"What? You want to spar with me?"
Qin Zhaor was stunned when she heard Qin Wangchuan's challenge. Immediately, the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, and a look of wild joy flashed in her eyes.
Everyone knew that the Eternal Immortal Body had a very slow cultivation speed. This was common knowledge.
Ninth Brother was only five years old. Not only did she have the Saint Body, but she was also much older than him.
Normally, she couldn't make a move because of Old Ancestor. Even if she was provoked, she could only endure it.
But now, he was practically delivering himself to her. Wasn't this pure and simple begging to be beaten?
There's such a good thing!
"Okay! You said it yourself!" Fearing that Qin Wangchuan would go back on his word, she immediately agreed loudly, even extending her pinky finger. "Let's pinky swear! Whoever goes back on their word is a dog!"
Qin Wangchuan reluctantly hooked his finger with hers.
Qin Zhaor secretly chuckled, 'Just you wait, I'll beat you so badly you'll be crying for your mommy!'
The news of their impending spar quickly spread.
Seventh Young Master Qin Miaoyan—Qin Zhaor's sister—heard the wind of the spar and practically rushed to the Combat Arena on a whirlwind.
Her fox-like eyes darted around, the corners of her mouth curving up in excitement. Even her breath carried the joy of an "opportunity to get rich."
"Place your bets, place your bets!" Qin Miaoyan loudly hawked, shaking her abacus with a 'pa' sound.
With a flash of Spirit Light, a Gilded Gambling Table appeared out of nowhere outside the Combat Arena.
"Ninth Brother wins at 2:1, Eighth Sister wins at 1.5:1!" She tapped her fingers, and two lines of gilded characters appeared on the gambling table. Then she added, "Spirit Crystals and spirit marrow accepted. The maximum bet is one thousand bottles of spirit marrow. Bets are final!"
Disciples around them gradually gathered, some whispering, "Seventh Young Master is here again. Last time First Young Master and Fourth Young Master fought, Fourth Young Master won. I lost a hundred bottles of spirit marrow."
"Me too! Clearly, First Young Master was stronger. I suspect foul play!"
Qin Miaoyan ignored them, happily fiddling with her abacus, her gaze sweeping through the crowd as if she could already see piles of wealth rolling in.
"This is a rare opportunity, don't miss it!" Her voice was sweet but carried an irresistible allure. "Think carefully before you bet. After all, Ninth Brother might not necessarily lose. He's the Kirin Son that even Old Ancestor fancies."
As her voice fell, although they knew about Seventh Young Master's shrewd merchant nature, many disciples still took out Spirit Crystals to place their bets.
The Spirit Light beside the gambling table flickered constantly, recording every transaction.
Qin Miaoyan nodded with satisfaction, secretly rejoicing,
'I'm going to be rich, I'm going to be rich!'
Several Steward Elders arrived upon hearing the news. After glancing at the two confronting each other on the stage, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.
"Are these two finally fighting? What's the reason?"
"It seems to be a spar, and Ninth Young Master initiated it."
"Initiated it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone became even more astonished.
One is nine years old, bearing the Peach Blossom Calamity Physique, naturally enchanting, with the potential to bring disaster to the world.
Her cultivation speed is also extremely fast; she just broke through to the Fourth Realm.
At nine years old, reaching the Fourth Realm—this talent can absolutely be called a Peerless Heavenly Talent!
And the other is five years old, with the Eternal Immortal Body and immortal bones all over her body.
Although her physique is excellent and her foundation of immortal bones is superior, she has the drawback of slow cultivation speed.
There shouldn't be any comparison between them...
"Hmm? That's not right!" The Steward Elder in charge of the Combat Arena was the first to notice something amiss and said anxiously, "Everyone, look carefully at Ninth Young Master's aura."
Everyone concentrated their gaze. Qin Wangchuan's aura was solid, even far exceeding Qin Zhaor's, though his realm was hidden by the immortal bones.
"This aura... doesn't it feel like Ninth Young Master is also in the Fourth Realm?"
"More than that! He might even be beyond the Fourth Realm!"
Several elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Everyone knows that the Eternal Immortal Body cultivates extremely slowly," a Steward Elder stroked his beard, his brow furrowed. "Ninth Young Master is only five years old, how could he..."
"It is indeed impossible."
A steady voice came from behind. Everyone turned and saw Qin Wenhe standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the small figure in the center of the arena.
"Imperial Tutor!" The Steward Elders quickly bowed.
Many had become emperors under Qin Wenhe's tutelage, making him the best teacher in the Qin family, hence he was respectfully addressed as Imperial Tutor by many.
Qin Wenhe nodded slightly and continued, "The Eternal Immortal Body should not indeed have such a cultivation speed."
"But——"
The corners of his mouth lifted, and a deep gleam flashed in his eyes.
"He is Qin Wangchuan."
"With immortal bones all over his body, naturally protected by Chaos Immortal Light, and he even managed to unmask a traitor in the clan through a dream."
"With him, anything is not surprising."
Upon hearing this, everyone was momentarily speechless.
Indeed, this Ninth Young Master had been extraordinary since birth.
The Eternal Immortal Body was supposed to cultivate slowly, but he defied common sense.
Not to mention his ability to ignore karma and foresee the future...
"It's still thanks to the Imperial Tutor's excellent teaching," one elder couldn't help but flatter.
Normally, he might have accepted such credit, but this time was different.
Qin Wenhe shrugged, his tone indifferent. "I didn't do anything."
"What?!" Everyone was stunned.
"He cultivates by himself, breaks through in dreams, and even chooses his own cultivation techniques," Qin Wenhe spread his hands. "The most I've done is remind him when he... lost control of his qi while sleeping."
The elders: "......"
Is this... is this reasonable?!
Qin Wenhe looked at their shocked expressions and chuckled, "If you don't believe me, you can go and ask."
The elders were all astonished. They glanced at Qin Wangchuan's immortal bones, shook their heads thoughtfully, and no longer spoke, focusing their attention on the two in the arena.
"Ninth Brother, you can still surrender now if you want," Qin Zhaor, dressed in a white gauze dress with a tinkling jade pendant at her waist, raised her chin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sister won't hold back, what if I hurt you..."
Qin Wangchuan's mouth twitched, but his childish voice held undeniable confidence:
"Eighth Sister, please do your best."
"Hmph!" Qin Zhaor snorted, fearing Qin Wangchuan would go back on his word. "Then Sister won't be polite anymore!"
With that, her Fourth Realm aura erupted.
Being in the Fourth Realm, the Spiritual Dao Realm, one could already use spiritual energy to strengthen themselves or use 'Spirit Arts'.
A blue light suddenly burst out from the nine-year-old girl, spiritual energy overflowing to cover her entire body.
Without using a Spirit Art, she simply tapped her toes and instantly appeared before Qin Wangchuan, then threw a punch.
Seeing this, Qin Wangchuan didn't dodge. Instead, he tapped his finger, and a character ' (Control/Guard) appeared in the void.
Instantly, a brilliant sword light materialized out of thin air—it had no hilt, no tip, only a segment of a blade hanging in space.
"Clang——!"
The sound of metal clashing reverberated through the sky. The lightning-fast attack was perfectly blocked by this blade that appeared out of nowhere.
"What?!" Qin Zhaor's pupils contracted sharply. Her fist felt a sharp pain, as if she had struck ten-thousand-year-old profound iron.
She looked at the sword blade that appeared out of thin air in disbelief—it wasn't static after being struck, but trembled slightly like a real sword, dissolving the impact force layer by layer, so that not even a ripple reached Qin Wangchuan.
"Is this a Spirit Art?" Qin Zhaor asked subconsciously, then immediately reacted:
"You're also in the Fourth Realm?!"