As his voice fell, Qin Hao let go of his hand, took a step back, smoothed his robes, and turned to walk toward the courtyard gate without the slightest hesitation.
"Stop harboring such unrealistic fantasies. I won't see you again."
Luo Qingxue took a deep breath to calm her emotions.
Hearing this, Qin Hao turned his head and revealed a faint smile. "We will be seeing each other again very soon."
After leaving Luo Qingxue's courtyard, Qin Hao returned to the palace of his mother, Jiang Yun. Seeing Qin Hao, Jiang Yun immediately came forward and asked,
"How was it, Little Hao? What was Qingxue's attitude toward you? Is she willing to accept you?"
Qin Hao shook his head. "I didn't meet her in my capacity as the Divine Son of the Qin family. Moreover, I plan to keep my identity a secret until she accepts me."
Hearing this, Jiang Yun frowned and quickly asked, "Why?"
Qin Hao shrugged. "Because the feeling she gave me was very indifferent. Besides, I believe that if I approached her as the Divine Son of the Qin family, she would definitely accept me. However, that acceptance wouldn't be out of love, but because of you, Mother."
Jiang Yun nodded. "True. That child is icy to everyone except me. I once expressed my hope that she could be with you. Given her temperament, just to make me happy, if you met her with your true identity, she would agree to be with you even if it meant wronging herself."
"This is fine too. Although you've hidden your identity, if she is willing to accept you, it will be because she truly likes you, not for my sake. However, this might be a bit difficult. After all, for the concealed you, your true self is actually your own romantic rival."
Hearing this, Qin Hao chuckled. "It's all me anyway, what's the difference? But, Mother, I need you to create more opportunities for me to interact with her—the kind where she won't be so resistant."
"Alright, leave this matter to me. However, I must remind you: if Qingxue is truly unwilling, you absolutely must not force her."
Seeing Jiang Yun's solemn expression, Qin Hao couldn't help but curl his lips. "Mother, what kind of person do you take me for? Am I the type to force others?"
Jiang Yun looked Qin Hao up and down with a serious face, then said, "Hard to say. I've heard that you have quite a few Dao companions."
Qin Hao sweatdropped, then immediately explained, "They were all completely willing. I haven't forced them in the slightest."
Jiang Yun was indeed an Almighty Immortal King, and one who had mastered a complete Great Dao at that. In just the short time she spent talking with Qin Hao, she had already thought of a way for Qin Hao and Luo Qingxue to interact naturally.
The Yaochi Secret Realm, which opened once every thousand years, was about to open. Under the guise of promoting communication among the younger generation of the major Holy Lands, Jiang Yun sent out invitation letters to the various Holy Lands.
Qin Hao's eldest nephew was the Vice Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Holy Land, which was naturally on the invitation list. When the time came, Qin Hao would join this joint trial under the identity of the Holy Son of the Profound Heaven Holy Land.
"This will require Qin Zhongtian's cooperation. Go inform him," Jiang Yun instructed after explaining her plan.
Qin Hao nodded. He immediately took out his jade pendant, locked onto the coordinates of the Profound Heaven Holy Land in his mind, and directly teleported over.
.......
Restricted Area of the Profound Heaven Holy Land
"Eldest Nephew~" Qin Hao crossed his arms over his chest and shouted toward the sky.
Before his voice even faded, a figure appeared in front of Qin Hao. Seeing Qin Hao, Qin Zhongtian didn't give him a good look. Instead, he asked with a stern face,
"Where is my disciple?! Qingyue is my disciple, and she hasn't come back to see her master in months! Could you please not hog her to yourself?"
Seeing Qin Zhongtian's jealous appearance, Qin Hao couldn't help but laugh. "Eldest Nephew, it's true she's your disciple, but don't forget, she's also my Dao companion. Is there anything inappropriate about her staying at the Qin family?"
"The ancestors actually like her quite a bit. When I'm not around, she cultivates with them. She's already a Soul Formation realm cultivator now."
Saying this, Qin Hao patted Qin Zhongtian's shoulder. "You're not quite cutting it as a master. Qingyue cultivated with the Qin family ancestors for just a few months, and she went from the Golden Core to the Soul Formation realm. When she was with you, it took her months just to get from Qi Condensation to Golden Core."
"But I can't blame you. Who asked you to be just a lowly Immortal King? In the Qin family, it's Immortal Emperor-level ancestors personally guiding Qingyue's cultivation. Even my dad has guided her several times. It'd be hard for her not to improve."
Hearing this, Qin Zhongtian coldly snorted. "Ah, yes, yes, yes. I'm just a lowly Immortal King. I suppose our great Divine Son of the Qin family wouldn't have any matters that require the help of a lowly Immortal King like me. I'll be taking my leave now."
After saying that, without any hesitation, Qin Zhongtian turned around to leave.
Seeing this, Qin Hao lunged forward to block Qin Zhongtian, flashing him a smile.
"Hahaha, Eldest Nephew, I might have spoken a bit too loudly just now, please forgive me."
The corners of Qin Zhongtian's mouth twitched upward slightly. Of course, he wasn't really going to leave. Otherwise, the moment he said the word leave, he would have already vanished from Qin Hao's sight. Would he really have let Qin Hao stop him?
Naturally, he also absolutely wouldn't agree to help Qin Hao so readily. Thus, Qin Zhongtian took the opportunity to state his own demand:
"Alright, I won't waste words with you. What do you need my help with? Let me make it clear upfront: I can help you, but you must agree to one condition."
Hearing this, Qin Hao raised an eyebrow and quickly asked, "What condition?"
"Qingyue has to come back once a month. Those old fogeys in your family, do they even know how to teach? I finally found such a satisfactory disciple; of course I have to train her personally."
Qin Hao shrugged. "Well, about that, I respect Qingyue's wishes. If she wants to come, she can. If she doesn't, then forget it."
"Just tell her to come back and visit often. Don't think everyone is like you, completely heartless. Speak, you heartless brat, what do you need me to do?"
Qin Hao chuckled lightly. "It's nothing difficult. I want to be the Holy Son of your Profound Heaven Holy Land."
At this point, Qin Hao paused before continuing, "Me being the Holy Son of your Profound Heaven Holy Land isn't asking too much, right?"
Qin Hao thought this was just a trivial matter requiring only a single sentence, but after hearing it, Qin Zhongtian revealed a troubled expression. Seeing this, Qin Hao couldn't help but ask, "What is it? Is there a problem?"
Qin Zhongtian shrugged. "It's not exactly difficult, it's just not very appropriate. Our Profound Heaven Holy Land just selected a Holy Son. With one word from you, you want to strip him of his position? That doesn't seem right."
"The newly appointed Holy Son comes from a humble background. He relied entirely on himself, taking it one step at a time to reach his current position. Rogue cultivators, especially those from the very bottom, don't have it easy."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
