He seems quite handsome today.

Qin Kexin covered her face, her voice full of apprehension:

"Should I agree to it or not? That's an opportunity for a complete Great Dao."

"But what if he's lying to me?"

"Then again, he's so handsome. Even if he tricks me, I wouldn't really lose out..."

Xiaolan watched her young miss squirming until she almost looked like a maggot, unable to help but feel curious. Just what did the Emperor Son say to her? Why did the young miss become like this after coming back?

Sighing faintly, Xiaolan leaned close to Qin Kexin's ear and whispered,

"Miss, have you heard? Lord Qin Hao is going to duel the First-generation Emperor Son."

Qin Kexin gave a soft hum. "I heard."

Xiaolan looked at Qin Kexin and then continued asking, "Miss, everyone outside is discussing this matter right now. Although some people support Lord Qin Hao, compared to those supporting the First-generation Emperor Son, they are still in the minority. Do you think Lord Qin Hao will lose?"

Hearing this, Qin Kexin burst into laughter as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world:

"What? That bastard will lose? Are you kidding? Those who don't believe in that bastard will regret it on the day of the competition."

Qin Hao possessed multiple top-tier physiques and had even mastered a complete Great Dao. Qin Kexin couldn't fathom how Qin Hao could possibly lose! He would definitely win; it was just a matter of how he wanted to win.

Xiaolan looked at Qin Kexin in slight surprise, then smiled:

"Miss, you really have a lot of confidence in Lord Qin Hao."

Qin Kexin blushed and hurriedly waved her hands. "Who, who has confidence in him? I, I, I just..."

Xiaolan covered her mouth and snickered.

"Yes, yes, yes, whatever the Miss says is right."

After saying that, Xiaolan practically fled the scene.

......

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, but these short three days felt incredibly long to Qin Hao.

The starlight power infused by the Star Body-Forging Platform would adjust itself according to the physical strength of Qin Hao's body.

In other words, the stronger Qin Hao's physical body became, the more starlight power the Star Body-Forging Platform would infuse. It controlled the flow perfectly, always keeping it at the absolute breaking point of what Qin Hao could endure.

Even a tiny bit more, and Qin Hao's body would collapse from being unable to bear it.

For three days, three whole days, Qin Hao spent every moment at the absolute limits of his physical body.

However, compared to the increase in his strength, all this pain was worth it.

At this moment, every breath Qin Hao took carried the power of the stars. Behind him, the faint phenomenon of a starry river emerged. Manifestation of Vitality and Blood—Qin Hao had finally touched upon this realm as well.

However, what he manifested was not merely a divine beast, but a sky full of stars.

Qin Hao clenched his fist. Without using any spiritual energy and without any flashy techniques, he simply threw a punch.

"Boom—!"

As the punch was thrown, the air was instantly torn apart, letting out a deafening explosion.

Wherever the wind of the punch passed, space began to distort, revealing fine, dense cracks.

The force of the punch was like a roaring giant dragon, crashing heavily into the Yuanchu rockery.

That rockery was about ten zhang tall, carved entirely out of hard extraterrestrial meteoric iron. The moment Qin Hao's punch force struck it...

Only a loud "Bang" was heard.

The rockery instantly exploded, turning into countless fragments that scattered and flew in all directions.

"Wow, Hao Hao, you're so amazing."

Shen Suning, standing to the side, looked at Qin Hao with a lovestruck expression, her eyes full of admiration.

Qin Hao smiled helplessly. "To you, this is probably not even worth mentioning."

Shen Suning looked at Qin Hao affectionately:

"How can that be the same? I have the cultivation of an Immortal King, but you are only a Void Refinement Realm cultivator."

"Looking across the entire Three Realms and Nine Heavens, there are probably very few Void Refinement Realm cultivators who could withstand this casual punch of yours."

Everyone likes to hear others praise them, especially when the person is their own woman. Hearing Shen Suning's praise, Qin Hao was in an excellent mood.

He held Shen Suning's face and gave her two kisses:

"Haha, if you know how to speak so sweetly, say a bit more. Once I finish my duel with that Qin Zhantian, I'll come back and reward you properly."

After saying that, Qin Hao got up and headed to the martial arts arena for the duel.

The martial arts arena.

It was a sea of people.

Almost all the direct descendants of the Qin family had arrived. There were contemporary young geniuses, ancient geniuses who had just awakened from their slumber, and a crowd of elders.

A duel between the First-generation Emperor Son and the contemporary Emperor Son—two top-tier geniuses from different eras. No one wanted to miss this competition.

In the center of the martial arts stage, Qin Zhantian sat cross-legged, resting with his eyes closed.

He wore a set of black clothes, his long robes draped loosely, and the aura around him was as steady as Mount Tai.

Below the stage, countless gazes fell upon him, filled with awe, curiosity, and anticipation.

"Is this the son of the First Ancestor, our Qin family's First-generation Emperor Son? He really has an extraordinary bearing!"

"Who says otherwise? I heard that he integrated the Qilin bloodline and mastered a complete Great Dao. His strength is unfathomable. We'll be able to broaden our horizons today."

Discussions buzzed among the crowd.

Listening to these discussions, the corners of Qin Zhantian's mouth curled up slightly.

He was waiting. Waiting for Qin Hao's arrival, waiting for a highly anticipated duel.

Today, he would make everyone in the Qin family see that he, Qin Zhantian, was the well-deserved strongest genius of the Qin family!

He wanted to announce his return to the Three Realms and Nine Heavens through today's battle.

"Qin Hao, don't disappoint me. If I take care of you in just two or three moves, it would be far too boring," Qin Zhantian muttered to himself, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

In the crowd, a figure was looking around left and right, as if searching for something.

"Miss, are you looking for Lord Qin Hao?"

Xiaolan's words made Qin Kexin's expression freeze. She hurriedly glared at Xiaolan and said in a low voice:

"N-nonsense! Who's looking for him?"

Seeing her young miss act like this, Xiaolan couldn't help but smile:

"Is that so? Miss, didn't you come here for Lord Qin Hao?"

Qin Kexin's face blushed slightly:

"Who came specifically for him? I... I was just passing by. I passed by, saw a lot of people here, and dropped in to take a look."

"That's right, that's exactly it."

Xiaolan pursed her lips and snickered. Looking at her young miss's stubborn denial, her heart was as clear as a mirror.

Oh, Miss, Miss. You started dressing up early in the morning, changed into seven or eight outfits, looked in the mirror eight hundred times, and even smoothed out every single strand of hair. You call this passing by?

And those eyes of yours haven't stopped moving since you entered the martial arts arena, looking east and west, left and right, wishing you could sweep over every corner. You call this dropping in to take a look?

Miss, just keep pretending. Everyone in the world can see through your little thoughts; you're the only one keeping yourself in the dark.

Right at this moment, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

"Look, he's here, he's here!"

In the distance, a white-clothed figure arrived, treading on the clouds.

Qin Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind, like a banished immortal descending to the world.

He landed on the martial arts stage, facing Qin Zhantian from a distance. Their gazes met, and it was as if sparks were flying in the air.

Of course, this tense atmosphere was entirely the product of the audience's overactive imagination. Qin Hao did not even spare a proper glance at Qin Zhantian. It was not that he wanted to underestimate his opponent; it was simply that Qin Zhantian exuded the aura of a weakling from head to toe, leaving Qin Hao completely unable to muster the slightest desire to fight.

Standing among the crowd, Qin Kexin watched the white-robed figure on the stage, her heartbeat involuntarily quickening.

"This bastard... actually looks... kind of handsome today."