Qin Wentian’s Name

Qin Wentian's Name . . .

In the wake of the tumultuous clash, Qin Wentian's voice cut through the charged atmosphere. His tone, while calm, carried a weight of arrogance that hung in the air like a shroud.

"The price of their actions... the Qi King Manor wouldn't be able to afford it?" he mused, his words resonating with a self-assured confidence that seemed to challenge the very foundations of power.

This assertion hung heavy in the air, laden with audacity. The Qi King Manor, a formidable force within the Evergreen Immortal Empire, was a behemoth among their peers. Their ranks boasted numerous immortal kings, each capable of singlehandedly exerting dominion over vast realms within the immortal realms. The notion that they would be unable to withstand the consequences of their actions, as implied by Qin Wentian, bordered on the audacious.

For the descendants of nobility gathered below, this moment was a revelation—a revelation that crystallized the true nature of the man whom Princess Qing'er had chosen to love. Unapologetically bold, his arrogance reached heights that seemed to defy the very heavens. His actions today were a testament to his fearlessness, his willingness to spare no effort, even daring to confront an Immortal Foundation expert when he himself was merely at the Celestial Phenomenon level. His audacious act of slashing Yang An's throat with a single sword strike only added to the legend of his terrifying character.

And now, standing unflinchingly before an immortal king from the Qi King Manor, he seemed anything but disadvantaged. In fact, he brazenly refuted the immortal king's words, a single sentence that would resound as a provocation against the entire Qi King Manor.

The assembled nobility, aware of their own limitations, could only watch in awe, recognizing that they could never muster the courage or spirit displayed by Qin Wentian.

The immortal king from the Qi King Manor regarded Qin Wentian with a piercing gaze that seemed to penetrate the very depths of his being. His voice, measured and laden with authority, finally broke the silence.

"Who are you, exactly?" he inquired, his tone probing. "From your words, are you implying that the individual who sent you to the City of Ancient Emperors wasn't merely an immortal king?"

Unfazed, Qin Wentian responded coolly, "As for my identity, it is of no concern to you. If you wish to ascertain it, you are welcome to conduct your own investigation." His words held a hint of indifference. The Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord was hardly an obscure figure; information about him could be found easily enough, especially in the Eastern Sage Thirteen Prefectures. Even among the ordinary populace, his name had resonated widely following his legendary battle with the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor.

However, the vast expanse of the immortal realms was an entirely different matter. The Evergreen Immortal Empire, though significant in its own right, did not encompass the entirety of the Eastern Sage Thirteen Prefectures. The reverberations of his actions there might have been colossal, but his fame had not yet reached this far-flung corner of the immortal realms. In this vast expanse, only the truly supreme figures, the immortal emperors, held the distinction of being known far and wide. For immortal kings, their numbers were so numerous that they simply blended into the multitude.

Mu Feng's voice sliced through the tension, his tone icy with disdain. "Are you deliberately trying to sow doubt in our minds?" he demanded.

Qin Wentian cast a disdainful gaze in Mu Feng's direction, his eyes brimming with biting mockery. "You think I'm cut from the same cloth as all of you? Mere, useless nobility, clinging to your social statuses and relying on your elders. What skills do you possess aside from that? Let me make one thing abundantly clear—I've slain not only descendants of nobility but also personal disciples and offspring of immortal emperors. Had this occurred outside these walls, you'd all be but corpses by now. Take this lesson to heart, or prepare to meet an early demise. Farewell."

With his parting words, Qin Wentian turned and strode away, his faithful companion, Little Rascal, following closely at his side. Together, they soared through the air, leaving the imposing grounds of the Qi King Manor behind.

"Uncle, are we really going to let him walk away unscathed?" Crown Prince Yang An's face contorted with frustration as he voiced his discontent.

"You wish to kill him? By all means, go ahead," the nearby immortal king replied with a cold, unyielding stare that left Yang An momentarily paralyzed. The immortal king continued, his tone dripping with scorn, "You, an Immortal Foundation expert, failed to eliminate a Celestial Phenomenon cultivator? What grounds do you have to compel him to stay? Do you expect us immortal kings to step in and do your dirty work? Spare me, for I still retain a semblance of dignity."

With a disdainful flick of his robes, the immortal king departed, leaving Yang An seething with impotent rage.

"ARGH!" Yang An's furious cry echoed through the air as he watched Qin Wentian's retreating figure. A maelstrom of shame, anger, and resentment churned within him. From this day forth, he would no longer be remembered as the illustrious #5 ranked figure on the Immortal Ascension Rankings. Instead, he would forever be defined by this ignominious battle, an Immortal Foundation expert nearly felled by a Celestial Phenomenon cultivator. The humiliation of that single, piercing sword strike would haunt him until the end of his days.

"If you seek revenge, then commit yourself to diligent cultivation," a voice of reason drifted to Yang An's ears. The young prince clenched his fists, and the onlookers held their tongues. They knew the immortal king had orchestrated this incident to awaken Yang An from the nightmare of his heart demon. It was a crossroads: either he would remain trapped, unable to advance, or he would channel his fury into unrelenting growth. Today had served as a harsh awakening for Yang An, and for all who had witnessed it, a stark lesson in the unforgiving world of the immortal realms.

Descendants of nobility, with their Immortal Foundation experts and grandiose backgrounds, had been utterly humiliated by a lone man. Qin Wentian, a solitary figure, had wreaked havoc, turning their world upside down and leaving them reeling with wounded pride.

This grand banquet had transformed them into mere foils to Qin Wentian's brilliance, a living testament to Qing'er's impeccable judgment.

Why had Princess Qing'er not chosen a scion of a king or marquis? Why had she, with indifference, dismissed the crown prince of the Qi King Manor, instead favoring Qin Wentian's presence at the royal palace? The answer was singular—Qin Wentian eclipsed them all in his extraordinary splendor.

Their original plan had been to humiliate Qin Wentian, to drive him away when he realized the futility of pursuing Qing'er. But reality had twisted their intentions. The events of today would leave an indelible mark on their hearts.

Of course, Qin Wentian paid no heed to their wounded pride. He held Little Rascal close, embarking for Princess Changping's estate.

Princess Changping and her husband eagerly awaited his return, their eyes twinkling with delight as they greeted him.

"Remarkable. It seems Qing'er's judgment was spot on," Princess Changping praised, her smile warm. Clearly, she was privy to the events that had unfolded earlier. Indeed, many experts in the royal palace had witnessed the spectacle using their immortal senses.

"I'm certain this battle has silenced a multitude of critics. Those who deemed you unworthy should now consider their descendants unworthy of pursuing Princess Qing'er," the Scarlet Eye Marquis chimed in. Today had expanded his horizons. Typically, immortal kings like him paid little attention to matters of the younger generation and were indifferent to their squabbles.

Yet the Qin Wentian and Qing'er incident had created shockwaves throughout the royal palace, drawing the gaze of numerous observers. Who could have predicted that Qin Wentian would deliver such a captivating performance, a rare feat that enthralled even immortals while they watched the young combatants.

"Marquis, your words are too kind," Qin Wentian responded modestly. Qing'er joined him, her eyes locked on him as she inquired, "Are you all right?"

"Yes," Qin Wentian affirmed. "But Little Rascal sustained an injury. That fellow Yang An dared to attack him."

Little Rascal extended its neck, playfully pouting at Qing'er. "Just a minor scrape, nothing to worry about."

Qing'er gently stroked Little Rascal's plump fur, her eyes filled with curiosity. Princess Changping couldn't help but express her amazement, "What kind of demonic beast is this little fellow? It looks harmless, yet it's surprisingly powerful."

Qin Wentian shrugged, wearing a bemused expression. "Who knows?"

"We won't keep you two any longer," Princess Changping said with a warm smile. "After all that's happened, I hope you can finally enjoy some peace and quiet." With that, she and the Scarlet Eye Marquis took their leave, leaving Qing'er and Qin Wentian alone in their courtyard.

Within the royal palace, a tempest of commotion raged. Kings and marquises launched investigations into Qin Wentian's background. He claimed to have killed disciples and descendants of immortal emperors. Could such a bold assertion possibly be true? Who exactly was Qin Wentian?

Opinions within the royal palace began to shift in Qin Wentian's favor. Yang An's disgraceful behavior had brought shame upon the Qi King Manor, and it was becoming evident why Princess Qing'er had chosen Qin Wentian. When compared to him, these descendants of nobility paled in comparison.

The shame of their previous actions weighed heavily on those who had targeted Qin Wentian.

Days later, the royal palace buzzed with information about Qin Wentian. His background was quickly uncovered, revealing a life marked by remarkable events in the immortal realms.

Whispers of Qin Wentian's name filled the corridors of the royal palace.

It turned out that Qin Wentian's audacity was not confined to the Qi King Manor. In the past, during the hundred-year immortal banquet recruitment event of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, he had defeated all opponents and earned the coveted #1 ranking. Astonishingly, he and his junior apprentice brother had rejected the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor's offer to take them as disciples, publicly humiliating him.

It was revealed that Qin Wentian had an immortal emperor supporting him all along. The Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord had intervened during the immortal banquet, challenging the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor and demanding control over six of the thirteen prefectures.

But there was more. Rumors circulated that in the City of Ancient Emperors, Qin Wentian had slain Que Tianyi, the personal disciple of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor and a descendant of the Scarce Moon Immortal King. He had also defeated Xuan Xing, the son of the Xuan Emperor, and vanquished Zi Daoyang, the former #1 ranker and son of the Violet Emperor.

Qin Wentian's accomplishments shone like a radiant star, eclipsing any descendant of nobility in any immortal empire. Just as he had boldly declared at the Qi King Manor's banquet, these individuals vastly overestimated their importance. In the outside world, Qin Wentian would have had no qualms about dealing with them.

Upon receiving the news, Yang An and Mu Feng found themselves engulfed in a whirlpool of shame and resentment. Those who had targeted Qin Wentian at the banquet felt so humiliated that they dared not show their faces. What right did they have to insult and belittle him?

What significance did the descendants of nobility hold, anyway?

"Although His Majesty hasn't explicitly agreed to let Qin Wentian stay in Princess Qing'er's estate, he also hasn't voiced his disapproval of Princess Qing'er and Qin Wentian residing in Princess Changping's residence. Could it be that His Majesty is still considering?" Speculations about the Evergreen Immortal Emperor's intentions ran wild. Perhaps the Emperor was biding his time. In the future, when Qin Wentian became stronger, he might consent to Qin Wentian pursuing Qing'er.

"So, Qin Wentian actually has the potential to become the prince consort. We mustn't offend him." Several kings and marquises were beginning to realize this. Not all nobles were against him; at the banquet held at the Qi King Manor, only a portion of them had opposed him.

Furthermore, the quarrels among the younger generation didn't necessarily reflect the attitudes of the kings and marquises. To these leaders, Qin Wentian's cultivation base remained relatively low, and there was no immediate need for them to engage with him.

In the library of Princess Changping's estate, Qin Wentian and Qing'er pored over ancient books and scrolls. They sought to glean insights from the experiences of senior cultivators who had established their Immortal Foundations, aiming to bolster their own knowledge. This would boost their confidence as they pursued their Immortal Foundations.

Qing'er was engaged in the same pursuit as Qin Wentian. She, too, was preparing for her breakthrough. In fact, she had spent even longer at the peak of the ninth level of Celestial Phenomenon, resulting in a more stable cultivation base.

"Big Sister Qing'er, Big Brother Wentian!" A melodious voice echoed through the library, and a beautiful figure entered.

"Ling'er." Qin Wentian acknowledged the newcomer with a nod. Ling'er, at the tender age of 15, was quick-witted and had a cheerful disposition. She happened to be the youngest daughter of Princess Changping.

"Big Brother Qin, this is what you asked for. Mother wanted me to give it to you." Ling'er presented an interspatial ring to Qin Wentian.

Gratefully, Qin Wentian accepted it and smiled. "Ling'er, please thank your mother for me."

"All these were exchanged fairly by you with immortal-ranked weapons; there's no need for any thanks, Big Brother Qin. You requested all these, are you preparing to establish your Immortal Foundation? Given how awesome you are, you would be sure to succeed in a single try," Ling'er said, her voice tinged with admiration and curiosity.

"I hope so too," Qin Wentian replied with a glance at Qing'er. He overheard Qing'er speaking in a hushed tone, "Are you preparing for closed-door seclusion?"

"Mhm. I have no idea how long it would take for me to break through to Immortal Foundation. And if I succeed, the time of my seclusion would probably last even longer. How about you, Qing'er?"

"If you enter closed-door seclusion, I will do the same as well," Qing'er murmured softly. Qin Wentian smiled, nodding in agreement. Now that the royal palace had quieted down, nobody would stir up trouble for him anymore. In that case, he might as well attempt to break through here in the royal palace of the Evergreen Immortal Empire!