile in the corners of her eyes.

"If Lord Divine Son isn't busy, how about accompanying me for a stroll?"

Qin Wangchuan thought for a moment and nodded. "Of course."

The Spirit boat ascended and waited.

Ye Jianwei followed respectfully behind, deliberately slowing her pace by a few steps to give the two in front plenty of space.

She had always been clear about her status.

She wasn't an interloper between the Young Master and the Young Miss, but merely a maidservant.

Of course.

Sometimes, a maidservant also needs the Young Master's favor, right?

As she thought this, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her pace slowed even more.

The market at the foot of Wunian Mountain wasn't large, but it wasn't small either.

It was just a gathering of Family powers subservient to Wunian Mountain.

Setting up stalls and selling miscellaneous items, it was barely enough for the daily needs of the mountain's Disciples.

Although it couldn't be called prosperous and lacked many things.

But at this moment, the sunset was perfect.

The horizon was ablaze in orange-red, and the clouds were dyed a pale gold.

The light fell softly onto the bluestone slabs, the tiled eaves, and the two figures walking side by side.

Qin Wangchuan held Li Qingluan's hand.

Her fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles—the hand of a sword wielder.

But being held by him now, they felt as soft as if they had no bones.

The two of them chatted back and forth about recent events.

Qin Wangchuan said that the wheel of fate had exploded and he planned to forge a new one.

Anyway, there were many things to do next, but first, he had to go and face a challenge.

He also talked about the True Dragon Clan and Xuan Ye.

"You really are something."

Li Qingluan looked at him.

"After the Elders at home heard that you had packed up the True Dragon Clan and brought them home, the first thing every one of them said was—it's over."

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow. "'It's over'?"

"Mhm." There was amusement in her eyes, and her voice was soft. "It's over; we're going to be robbed again."

The word "robbed" was indeed accurate; the Qin Family often did such things.

Especially Qin Taiyi; he truly couldn't stand losing out even a little bit.

His catchphrase was: 'If we didn't make a profit, it's a loss!'

Qin Wangchuan chuckled and looked at her:

"And you? What do you think?"

"I think," Li Qingluan drawled, her eyes curving, "that you're really wicked."

"However..."

She paused before continuing, "I like it."

As she spoke, their eyes met.

Those beautiful eyes were inches away.

Qin Wangchuan looked into them and saw the distant flickering lights reflected within.

Like fireworks blooming, bright and beautiful.