506: Chapter 506 The Wondrous Use of My Sword Revealed After the Calamity Ends, the Heaven-Opening Sword

It was a beautiful thought.

Setting aside how to proclaim his name to heaven and earth, if he wanted to connect all space-times—the wheel of fate was a necessity.

Therefore, the most important thing at hand was still the matter of reforging.

Wait.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly sat up straight.

Borrowing Laws through the wheel of fate was merely one of the functions he had figured out on his own.

But what was the original purpose of the wheel of fate?

He had surprisingly never considered this question before.

"Linking to myself in other space-times... but after connecting, what use is it?"

"Could this be the correct answer?"

"Utilizing the wheel of fate to make all worlds share the same source, and all bodies share the same laws."

As he thought, he recalled what the Sword Dao had once said.

"Am I walking on... the correct path?"

Qin Wangchuan shook his head helplessly.

"No one told me how to walk it, either."

He stopped overthinking and concentrated on nursing his injuries.

With the assistance of various Heaven And Earth Treasures, his wounds healed quickly.

However, the Heaven-Opening Intent within his body had not been purged.

Because Qin Wangchuan discovered that, perhaps due to Calamity Ends, I Am Seen...

As the Heaven-Opening Intent invaded his body, while his body endured the devastation, it was also silently adapting to that power.

Ultimately, it transformed it into a part of himself.

On this day.

Qin Wangchuan sat by the pond dressed in a single layer of light clothing.

The pond water was tranquil, reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds.

He raised his hand, and with a slight movement of his will—a withered leaf falling in front of him suddenly came to a standstill in mid-air.

There was no wind, no sound, and not a single ripple of spiritual power.

In the next instant, the leaf silently split into two, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror.

He tried it again.

This time, three leaves fell simultaneously. Three traces of light flashed and intersected in the air, and six pieces of ruined leaves scattered onto the pond surface, each fragment's cut incredibly even.

Qin Wangchuan stared at those leaf fragments for a long time.

They hadn't been sliced open by Sword Intent or an external object, but had 'opened' from the inside out.

This was the Heaven-Opening Intent.

Even though this power was very weak, so weak it could only slice through a few falling leaves.

But its essence—that unreasonable, defense-ignoring sharpness that directly tore through everything.

It made Qin Wangchuan faintly feel as if he had touched upon something higher.

"Perhaps I can follow this to comprehend something."

"For example... the Heaven-Opening Sword?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, his fingertip slowly tracing through the air.

There was no sword and no spiritual power.

Only a wisp of indistinct sharpness circulated at his fingertip.

A shallow ripple was carved into the pond water, spreading to both sides and refusing to dissipate for a long time.

A set of footsteps came from behind him.

Qin Wangchuan did not turn around.

The visitor's footsteps were very familiar; he had heard them many times during this period.

"I heard from the Elder that you're intentionally keeping something in your body without purging it?"

It was Qin Zhaoer.

She sat down beside Qin Wangchuan and tilted her head to look at him.

Today she wore a pale green dress, her hair bun loosely tied with a few stray strands hanging by her ears, making her look much softer than usual.

She was also carrying a bowl of soup, which was steaming hot.

"It's a wisp of Heaven-Opening Intent."

Qin Zhaoer placed the soup bowl by the pond and rested her hands on her knees. "Why keep it?"

"Maybe I can comprehend something from it."

"Oh."

Qin Zhaoer responded, but didn't follow up with her usual "this is all you're capable of."

She just sat there quietly, her gaze falling on the pond surface, occasionally glancing at Qin Wangchuan's profile before quickly looking away.

The wind passed through the corridor, rippling the still pond and blowing the stray hairs by her ears.

Qin Zhaoer reached out to tuck them back, her movements very gentle.

"Doesn't it hurt?" she suddenly asked.

"A little, but it's acceptable."

"Oh."

Silence fell again.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly found it a bit amusing.

Sitting peacefully with Eighth Sister like this seemed to be a first.

From childhood to adulthood, it was always bickering or cold wars, sarcasm or sniping at each other.

Sitting quietly by the water like this...

No one would believe it if he told them.

In the distance, Ye Jianwei stood by a corridor pillar.

She didn't step forward, just standing there silently like a tree that made no sound.

She 'watched' this scene from afar.

They were all women, and having spent so much time together...

She knew that however stubborn the Eighth Young Master's mouth was, that was how soft her heart was.

A rustling sound came from behind.

Long Xiao had woken up at some point.

She stood under the corridor barefoot, her thin garment hanging loosely on her body, her hair a mess, and her golden eyes still held the daze of someone who had just woken up.

Her gaze swept nervously across the corridor and the courtyard.

It wasn't until it landed on Qin Wangchuan's back that the panic faded bit by bit.

She let out a soft breath, walked over, and stood still beside him.

"Awake?" Qin Wangchuan glanced at her.

Long Xiao nodded, stared at his profile for two seconds, and then opened her arms.

Like a spoiled child, not making a fuss, just standing there with her arms open waiting.

Qin Wangchuan didn't go to hug her directly.

He leaned back slightly, leaving a small space between his legs.

Long Xiao understood and sat inside, her back against his chest, her whole person nestled in his embrace.

Her two dragon horns occasionally rubbed against him, carrying that faint milky scent of hers.

But just hugging wasn't enough.

Long Xiao squirmed in his arms, adjusting her posture several times.

First she curled her legs, then she turned sideways wanting to lie down, but she felt awkward after changing several positions.

Finally, she simply faced forward.

With her legs stretched out and resting on the armrests, she used Qin Wangchuan behind her as a chair, pressing her entire weight into his embrace.

This was comfortable.

Her two slender calves hung in mid-air, swaying gently.

Swaying back and forth without any rhythm, as if she simply wanted to move a little.

Seeing this from afar, Ye Jianwei understood and turned to withdraw.

When she reappeared, she had a plate of Sugar-beard Pastry in her hand.

It was Long Xiao's favorite snack, with a crust as thin as a cicada's wing and a layer of fine powdered sugar sprinkled on top.

She stepped forward, bent down to place the plate by Long Xiao's hand, and retreated silently without saying much.

Long Xiao smelled the familiar sweet fragrance and glanced at the plate.

She didn't reach out.

First she opened her mouth, then closed it, as if hesitating over something.

Then she looked up at Qin Wangchuan and opened her mouth again.

"Ah—"

Qin Wangchuan was stunned for a moment.

Then he shook his head with a laugh.

This girl was getting better and better at acting spoiled.

He pinched a piece of Sugar-beard Pastry and brought it to her lips.

Long Xiao took a bite, her cheeks bulging and crumbs sticking to the corners of her mouth.

She chewed a few times, swallowed, and opened her mouth again.

One piece after another.

Qin Wangchuan fed a piece, and she ate a piece.

Her eating manner wasn't exactly refined, but it wasn't messy either.

It was just that sort of entitled, pampered little look.

Qin Wangchuan was feeding her piece by piece when he suddenly noticed a gaze falling on him.

Only then did he remember that Eighth Sister was still sitting nearby.

Qin Zhaoer had turned sideways at some point.

With one leg bent, her arm propping up her knee, and her chin resting on her hand, she was staring straight over here.

There was an indescribable sourness in that gaze.

It was as if a jar of old vinegar had been overturned in her stomach, making her so sour she couldn't sit still, changing her posture every few moments.

"Yo."

She finally couldn't help herself, drawing out the tone, that bit of sourness in her voice almost overflowing.

"Yo, yo, yo."

"So intimate during the day; who knows what it's like at night~"