Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

Not long after, Shui Qinghan climbed out of the pit.

After all, he had only pretended to go out to relieve himself, so he couldn't stay outside too long, lest his roommates grew suspicious.

Qin Chuan, on the other hand, didn't make any rash moves. He decided to first figure out the identity of the old man in the pit.

He had a feeling this old guy wasn't someone good, and most of what he said was probably meant to deceive.

"I remember there's an old book in the library that records the history of the Seven Martial Sect. Let's see if I can dig up anything," he thought, recalling a book he had casually come across in the library before.

Back then, he hadn't been interested. Why waste time on the history of a mere Seven Martial Sect? He wasn't going to be tested on it.

To him, the Seven Martial Sect was merely an elementary school, and there was no point in wasting time learning about its founding history when he was on the verge of "graduation."

But now, there was a reason to delve into it.

He wanted to know if there had been any deviant figures in the history of the Seven Martial Sect.

It didn't take long for him to find the old book titled Secret History of the Seven Martial Sect.

He quickly flipped through it, and sure enough, he found something.

"The disciple of the Sixth Patriarch fell into demonic ways, causing widespread havoc until the Sixth Patriarch himself intervened to quell the chaos."

That was all it said.

But Qin Chuan was almost certain that this was the key.

The phrase "quell the chaos" was a subtle way of saying that the demonic disciple had been subdued. As for what happened afterward, it was left unsaid.

Usually, such vague statements were meant to cover up something shameful. It seemed likely that the Sixth Patriarch hadn't killed this traitorous disciple but had imprisoned him instead.

"If that's the case, then the old man in the pit is likely this demonic disciple."

Qin Chuan stroked his chin, thinking, "Since this old guy is a demon, he's probably not genuinely helping Shui Qinghan but fattening him up for the kill."

"If he's up to no good, then I don't need to hold back. Time to unleash Qin Zi."

With that thought, he closed the book and slipped it back between two other volumes, concealing it in the shadows of the library.

...

"Dad, why did you bring me here?" Qin Zi asked as he stood on the edge of the pit, peering down into the darkness below.

"There's a demon trapped down there. Are you brave enough to go down and mess with him?" Qin Chuan asked with a smile.

"What?!"

Qin Zi recoiled slightly, recalling the old man who had nearly possessed him with black energy. He felt a bit of fear.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow.

"Uh… Of course not! With you here, what do I have to be afraid of? Besides, you wouldn't let anything happen to me!" Qin Zi quickly responded.

His words were both an expression of trust in his father and an attempt to bolster his own courage.

He knew he couldn't refuse this task, and if he showed hesitation, it would only disappoint his father.

Moreover, he understood that his father was doing this purely to toughen him up—a well-intentioned challenge.

"Good."

Qin Chuan nodded in satisfaction, patting his son on the head. "Your only task is to humiliate him, insult him, provoke him, even urinate on him if you like."

"Don't feel guilty; this is a demon who has caused untold suffering."

"Dad, don't worry! I remember all your teachings," Qin Zi assured, thumping his chest.

His father had previously taught him that to overcome fear, one must face it head-on, even challenge it!

"I'm going down."

Qin Zi took a deep breath, his body glowing with a golden light as he slowly descended into the pit.

Qin Chuan remained above, using his soul force to silently monitor the situation below, ready to rescue his son if things went south...

Before long.

A roar of rage and humiliation echoed from below.

"Ah—!"

The roar was filled with disbelief, confusion, and the collapse of dignity.

"Ding! Your son has provoked a demon at the sixth level of the Tongtian Realm. Following the principle that a father's love is as steadfast as a mountain and that a father must always win, your cultivation has been raised to the fourth level of the Tongtian Realm, undefeated within the same realm."

"Ding! Since your cultivation has not reached the same level as your enemy, the system compensates you with a divine ability—Indestructible Golden Bell!"

Boom—

At that moment, a terrifying wave of soul force erupted from the pit, releasing a destructive power.

But in an instant, Qin Chuan's concealed soul force materialized, shielding Qin Zi.

His true form also instantly appeared at the bottom of the pit, standing protectively in front of Qin Zi.

Looking ahead.

He saw the old man, chained to the walls, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot, driven to madness.

"Die! Die!!"

The old man roared, his soul force surging like a storm, wreaking havoc in the confined space.

Qin Chuan immediately used the newly acquired divine ability—Indestructible Golden Bell—to shield himself and his son.

Under the golden bell's protection, the old man's attacks were completely blocked. No matter how fierce the storm outside, within the bell, all was calm.

Moreover, Qin Chuan extended his soul force to seal off the pit's entrance, preventing any disturbances from escaping.

"What did you do?" Qin Chuan asked, surprised as he glanced at his son. He hadn't expected his son to be so adept.

It wasn't easy to enrage a demon at the Tongtian Realm level, let alone drive them to madness.

"Heh, this old guy had it coming."

Qin Zi grinned. "When I first got down here, he tried to trick me, telling me a story about how he was once a patriarch of the sect, betrayed by a disciple and imprisoned here. He made it sound so convincing."

"Luckily, I knew the truth, or I might have fallen for it."

"Seeing how good he was at spinning tales, I played along. I made up a story about how I was betrayed by a junior sister and fell from grace."

"Then he tried to take me as his disciple, and I pretended to agree."

"Just as he was waiting for me to kneel and acknowledge him, with a smug smile starting to form… I urinated right in his face!"

"The old guy was stunned."

"I asked him how it tasted, then continued to mock him, breaking down his pathetic scheme bit by bit, making him realize the harsh truth—that he was the real fool!"

Qin Chuan was stunned.

What…

This was both a physical and psychological blow!

When did his son learn such advanced techniques? Could this be what they call… a natural talent?

"Ahhh!!"

The old man, having vented enough, began to calm down. The surging soul force also gradually subsided.

He gasped for breath, his eyes glaring like a tiger's as he stared at Qin Chuan and his son. "Who… who are you?!" he demanded.

"Who am I? Someone like you isn't qualified to know," Qin Chuan replied coldly, looking down on the old man with disdain.

"Heh heh, ignorant brat! You dare act so arrogantly at the mere fourth level of the Tongtian Realm? Truly ignorant and fearless!"

The old man sneered. "If I were at my peak, I could crush countless insects like you with a single step!"

Qin Chuan's eyes lit up!!

He looked at the old man with interest, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so? Then let me give you a chance to recover your peak strength and see if you can lose with grace."

"What?!"

The old man's head shot up, his face filled with shock.