Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

Qin Chuan decided it was time to head to the Eastern Domain.

Before leaving, he used a messaging jade talisman to contact Zhou Mo, who had been up to his usual shady activities somewhere. After all, he had promised to take Zhou Mo with him when he left, and he wasn't one to break his word.

However, after three days, Zhou Mo still hadn't returned!

Despite the repeated replies from the jade talisman saying, "Almost there, almost there," it felt like the same excuse a girlfriend would give when asked, "Where are you?"—always saying they're close, but in reality, they might not have even left the house.

Qin Chuan wasn't in a hurry, though. There wasn't anything pressing to handle, so waiting a few days wasn't a problem.

Then, one day...

A rather unexpected guest arrived at the Seven Martial Sect.

It was an old woman.

She wore a dark brown robe, her hair was pure white, yet crystalline in appearance, and her face showed no wrinkles, radiating an aura of serenity.

As soon as she arrived at the sect's gate, the disciples guarding the entrance immediately knelt before her.

There was no reason. They simply knelt.

Even after they knelt, they were confused about why they had done so, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The old woman smiled gently at the disciples and walked into the sect without speaking.

The disciples, standing motionless, didn't dare stop her, ask any questions, or even greet her. It was only after she had walked a fair distance that they finally remembered to send a message to the sect leaders.

The higher-ups of the Seven Martial Sect were immediately shaken!

All the elders, including the supreme elders, appeared. Yet, when they saw the old woman, none of them knew how to react.

While they didn't kneel, they couldn't bring themselves to speak. Their minds buzzed, overwhelmed by her presence.

"I'm here to take a disciple," the old woman said with a soft smile, before heading toward a secluded valley—the residence of Shui Qingrou.

It was only after she disappeared into the valley that the sect leaders breathed a collective sigh of relief, their faces filled with fear and disbelief.

The pressure of her presence demanded respect.

Her aura was regal beyond description.

It was the aura of a monarch!

My heavens!

Even in the vast Eastern Domain, a World Sovereign was a legendary existence, so high and mighty that they rarely showed themselves unless a catastrophe occurred.

Yet now, such a being had descended upon the small and impoverished Seven Martial Sect, deep in the destitute lands of the Seven Nations.

It was utterly mind-boggling.

Hearing the news, Qin Zi hurried over, while Qin Chuan followed at a more leisurely pace.

At this moment, he was probably the calmest of them all.

"Qin Chuan, are you not the least bit nervous? This is a World Sovereign we're talking about!" Supreme Elder Zhao Fulong asked in shock.

"Why would I be nervous?" Qin Chuan asked calmly.

Zhao Fulong opened his mouth, but no words came out. He chuckled wryly, realizing he had underestimated the man before him.

Qin Chuan... who exactly are you?

His respect for Qin Chuan deepened.

Meanwhile, Qin Zi, after gathering information from those around him, anxiously turned to Qin Chuan and asked, "Father, is this the master you mentioned—the one destined for Junior Sister Shui Qingrou?"

Qin Chuan gave a mysterious smile, squinting slightly as he said, "Perhaps. Or perhaps not... Remember, whoever stands before you could be a celestial or a demon."

His words were intentionally vague.

On the one hand, even he wasn't entirely sure, and he didn't want to say anything that might embarrass him later and damage his image.

On the other hand, he secretly hoped this mysterious old woman was a villain. If that were the case, maybe... he could advance to the World Sovereign Realm by defeating her!

"Father, what should we do? If she's a bad person and takes Junior Sister Shui Qingrou away, what will happen?" Qin Zi asked, anxiety rising.

Qin Chuan fell silent for a moment, frowning slightly as a rare look of inner conflict crossed his face.

After a long pause, he exhaled deeply, his expression relaxing as his eyes filled with firm resolve. He gently patted his son's shoulder and offered reassuring words: "Don't worry. If she truly turns out to be evil... I'll be here."

Whoosh!

Qin Zi's body trembled with emotion, his heart swelling with gratitude, and his eyes misted over.

"Father... thank you..."

His voice quivered with emotion.

He knew that if his father truly fought a World Sovereign, the price would be beyond his imagination.

Yet, to protect the person he cared for and safeguard his heart, his father was willing to make such a sacrifice.

What a weighty love that was!

Qin Chuan patted his son's head and then quietly whispered through sound transmission: "When that person comes out, I want you to test her."

"Test her? How?"

Qin Zi raised his brows, puzzled.

Qin Chuan thought for a moment, then said, "Use your special skill. Try to anger her, say whatever you need to."

"For a strong person of this level, if they are righteous, they won't take offense to your words. But if they are evil, they might lash out. And if she does attack... I'll handle her."

His tone was confident, as if he were in total control of the situation.

It was as if, in his eyes, a World Sovereign was nothing special. Once he made up his mind, defeating her was a mere formality!

Of course, the only reason he dared to say this was that he believed the old woman was likely a good person.

He just wanted to show off a bit in front of his son and his son's beautiful "girlfriend."

This way, he could solidify his image as an invincible powerhouse—See? I'm really not afraid of a World Sovereign. If I say I'll fight her, I'll fight her!

Upon hearing this, Qin Zi was filled with courage, and his previously anxious heart was now overflowing with a sense of security.

With Father here, what was there to fear?!

At the same time, Qin Zi noticed that his ring felt damp again, as if it had gotten wet.

It wasn't long before the old woman emerged, with Shui Qingrou following closely behind.

Shui Qingrou looked shy and almost like a child who had been caught doing something wrong, keeping her head down as she followed the old woman.

"Junior Sister Qingrou!"

Qin Zi immediately rushed forward.

"Senior Brother Qin Zi!"

Shui Qingrou called out, and the moment their eyes met, it was obvious that there was mutual affection.

"Qingrou, who is he?"

The old woman turned to Shui Qingrou, her expression calm, though it made Shui Qingrou visibly tense.

"He... is..." Shui Qingrou stammered, too nervous to give a clear answer.

"I'm her man!" Qin Zi suddenly puffed out his chest, meeting the old woman's gaze fearlessly.

"What?!"

The old woman's eyes flickered, and an overwhelming pressure burst forth. It was as if the sun, moon, and stars were crashing down, capable of crushing mountains and rivers, making it impossible for anyone to breathe.

However, the pressure quickly dissipated, and fortunately so—had it lasted any longer, even the ever-composed Qin Chuan might have been caught in an embarrassing situation.

The old woman took a deep breath and looked at Shui Qingrou, her voice filled with concern. "Have you two already..."

Shui Qingrou bit her lip, looking at Qin Zi. When she saw the determined expression on his face, she nodded.

Although she didn't fully understand why he said what he did or what his intentions were, she chose to follow his lead.

What did her reputation matter?

He was putting his life on the line!

"You... you foolish child!" the old woman finally said, her face darkening with disappointment. "Do you not realize what you've done?"

"What did I do?" Shui Qingrou asked timidly.

"You have a rare physique. If you lose your purity before reaching mastery, your cultivation speed will be severely impacted!" the old woman sighed.

"Old lady, whether or not her cultivation is impacted is between the two of us. Why are you so concerned? Does it have anything to do with you?" Qin Zi scoffed dismissively.

Gasp!

Everyone around him drew a sharp breath, nearly fainting from shock. Some even collapsed on the spot.

My heavens, Qin Zi must be insane!

Did he even know who he was talking to?

Provoking a World Sovereign like this was practically a death wish—and could easily spell the end of the Seven Martial Sect!

"You're noisy."

The old woman cast a cold glance at Qin Zi, and an indescribable pressure immediately pinned him to the ground.

Looking down at him, she said coldly, "Not only did you do such a disgraceful thing, but you dare act so shamelessly about it. You're utterly despicable."

"Pah! What I do is none of your business! But you, a dignified World Sovereign, bullying a junior—are you so ugly that you don't care about losing face?"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood along with his words, Qin Zi continued to insult her without hesitation.