72: The tragic forbidden son, the path to immortality begins to emerge

Qin Wangchuan carefully examined the small cauldron and the merged fragments; it was merely a Magical Artifact imbued with an ancient aura, not even a Spirit Treasure.

Just a few steps out, a hesitant call suddenly came from a distance behind him: “Young Master?”

Turning to look, he saw an old man, his face ashen, shaking his head, “No, it’s not the Young Master…”

His trembling hands held a shattered life tablet: “Oh, Young Master Ji… how am I to explain this to the Family Head…?”

Another maid in plain clothes knelt directly before the collapsed Dragon Dao, crying out.

“Oh, Young Master—!” Her fingers dug deep into the mud, her hair disheveled, “Didn’t you say it was very safe…?”

“How could you… not come out?!”

Qin Wangchuan’s steps paused slightly, and he reached out to stop the guards who were about to step forward.

His peripheral vision caught the three golden characters “Ji Wangji” on the life tablet, which were rapidly fading, and a faint, almost imperceptible curve appeared on his lips.

It was clear that Ji Wangji, the so-called Forbidden Child, had died inside.

“Forcing an Opportunity only leads to an early demise.” Qin Wangchuan shook his head, his sleeves flapping in the wind, “It’s a pity for this Physique.”

Long after Qin Wangchuan had turned and left, the gray-robed old man tremblingly pulled out a tortoise shell from his embrace.

The tortoise shell was covered in cracks; it was the Ji Family’s unique communication Magical Artifact, capable of transmitting messages even within a Secret Realm.

The old man bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the tortoise shell.

The blood droplets traced along the cracks, gradually outlining a star map.

In the center of the star map, Ji Wangji’s fate star had already extinguished.

“Family Head…” The old man’s voice was terribly hoarse, “The Young Master… has fallen.”

“He fell within a strange space, and the space has now collapsed; there is no possibility of recovering the body…”

Not being able to recover the body meant no possibility of resurrection.

From the other end of the tortoise shell came the sound of shattering porcelain, followed by a deathly silence.

The old man’s cloudy eyes suddenly burst forth with terrifying light, staring fixedly in the direction Qin Wangchuan had departed.

His trembling fingers drew a strange rune in the blood, and the rune automatically flew towards the tortoise shell, intertwining with Qin Wangchuan’s lingering aura.

“But—” The old man suddenly lowered his voice, speaking rapidly as if afraid of being interrupted, “This old servant… sensed the aura of a Heavenly Evolution Saint Physique on another person!”

When these words fell, the other side finally spoke, their voice hoarse: “Who?”

“Ninth Young Master Qin, Qin Wangchuan.”

“This old servant dares to propose… perhaps we can seek a good relationship with the Qin Family and explore the immortal path together?”

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“Roar—!”

Before the Dragon Language Stele Forest, everyone was still blocked.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, and the sound of trees collapsing came from a distance.

Everyone turned back in horror, only to see a colossal creature speeding towards them.

It was a giant elephant, crimson as blood all over.

Over three zhang tall, with six curved tusks still adorned with fresh blood and flesh.

As the demonic elephant’s giant foot stomped down, several seventh-stage Cultivators who failed to dodge instantly became meat paste.

Only those in the eighth stage could barely evade.

“It’s an adult Bloodfang Demonic Elephant!” An elder Cultivator’s voice trembled, “This thing isn’t just thick-skinned and tough; its three pairs of tusks are as hard as Spirit Treasures!”

“We’ve lingered here too long, and our blood Qi has attracted Yao Beasts.”

“Prepare for battle!”

With each step the giant elephant took, a burning footprint was left on the ground.

As it swung its long trunk, several more Cultivators were sent flying.

However, the next moment, a clear and melodious zither sound suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears.

“Zheng—”

The zither sound, like silk, traced an invisible trajectory through the Void Realm.

The massive body of the Bloodfang Demonic Elephant suddenly stiffened, and a hairline crack appeared on its six tusks.

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, the giant elephant’s head was split in two down the middle, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Scalding Yao blood poured down like a waterfall, scorching the ground and releasing plumes of green smoke.

Everyone turned back in shock, only to see a blindfolded woman embracing an ancient zither, her fingertips still resting on the strings.

“To actually… instantly kill a Bloodfang Demonic Elephant with one strike…” A purple-robed Cultivator’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice as dry as sandpaper rubbing, “Who is that woman?”

“Graceful posture, blindfolded, holding the Nine Heavens Ringing Jade Zither… no mistake, it must be Ninth Young Master Qin’s personal zither attendant.”

“You’re telling me this strength belongs to a maid, and a zither attendant at that?” The young Cultivator’s voice trembled, and he unconsciously took half a step back, “That strike just now, I’m afraid even my Senior Brother would have…”

“Shh!” The Senior Brother next to him quickly covered his mouth, his face pale as he looked into the distance, “This is… one of the Three Heavens, the Qin Family…”

Indeed, amidst everyone’s discussions, Qin Wangchuan and his group slowly appeared.

“Look over there! Whose family are those two again?”

Everyone looked, only to see Li Xuan using his finger as a sword, easily slaying a Bloodfang Demonic Elephant.

And Chu Wujiu, beside him, was even more formidable; he merely flicked a copper coin with his thumb, and it instantly pierced through several Yao Beasts.

“Li Xuan of the Li Family? And the one next to him is…?”

“That’s Chu Wujiu of the Chu Family! Don’t you know? A peerless Prodigy second only to Chu Qingyan!”

Many Prodigies sighed in admiration watching the two in action.

In front of these two, few dared to call themselves Prodigies.

One hailed from the Heavenly Sword Li Family, fighting across realms as easily as drinking water. The other originated from the Battle Immortal Chu Family, bearing the Nine Hells Battle Physique; with each hell broken through, his strength surged several times, renowned for defeating enemies across three realms!

Facing everyone’s exclamations, Gu Yuan, who was wearing a cloak, sneered from the side.

‘They’re all ignorant fools who haven’t seen the world.’

Then he calmly made his move, merely tossing out a wisp of green flame that turned several Yao Beasts into ashes.

“Oh? That green flame… who are those people again?”

Some people naturally noticed this scene.

It’s just that these individuals all protected their figures with cloaks, on which Dao patterns subtly flowed, obscuring their appearances.

The most striking was another young man who made a move.

Although he was also a member of the cloaked figures, with every punch he unleashed, a low Dragon roar faintly echoed in the air.

Those heavy punches, imbued with Dragon might, could directly blast the thick-skinned and tough Yao Beasts, causing their bones to burst and flesh to fly.

“To actually crush Yao Beasts with his Physical Body…”

Although the hunting efficiency couldn’t compare to those who had acted earlier, in terms of visual impact—watching one mountain-like Yao Beast after another being brutally exploded—it was undoubtedly the most shocking.

Qin Wangchuan also looked up, recognizing the person’s identity at a glance.

It was Lu Chen.

‘As expected of the Son of Luck, always shining and contributing.’

Though he thought this, Qin Wangchuan did not step forward to expose him.

As the Son of Luck, Opportunities were naturally abundant; the small cauldron from before seemed useless, but he guessed it would only function in Lu Chen’s hands.

“Although the divine weapon in that Dragon cocoon is powerful, it’s only in the side hall; there must be a supreme treasure in the main hall, so I’ll let you lead the way for me.”

On the other side, Lu Chen withdrew his fervent gaze from a distance, secretly glancing at Qin Wangchuan.

‘I feel it, there’s something calling to me in the main hall… it’s a Legacy! Once I obtain the Legacy and my strength greatly increases, I will definitely make you, Qin Wangchuan, kneel and return the small cauldron!’

He was still dreaming, unaware that he had long become a part of Qin Wangchuan’s plan.

The battle continued.

Imperial Family Disciples could sweep through, aristocratic family Disciples could protect themselves, while some Loose Cultivators could only become fodder.

“Their starting point is the end point of our cultivation…”

A few inexperienced Loose Cultivators looked at this scene with bitter faces, their Dao Hearts loosening as a result.

The more Yao Beasts slain, the denser the blood Qi became.

An endless stream of Yao Beasts surged from the forest, even alarming some Great Yao!

Sure enough, the next moment, the entire Dragon Language Stele Forest suddenly trembled violently.