Are You Willing To Take Me As Your Master?
Are You Willing To Take Me As Your Master? . . .
Within the solemn confines of the Qin Clan, a disquieting hush lingered after Qin Qing's abrupt departure. The Clan Lord, Qin Mu, nursed his injuries, his movements constrained by the iron grip of his clan members. Discord had finally surfaced, spurred by long-simmering resentment, and today, with the aid of outsiders, these internal grievances reached their climax.
Qin Mu couldn't help but grasp the depth of their cunning and malice.
Meanwhile, the great distance separating Qin Wentian, who currently resided in the Heavenly Talisman Realm, kept him blissfully unaware of these family intrigues. Immersed in the profound wisdom of the Heavenly Talisman Treasured Tome, he devoted his time within the palace to refine the Sky Demon Oracle Bone, fortifying his physical form. The cultivation of his Fiendgod Body Refinement Art further bolstered his defense, endowing him with an aura akin to a formidable fiendgod. As he cultivated, luminous astral energies enveloped him, casting an ethereal, godly armor.
Only after an extended period did Qin Wentian finally emerge from the palace. The waiting expert outside shot him a piercing glare, unable to contain his impatience. "You've finally decided to grace us with your presence," he remarked, a touch of irritation evident in his voice.
With courtesy, Qin Wentian responded, "Greetings, senior apprentice brother."
Nodding, the senior apprentice brother materialized beside Qin Wentian. A vigorous pat on his shoulder sent a torrent of overpowering energy coursing through Qin Wentian's body, eliciting resounding cracks from his bones as the energy flowed.
"Not bad," the senior apprentice brother commented with a trace of approval. He then entered the Heavenly Talisman Palace, immediately relieving the pressure that had weighed on Qin Wentian. As if knots were being untangled within him, Qin Wentian experienced an exquisite sensation of relaxation, his skeletal structure seemingly realigning itself.
"Remarkable," Qin Wentian muttered in awe, realizing the extent of the Heavenly Talisman Realm's power. He, the most junior among them, was undeniably the weakest. The realm teemed with countless experts, each akin to Bai Wuya in strength, hailing from diverse corners of the immortal realms.
The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor governed only the thirteen Eastern Sage Prefectures, a fraction of the vast immortal realms where unparalleled geniuses thrived.
"Do you wish to explore other places?" Bai Wuya inquired, directing his attention to Qin Wentian. "Though, considering your current strength, venturing out won't be of much help. For instance, missions from the mission hall would likely prove insurmountable for you."
With curiosity burning in his eyes, Qin Wentian couldn't help but ask, "How challenging are these missions?"
Bai Wuya, the seasoned mentor, leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "The difficulty varies widely. I've seen some truly daunting tasks, like establishing an immortal empire and ascending to the position of a Great Emperor in a territory."
Qin Wentian's heart raced at the mere thought. He stared at Bai Wuya and inquired, "Senior Bai, did any of our senior brothers or sisters actually manage to accomplish such a mission?"
Bai Wuya nodded affirmatively. Qin Wentian's body involuntarily quivered at the revelation. People had indeed succeeded in such colossal undertakings.
So, among the ranks of the Heavenly Talisman Realm, there existed a senior who had once been an immortal emperor, governing a thriving immortal empire? The sheer magnitude of power embodied by the Heavenly Talisman Realm was staggering, enough to send shivers down the spines of those in the know. Imagine the consequences if this clandestine power were to be revealed to the public.
"I believe it's time for me to leave this realm," Qin Wentian stated with a smile. "I've spent quite some time here."
Bai Wuya agreed, guiding him to the exit point. With the appropriate chant, a spatial tunnel materialized, bridging the Heavenly Talisman Realm with the outside world, much like peering through a looking glass.
"Nobody's outside; you're free to go," Bai Wuya informed him. "Just remember, if you ever wish to return, maintain absolute secrecy. If you're fleeing from enemies, attempting to enter will only draw them in. That would violate the rules of the Heavenly Talisman Realm, and the custodian immortal generals would deliver a swift death penalty. They might offer leniency if your actions were discovered by outsiders without your intent."
Qin Wentian absorbed the warning, understanding the necessity of such strict regulations. Otherwise, the existence of the Heavenly Talisman Realm would have been compromised long ago.
"Understood. Thank you, Senior Bai," Qin Wentian expressed his gratitude with a respectful bow.
"As the one who recommended you, I naturally hope for your exceptional achievements," Bai Wuya remarked candidly. Qin Wentian's heart brimmed with gratitude; he nodded in agreement before making his way toward the spatial tunnel.
Emerging from the tunnel, Qin Wentian found himself suspended above the Worryfree City. The skies were veiled with clouds, and he hastily picked a direction and darted through the air.
As he departed, the dimensional door shut behind him, vanishing as if it had never existed, leaving only an air of mystery.
After such an extended absence, Qin Wentian couldn't help but wonder how his young friend, Qin Feng, was faring.
With curiosity burning in his eyes, Qin Wentian couldn't help but ask, "How challenging are these missions?"
Bai Wuya, the seasoned mentor, leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "The difficulty varies widely. I've seen some truly daunting tasks, like establishing an immortal empire and ascending to the position of a Great Emperor in a territory."
Qin Wentian's heart raced at the mere thought. He stared at Bai Wuya and inquired, "Senior Bai, did any of our senior brothers or sisters actually manage to accomplish such a mission?"
Bai Wuya nodded affirmatively. Qin Wentian's body involuntarily quivered at the revelation. People had indeed succeeded in such colossal undertakings.
So, among the ranks of the Heavenly Talisman Realm, there existed a senior who had once been an immortal emperor, governing a thriving immortal empire? The sheer magnitude of power embodied by the Heavenly Talisman Realm was staggering, enough to send shivers down the spines of those in the know. Imagine the consequences if this clandestine power were to be revealed to the public.
"I believe it's time for me to leave this realm," Qin Wentian stated with a smile. "I've spent quite some time here."
Bai Wuya agreed, guiding him to the exit point. With the appropriate chant, a spatial tunnel materialized, bridging the Heavenly Talisman Realm with the outside world, much like peering through a looking glass.
"Nobody's outside; you're free to go," Bai Wuya informed him. "Just remember, if you ever wish to return, maintain absolute secrecy. If you're fleeing from enemies, attempting to enter will only draw them in. That would violate the rules of the Heavenly Talisman Realm, and the custodian immortal generals would deliver a swift death penalty. They might offer leniency if your actions were discovered by outsiders without your intent."
Qin Wentian absorbed the warning, understanding the necessity of such strict regulations. Otherwise, the existence of the Heavenly Talisman Realm would have been compromised long ago.
"Understood. Thank you, Senior Bai," Qin Wentian expressed his gratitude with a respectful bow.
"As the one who recommended you, I naturally hope for your exceptional achievements," Bai Wuya remarked candidly. Qin Wentian's heart brimmed with gratitude; he nodded in agreement before making his way toward the spatial tunnel.
Emerging from the tunnel, Qin Wentian found himself suspended above the Worryfree City. The skies were veiled with clouds, and he hastily picked a direction and darted through the air.
As he departed, the dimensional door shut behind him, vanishing as if it had never existed, leaving only an air of mystery.
After such an extended absence, Qin Wentian couldn't help but wonder how his young friend, Qin Feng, was faring.
In the wake of these tumultuous events, Qin Mu found himself imprisoned, nursing grievous wounds. Meanwhile, Qin Qing, the focal point of this upheaval, had been forcibly removed from the confines of the Qin Clan.
With a resolute stride, Qin Wentian headed straight for Qin Feng's location. Yet, a chorus of angry voices erupted behind him, punctuated by the advancing figures of enraged onlookers. They hurled attacks at him, their fury unabated.
One bold young man delivered a powerful palm strike to Qin Wentian's back. But to their astonishment, shimmering runic light enveloped Qin Wentian, and a ferocious rebound force sent the assailant hurtling through the air. A man-made mountain within the Qin Clan, ill-fatedly caught in the trajectory, disintegrated into a cloud of rubble. The assailant, now unconscious and bloodied, had paid a grave price for his recklessness.
As the bystanders gazed upon Qin Wentian's departing figure, their expressions hardened with fear, frozen in a visage of dread.
Meanwhile, other members of the Qin Clan hastened toward the scene, drawn by the commotion. By the time they arrived, Qin Wentian had already reached the chamber where Qin Feng was imprisoned, the room crumbling to dust in the wake of his aura's might.
"Qin Feng," Qin Wentian called out, his voice laden with concern. Qin Feng turned his head, his eyes a painful shade of red, devoid of vitality. In a feeble voice, he uttered, "Big brother Qin…"
"Take this pill," Qin Wentian instructed, offering a restorative elixir. Qin Feng's injuries began to mend at a remarkable pace, and after a brief moment, he fixed his gaze upon Qin Wentian. "Big brother Qin, don't worry about me. You must leave the Qin Clan immediately."
"You have my word. Qin Feng, where's your sister?" Qin Wentian extended a helping hand to Qin Feng, aiding him to his feet as he inquired. The young man, still intent on shielding his friend, wished for Qin Wentian to escape unharmed.
In their own way, Qin Feng and Qin Wentian shared a bond akin to that of master and disciple, although Qin Wentian had never formally assumed the role of a mentor.
"Sis…" Qin Feng murmured, his eyes welling up with tears. Moments later, he clenched his fists, his eyes aflame with anger. "Those wretched traitors actually sent my sister to the City Lord Manor, colluding with their experts to seize control of the Qin Clan and orchestrate a coup. This was their plan all along."
"They sent her to the City Lord Manor?" Qin Wentian's gaze sharpened. Previously, despite the family's internal conflicts, Qin Wentian had refrained from interfering in their affairs. Such matters were beyond his purview. Yet, he had never anticipated that events would culminate in this manner.
"Yes, they dispatched her to the City Lord Manor, intending for her to accompany some influential figures," Qin Feng seethed, his countenance exuding a palpable malevolence.
Even as they conversed, the members of the Qin Clan encircled them, led by Qin Xiao, Qin Feng's uncle. Their expressions radiated icy disdain, and Qin Xiao fixed a piercing gaze on Qin Wentian. "Qin Feng, didn't I advise you to find a worthy mentor? Yet, you ignored my counsel, squandering both your time and the resources of our clan. This individual is insolent and arrogant, having the audacity to disrupt the peace of our Qin Clan."
"Big brother Qin, please understand. This is not your battle. Do not allow them to ensnare you," Qin Feng implored, positioning himself in front of Qin Wentian. As he stood before Qin Wentian, a mere wisp of a youth, bravely shielding him from impending danger, Qin Wentian was struck by an indescribable emotion.
"Too late," Qin Xiao declared, his voice a frigid echo as murderous intent flickered in his eyes. "Interfering in our affairs and injuring one of our clan members—your crimes warrant death."
"YOU MONSTERS!" Qin Feng bellowed in rage, but Qin Wentian gently rested a hand on his shoulder, bringing forth an extraordinary calmness.
"It's never too late for redemption," Qin Wentian said, his voice composed. "Qin Feng, are you willing to accept me as your master?"