Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

"I... my name is Ye Lingshuang."

The blonde woman lowered her head slightly, her face flushing pink—a gentle shyness, like a lotus in the breeze, too delicate to bear the cool air.

Qin Zi inhaled sharply.

Was this really his master?

The feeling was akin to watching a tomboyish, fierce older sister suddenly act coy and dainty in front of her future brother-in-law…

It made his scalp tingle!

"Mm."

Qin Chuan nodded calmly, a slight smile on his face. "Thank you for taking care of Qin Zi all this time."

He carried himself with composure.

His tone was steady, showing a mix of concern, gratitude, and a subtle hint of closeness that came naturally.

What was this hint of closeness?

It was a kind of subtle respect, but not condescending—showing warmth while maintaining authority, like someone powerful but approachable.

To put it simply:

Though he was clearly in a superior position, he was still being very courteous!

At that moment, Qin Chuan's demeanor was like that of a father thanking his child's teacher for their hard work after his child had achieved great results.

And the most important part was that the father was a figure of great stature—a person of influence.

"Ah! You're too kind. It's my duty!"

Ye Lingshuang, the blonde woman, was overwhelmed with surprise, for in her eyes, Qin Chuan was even more legendary than any legend she'd ever known.

Beyond comprehension.

And still beyond comprehension!

Standing before such a figure, who spoke to her so politely, how could she not feel flattered and nervous?

"You don't need to be so modest. Without your guidance, Qin Zi wouldn't have improved his strength so quickly," Qin Chuan said with a smile.

The blonde woman blushed even more and awkwardly pinched the corner of her skirt. Suddenly, she asked, "How should I address you?"

Qin Chuan remained composed.

He had already anticipated this question and had prepared his response. Thick-skinned, he replied, "I'm a few tens of thousands of years older than you. If you don't mind my age, just call me Brother Qin."

Ye Lingshuang was startled—tens of thousands of years? That was far beyond what she had imagined.

But to a cultivator, age was a symbol of power, as those with weak cultivation wouldn't live long!

In this way, Qin Chuan's image grew even more impressive in her mind. The seemingly young man now appeared more mature and dependable, exuding an air of security.

"Brother... Brother Qin," she stammered, her face flushing. For a thousand-year-old young woman, this moment was filled with shy embarrassment.

"Then I'll call you Lingshuang from now on," Qin Chuan said.

"Mm." Ye Lingshuang nodded.

"After all this time without showing yourself, what made you decide to meet me now?" Qin Chuan asked directly, getting to the point.

"I..."

Ye Lingshuang's face reddened even more, and she shyly replied, "Actually... I have something to ask of you."

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

A request?

What could it be?

If it was something big that he couldn't accomplish, wouldn't it immediately ruin his carefully crafted image?

An invincible figure, after all, was supposed to be omnipotent.

For example, an Emperor-level powerhouse facing a Supreme Saint-level problem could reach a level of "basic understanding" even without prior knowledge!

This was called universal understanding!

"Brother Qin, am I being too presumptuous?" Ye Lingshuang asked nervously when she noticed his hesitation.

"Not at all," Qin Chuan shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "I was just worried that with my current condition, I wouldn't be able to help you, and that would be quite embarrassing."

He dropped a key phrase: current condition.

This was like giving himself an excuse in advance.

If it turned out he couldn't fulfill her request, he could use this as an excuse—it's not that he was incapable, but that his current strength was far from his peak!

"Oh, Brother Qin is overthinking it."

Ye Lingshuang breathed a sigh of relief and giggled. "Actually, it's nothing difficult for you. Even though Brother Qin might have lost his former cultivation, your knowledge and insight are still beyond measure."

Ah, this…

Qin Chuan felt a renewed sense of tension.

Was this going to be a question of cultivation insights?

If that were the case, it would be even harder to dodge.

After all, while he could claim his power had declined, he couldn't pretend to be clueless about basic principles…

Nevertheless, there was no turning back. He had to face it.

Keeping his expression calm, Qin Chuan smiled, "Go ahead and tell me what it is."

"Mm."

Ye Lingshuang nodded, her face becoming serious, a hint of reverence in her tone as she softly asked, "Brother Qin, is there one guiding principle that can be followed for a lifetime?"

Qin Chuan was momentarily stunned. Almost instinctively, he blurted out, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself twice!

What nonsense was this? Had he become so obsessed with memorizing old texts from his past life?

Clearly, she was asking about cultivation!

But to his surprise, Ye Lingshuang's body trembled upon hearing this, her face showing a contemplative expression.

Seeing her reaction, Qin Chuan remained still and composed. Naturally, this was no time to offer explanations.

Explain that he had spoken randomly?

Of course not.

It was clear that he had come prepared!

At least, that's the impression he needed to give—to appear as if he was always in control, exuding the confidence of an invincible expert.

After a long pause, Ye Lingshuang returned to her senses and bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Brother Qin, for your guidance."

"Just a small effort." Qin Chuan let out a sigh of relief, maintaining his composed smile, displaying the graceful demeanor of a true master.

Though he was curious about why she had asked such a question, he refrained from inquiring further.

Asking too many questions would expose his own ignorance. He wasn't about to dig his own grave.

He guessed that this might have been related to the principles of higher-level cultivators—perhaps involving the pursuit of a certain mantra or belief to support their cultivation, or maybe it was just a quest for inner clarity.

Whatever it was, he wouldn't dwell on it. When the time came, he would understand.

Suddenly, a tremendous pressure descended from the sky, causing the area around Seven Martial Sect to tremble violently!

"Second Young Master of the Xue Family from the Eastern Region has arrived! Seven Martial Sect, come out and greet us!"

A voice, full of majesty, reverberated across the land.

In an instant, countless disciples of the sect looked up in shock. Even the elders and the grand elders paled.

Xue Family?

What family was that? They had never heard of it!

But despite not knowing, the pressure they felt from the sky was undeniably the aura of a Supreme Saint.

An overwhelming presence, like the force of heaven itself, left them trembling.

"I am Zhao Fulong, a grand elder of Seven Martial Sect. What business brings the two of you to our sect?"

Zhao Fulong flew out from the forbidden valley, stopping a hundred meters in front of the two uninvited guests.

"Are you Zhao Fulong?"

The second young master of the Xue Family had an ordinary appearance—nothing remarkable—but he radiated an inexplicable sense of confidence.

"I've heard that you took in a disciple—someone with snow-white skin, unmatched beauty, and a special physique?"

Zhao Fulong's expression darkened slightly.

He immediately sensed trouble.

A young man who would say something like that… it didn't take much to figure out his intentions.

Forcing a smile, he replied, "You must be joking, my disciple may have a fair appearance, but she's hardly the beauty you describe. Her reputation is only known in these small Seven Kingdoms. How could she possibly attract your attention?"

Though he knew these words wouldn't accomplish much, it was still something he had to say.

A small attempt was better than none.

"Heh, not much of a beauty? Well, since I'm here, I might as well take a look for myself."

The Xue Family's second young master smirked slightly, a trace of threat in his voice. "Or are you telling me that I don't even have the right to meet her?"

"This..."

Zhao Fulong hesitated, then sighed bitterly. "In that case, I'll have my disciple come out and greet you."

He quickly sent a message.

Before long, Shui Qingrou appeared.

She wore a flowing, pale blue dress that highlighted her graceful figure, as if she were a pure lotus swaying in the breeze.

However…

A dark blue birthmark on her face marred her otherwise perfect beauty, creating a jarring contrast, even looking somewhat grotesque.

It was like seeing a cute, innocent girl—adorable and easy to bully—only to realize she's actually much tougher than you expected.