I'll Make You Willingly Give It

Seeing Luo Qingxue so determined to drive him away, Qin Hao could not help but smile:

"In such a hurry to make me leave, huh? What? Am I someone who cannot be seen in public?"

Luo Qingxue shook her head: "That is not it, I just do not want people to misunderstand."

Luo Qingxue had already made up her mind. She wanted to see her master happy. Since her master wanted her to marry the Imperial Son of the Qin Family, she would naturally follow her master's arrangement.

Since the decision had been made, she should naturally keep her distance from other men.

Thinking of this, Luo Qingxue spoke again: "Sir Ye, I have already said it before. I asked you to come here just to ask you a few questions, not to really be some rented Dao companion with you."

"Since you cannot answer the doubts in my heart, your task is complete. Also, I will not give you the destiny you mentioned, nor will I take anything of yours. Please leave."

Qin Hao shrugged with a helpless look on his face: "I am afraid that will not do. The order has not been completed, so I cannot leave yet."

As soon as these words were spoken, Luo Qingxue's patience was completely exhausted.

Clang—

A clear sword cry resounded through the courtyard. With a flip of her hand, the Xueji Sword was somehow already in Luo Qingxue's grasp. She twisted her wrist, pointing the tip of the sword straight at Qin Hao. Stepping forward, she firmly placed the blade against the side of Qin Hao's neck.

The edge of the sword was less than an inch from his skin, exuding a chilling intent.

"Young Master Qin, I will ask you one last time, are you leaving or not?" Luo Qingxue's voice was calm, and her clear, cold eyes held no killing intent, only unquestionable determination.

Qin Hao looked down at the Xueji Sword resting on his neck, then looked up at Luo Qingxue's frosty face, and suddenly laughed:

"Miss Luo, you do not actually think you can threaten me like this, do you?"

Luo Qingxue tightened her grip on the sword hilt: "If you will not leave, then I will beat you until you do."

Qin Hao raised an eyebrow: "Alright, bring it on."

Seeing that Qin Hao still dared to provoke her, Luo Qingxue said no more. With a flick of her wrist, the Xueji Sword let out a clear, long hum.

The sword light flashed like a ribbon of silk, heading straight for Qin Hao's shoulder. She still held back after all, not aiming for his vital spots, only wanting to make him back down in the face of difficulties.

The moment the sword tip touched Qin Hao's robes, Luo Qingxue was already eighty percent sure of her success. She had used seventy percent of her strength in this strike. Seventy percent of a Body Integration Realm cultivator's power combined with a Half-Step Imperial Weapon would make even a Mahayana Realm cultivator suffer a huge loss.

However, the moment the sword tip struck Qin Hao's shoulder, what she felt was not the resistance of flesh and blood, but an indescribable tremor. The tip of the Xueji Sword simply stopped at Qin Hao's shoulder, like a needle poking into a piece of black iron, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch.

Luo Qingxue's pupils shrank abruptly. Refusing to believe it, the spiritual energy in her body surged madly, pouring into the sword. The patterns on the Xueji Sword lit up, and the sword light blazed brilliantly, illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were broad daylight. She gritted her teeth and pushed her spiritual energy to one hundred percent.

Qin Hao remained completely motionless, looking at Luo Qingxue with a somewhat teasing gaze.

Not to mention that Qin Hao possessed multiple top-tier physiques. When these top-tier physiques were combined, their enhancement to Qin Hao was not as simple as one plus one equals two. Furthermore, through Ji Ruxue, he had also obtained the essence blood of the Primordial Dragon Emperor.

The essence blood of the Primordial Dragon Emperor nourished Qin Hao's body at all times, making his physical form increasingly powerful. It was not that Qin Hao was being arrogant; it was simply that against cultivators below the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, even if Qin Hao stood still, the opponent would not be able to harm him in the slightest.

As for a Body Integration Realm cultivator like Luo Qingxue, as long as Qin Hao wanted to, he would not even need to make a move. He could defeat her just by exhaling forcefully.

Luo Qingxue gritted her teeth, pushing her spiritual energy to the absolute limit. She momentarily doubted whether what she held was truly a Half-Step Imperial Weapon. Why could a Half-Step Imperial Weapon not break through this man's defense? It could not even scratch his skin?

"Miss Luo, that is about enough," Qin Hao finally spoke, and then gently shrugged his shoulder. With just that slight movement, an irresistible, massive force transmitted down the blade of the Xueji Sword.

This force was not spiritual energy, but pure, unreasonably tyrannical physical strength.

Luo Qingxue only felt a sharp pain in the web between her thumb and forefinger, as if she had been bitten by a primordial vicious beast. Her sword flew out of her hand uncontrollably, flipped a few times in the air, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Luo Qingxue was stunned. She looked down at her hand, then slowly raised her head, her eyes full of disbelief as she looked at Qin Hao.

She had fully activated a Half-Step Imperial Weapon, yet she had not even grazed his skin. But this guy in front of her had simply shrugged his shoulder and sent her sword flying.

Luo Qingxue felt that the worldview she had built over twenty years was cracking at this moment. It should be known that she was someone who had grasped a complete Great Dao since birth. Although she only had a Body Integration Realm cultivation, the combat power she could display was even stronger than many Mahayana Realm cultivators of this era.

Just what kind of monster was this man in front of her?

An indescribable sense of frustration welled up in Luo Qingxue's heart. From Qin Hao's bone age, it was not hard to judge that the person in front of her was about the same age as her, yet the strength he possessed was worlds apart from hers.

Did Master and the ancestors of Yaochi not say I was a once-in-a-ten-thousand-years genius? Compared to this guy, what kind of genius am I?

Qin Hao picked up the fallen Xueji Sword and handed it to Luo Qingxue: "Alright, since you do not want to see me so much, I will just leave."

Speaking of this, Qin Hao paused, then revealed a playful smile:

"However, tomorrow you might just be begging to see me."

Hearing these words, Luo Qingxue snorted coldly: "Wishful thinking! Since you have decided to leave, that is for the best. I cannot give you destiny, but as for other rewards, feel free to ask."

Qin Hao laughed: "I do not want any other rewards."

Saying so, Qin Hao took a step forward. His step was not fast, it could even be said to be a bit slow, but Luo Qingxue felt as if a massive mountain was pressing down on her.

She subconsciously wanted to step back, but her feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move no matter what.

Qin Hao reached out his hand, his long, slender fingers gently lifting Luo Qingxue's chin, forcing her to look up at him.

The distance between the two was very close, so close that Luo Qingxue could clearly see the curve of Qin Hao's eyelashes and feel the warmth of his breath.

Having never been in such close contact with the opposite sex, Luo Qingxue froze completely. Her mind went blank, and her heart beat so fast it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

"You... let go!" Luo Qingxue's voice was as soft as the spring breeze of March, making even herself feel ashamed to hear it.

Qin Hao leaned close to Luo Qingxue's ear and gently blew a breath into it:

"It does not matter, I do not need you to give it right now. Someday, I will make you give it to me willingly."