Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

Half a month had passed.

Qin Chuan's influence in Minghao City continued to grow, like a mighty dragon crossing the river, subduing all the local powers.

Even the City Lord's Mansion paled in comparison when standing before him.

After all, he was the man who had crippled Master Pangqi!

Moreover, after being crippled, Master Pangqi had surprisingly gone silent, showing no signs of seeking revenge even after all this time.

As a result, the people of Minghao City viewed Qin Chuan as unfathomable, a terrifying existence that was absolutely not to be provoked.

On this day, City Lord Bai Chen suddenly paid a visit to Qin Chuan.

Without any small talk, he got straight to the point as soon as he entered the house, "Brother Qin, I'm here today to tell you about an opportunity."

"Let's hear it."

Qin Chuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Bai Chen took the cup and said, "Two days ago, a flood in a region under Minghao City's jurisdiction washed away a mountainside, revealing the tomb of a powerful figure."

"Based on the formations and seals surrounding the tomb, it seems to be the burial site of a Nirvana Realm expert."

"You want me to go tomb raiding?"

Qin Chuan asked with a smile.

"No, no, no, such a tomb wouldn't be of much use to people like us, but for the younger generation, it's a great opportunity for training."

Bai Chen replied earnestly, "These tombs of powerful figures usually have various traps and opportunities. They can help train the younger generation's reflexes, observational skills, and mental fortitude, among other things."

"Moreover, it's also a chance for young people to interact and compete with each other. After all, competition drives motivation in cultivation."

Qin Chuan listened and then asked, "So you've already informed many people about this tomb, and many young people will be heading there?"

"Hehe, I hope Brother Qin doesn't mind."

Bai Chen laughed awkwardly and said, "I did sell this information to several Nirvana-level powers and made a decent profit."

"But it's not just for my own benefit. The laws of the kingdom actually encourage this kind of thing."

"After all, as I mentioned earlier, it's a valuable training opportunity for the younger generation. The stronger the younger generation becomes, the stronger the overall power of the Nine Suns Kingdom."

Hearing this, Qin Chuan squinted his eyes slightly.

The overall strength of the kingdom? When people talk about the overall strength, it usually means there's a common enemy.

He pondered for a moment. Since his son was out on an errand, asking about it wouldn't hurt, so he asked.

"Brother Bai, does the Nine Suns Kingdom have external enemies?"

He inquired.

"Hehe, not exactly, but…"

Bai Chen sighed with a wry smile, "Sigh… In the last Seven Nations Talent Battle, the Nine Suns Kingdom came in last."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan felt the urge to laugh, but he held it back.

He was professionally trained, and he wouldn't laugh—unless he couldn't help it.

"I see."

He took a deep breath, then nodded casually, saying, "But I'm dirt poor; I'm afraid I can't afford to buy this information from you."

"Brother Qin, what are you saying? Since I've come to tell you personally, I won't charge you."

Bai Chen shook his head with a smile.

"I'm not used to receiving something for nothing." Qin Chuan looked into his eyes and said.

"Let me be honest, I have no other motives; I just want to be friends with you, Brother Qin… If you're willing to befriend me."

Bai Chen met Qin Chuan's gaze without flinching.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

Qin Chuan withdrew his gaze, smiled, and said, "What's wrong with having another friend?"

Hearing this, Bai Chen smiled in relief, then took out a rolled-up sheepskin map.

"This is the map of the tomb. You can take Qin Zi there yourself, or you can let him go with the people from the City Lord's Mansion."

Qin Chuan declined the map with a smile and said, "I have other matters to attend to, so I won't be going. Please look after the boy."

Hearing this, Bai Chen's spirits lifted! Qin Chuan wasn't going?

He was directly entrusting his son to him?

What immense trust this was!

"Since Brother Qin trusts me so much, I assure you that nothing will happen to him," Bai Chen promised solemnly.

"Good, let's drink tea."

Qin Chuan raised his cup.

"Good."

Bai Chen raised his cup as well. They clinked their cups, exchanged smiles, and took a sip.

Soon after, Bai Chen left.

Qin Chuan squinted his eyes.

The reason he didn't personally take his son to the tomb was that… he needed to stir things up from behind the scenes.

When the black robe is on, father and son are unrelated.

With the hood up, he cares for no one!

He had to "watch from the shadows" to ensure his son could stir up the biggest mess possible.

You kill, I finish.

You run, I spread rumors.

It's as simple as that; it's practical!

Besides, in places teeming with danger and unknown threats, his survival skills might not even be as good as his son's.

That's why he preferred not to enter a dungeon with his son.

For instance, if the two of them were trapped in a formation together and he couldn't figure out a way out, wouldn't that shatter his "invincible" image? A truly invincible expert must have no weaknesses, able to solve any problem.

Even in areas he's not well-versed in, he should at least reach the level of "knowing a little."

That's what invincible means!

This image isn't something that can be explained away—if it crumbles, it crumbles, and there's no way to recover it.

So, he wasn't suited to act alongside his son. He was better as the mastermind in the shadows, the emergency fixer.

"Father, I'm back."

Before long, Qin Zi walked through the gate, looking refreshed, his steps light.

Qin Chuan looked at his son's demeanor and guessed that he had probably scored another lucky find from a street stall.

But this kid came back like this almost every day… Wasn't that a bit too much? "Sigh, I wonder how long Minghao City's treasure reserves will last…"

He sighed inwardly.

A single moth can eat up a grain store, and a lucky king can exhaust a city's supply of opportunities.

…

Wujing City.

Originally, it was just an ordinary secondary city. Although it had occasional disturbances, it was generally peaceful.

However, in the past two days, due to the discovery of the Nirvana Realm expert's tomb, a large number of powerful figures had flooded in from all directions.

These people were like dragons crossing the river, making the original residents of Wujing City too afraid to even breathe loudly.

But fortunately, these people didn't cause any trouble in the city; many didn't even enter the city and went directly to the tomb.

On this day.

The Wanjing Commerce Guild's branch in Wujing City welcomed a special guest, a figure dressed in a black robe, his identity unknown.

However, the guest presented a Supreme VIP card, which scared the branch manager out of her wits.

She knew exactly what that meant.

This was a Nirvana Realm expert!!

"Honored guest, what can I do for you?" The middle-aged woman asked respectfully.

"I want to gather some information. I believe your guild has an intelligence network in this area."

The black-robed man said in a deep voice.

"Please, go ahead."

The middle-aged woman slightly bowed, revealing a deep cleavage, appearing rather opulent.

"I want to know which specific factions have entered the tomb."

The black-robed man inquired.

"Hmm… let me think."

The middle-aged woman organized her thoughts and then replied methodically, "At least a hundred factions, big and small, have come here, and some of them are nameless."

"I assume the smaller factions and unknown individuals wouldn't attract your attention, so I'll only mention the Nirvana-level factions."

"In the past few days, twelve Nirvana-level factions have appeared. They include the Yan family from Ronghuo City, the Lin family from Tianmu City, the Luo family from Dayang City, the Yu family from Chongtian City… and lastly, the City Lord's Mansion of Minghao City."

"All these factions are led by peak Pure Yang experts, each bringing their young masters for training."

The black-robed man nodded upon hearing this and then said, "I want detailed information on these Nirvana-level factions."

"For example, the names of the young people training, preferably with portraits. I also want to know about their elders, their cultivation levels, the internal relations within their families, the family's strongest power, whether anyone is in seclusion…"

The black-robed man continued at length.

The middle-aged woman listened intently, not daring to miss a single detail.

Finally, the black-robed man finished speaking.

The middle-aged woman bowed, smiling as she said, "I'll go organize the information right away. Please enjoy some tea and wait for a moment."

With that, she left the luxurious private room.

The black-robed man sat back in his chair, leisurely picked up the jade teacup, and took a sip.

"Sigh, my dear son, your father is worrying himself sick over you…"