Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

"Martial Uncle Qin Zi and Ancestor Qin Chuan, you two have been away for a long time. Why have you suddenly returned to the sect today?"

The middle-aged man in purple robes held back his urge to punch someone, forcing a smile as he asked with fake politeness.

Qin Zi raised an eyebrow, his tone righteous:

"As a senior of Dongsheng Divine Sect, am I not allowed to return and check on my juniors?"

"Su Xuanlong, it's been a few years, and now you're using this kind of tone to speak to your Martial Uncle? It seems we've grown a bit distant."

Pfft!

Su Xuanlong, the man in purple, almost spat blood on the spot, feeling a strong desire to strangle this shameless brat.

You really think you're important, don't you? Do you not even know your own status?

He wanted to go mad but had to hold back.

For the sake of Yu Huang and the dignity of Dongsheng Divine Sect, he had to endure the humiliation. After all, he was the sect master.

"Haha, Martial Uncle, you're absolutely right. It was my mistake, I spoke out of turn."

Su Xuanlong lowered his head, smiling bitterly.

"Very well, let's head inside. I can't wait to see the vigor and spirit of our sect's younger generation."

Qin Zi said as he walked forward with an air of self-importance.

Qin Chuan silently followed beside him.

Today, it was Qin Zi's time to shine. And, in terms of "nominal relationships," Qin Zi, as Yu Huang's disciple, actually held a higher status within the sect than his own father.

It wasn't the right time for Qin Chuan to show off yet. For now, he was content to stay in the background and watch his son's performance.

Soon, the group arrived at the main hall on the central peak, where a cold and aloof woman dressed in white stood in the center.

She was like a snow lotus blooming on an icy mountain—

Unapproachable.

Distant.

A thousand miles away from anyone.

"Xueqing, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing the woman, Su Xuanlong's stern expression softened, a hint of joy and affection showing in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Lin has been severely injured. I came to ask you for a Nine Revolutions Creation Pill. Will you give it to me or not?"

The white-clad woman spoke emotionlessly, as if the request was a matter of course.

"Lin Yi?"

Su Xuanlong frowned slightly, showing a trace of displeasure.

"Will you give it or not? If not, I'll leave. Just pretend I wasn't here."

The white-clad woman said coldly, ready to turn away.

"I'll give it! Of course, I will."

Su Xuanlong quickly responded. He looked at his daughter with affection, saying,

"You've already asked. How could I refuse?"

With a flick of his finger, a pale purple pill flew toward her, landing smoothly in her hand.

"Thanks."

The white-clad woman accepted the pill with an indifferent tone, turned, and began to leave.

Su Xuanlong watched her cold and distant back, a complex mix of guilt and regret appearing on his face. After all, he knew he had wronged her and her mother.

"Hold on!"

Suddenly, someone stepped forward, blocking the white-clad woman's path.

"Martial Uncle!"

Su Xuanlong's eyelid twitched wildly as he rushed to stand between the two, addressing Qin Zi respectfully.

"This is my daughter, Su Xueqing. You may not be familiar with her since you've been away from the sect for a long time. May I ask what instruction you have?"

"Instruction? I wouldn't dare. However, in the sect, there are rules of seniority and respect that cannot be ignored."

Qin Zi stood with his hands behind his back, speaking coldly.

"It's one thing for your daughter to be cold toward you, but when she meets me and the other elders of the sect, she shows no sign of respect. How can a disciple of Dongsheng Divine Sect be so unruly?"

"This…"

Su Xuanlong's face twitched uncontrollably. He desperately wanted to kill this shameless scoundrel but had to endure it for the sake of the sect's dignity.

Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said,

"My daughter grew up outside the sect with her mother. It's only in the past two years that I brought her back. She hasn't learned all the formalities yet. Please, Martial Uncle, be lenient."

"Hmph, is that so?"

Qin Zi sneered.

"How complicated could the sect's rules be? If she hasn't learned them in two years, it means she never bothered to learn them at all!"

The atmosphere in the hall grew tense, and the elders' eyes flickered. Some even showed a glint of hostility—this brat was becoming far too brazen, truly thinking of himself as their senior!

Yet, they still held back.

Some matters were understood by all, but no one dared to speak out.

That was called keeping up appearances!

However, Qin Zi didn't care at all. He continued to fan the flames:

"In a sect, there must be discipline. Since she hasn't learned it, now's the time to start. Someone, come and teach her how to properly salute her elders."

Everyone exchanged glances.

"I'll do it."

Finally, an impeccably dressed elder stepped forward with a forced smile. He said to the white-clad woman,

"Xueqing, follow my lead."

But the white-clad woman remained motionless, her face expressionless as if the elder didn't even exist.

She was clearly rejecting his absurd demand.

Instantly, the elder's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and he was slightly annoyed.

As a senior elder in the sect, he had stepped forward to resolve the situation, yet this young woman was so ungrateful!

Suddenly, he felt Qin Zi might be justified. This insolent girl did need to be taught some manners…

Wait, what am I thinking?

He snapped out of it. What nonsense! This wasn't some righteous senior disciplining a junior; it was a shameless scoundrel waving an empty token of authority!

"Insolence!"

Qin Zi shouted, his face stern.

"Before me, your Martial Uncle, you dare disregard the elders of the sect? You're showing no respect for the authority of the sect! Someone, slap her!"

"This…"

"Is that really necessary…?"

Everyone exchanged nervous glances.

Slap her? She was the sect master's beloved daughter! If they dared to lay a hand on her, wouldn't the sect master go berserk?

Besides, they were just acting out this charade—no need to go that far.

"What's wrong? Are you all willing to let this unruly girl undermine the rules of our sect? Should we allow the time-honored traditions of Dongsheng Divine Sect to be destroyed by an arrogant child?"

Qin Zi's words were solemn, and his expression radiated righteousness, an air of authority surrounding him.

Everyone was startled.

Because at this moment, Qin Zi really did resemble the disciple of Yu Huang—a true senior of Dongsheng Divine Sect.

"Could it be… is he truly?"

Some elders began to waver.

They had previously assumed that Yu Huang's declaration was merely an open scheme to seize the imperial weapon. But now, they were beginning to wonder…

After all, this youth seemed exceptionally talented. What if Yu Huang had secretly taken him on as a disciple?

Moreover, Qin Zi's current demeanor, one of righteous indignation and responsibility for the sect's rules, seemed far too genuine to be an act.

Even more importantly…

If this young man was a fraud, how could he have the audacity to cause such a scene at Dongsheng Divine Sect? With two Realm Emperors present, it would be a death wish to act so brazenly!

"This… could it be…"

Their hearts were in turmoil, unsure of whether Qin Zi was genuine or not. They'd have to consult Yu Huang to be certain. But it wasn't like they could just casually approach the venerable Yu Huang.

"What's the matter? Afraid to act? Do I need to do it myself?"

Qin Zi's gaze swept over the crowd, his voice icy.

With that, he moved forward, ready to take action.

"Martial Uncle!!"

At that moment, Su Xuanlong shouted, his eyes fixed on Qin Zi, gritting his teeth as if he was about to snap.

Between clenched teeth, he squeezed out three words:

"Let! Me! Do it!"