Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

Fenglei Valley.

As one of the six major sects of the Jiuyang Kingdom, its reputation was formidable, and its entrance was nothing short of extraordinary.

"Rumble!"

Two towering peaks stood like giants at the entrance to Fenglei Valley, and between the mountain tops, clouds gathered perpetually, with flashes of lightning illuminating the scene—truly a remarkable sight.

It was said that this phenomenon was caused by the unique terrain.

The special terrain created a unique magnetic field, which could attract heavenly thunder, resulting in this spectacle.

At this moment, outside the mountain gate, hundreds of Fenglei Sect disciples stood in formation, lining the path to welcome their guests.

In the sky, figures continuously descended.

"Brother Ritian, long time no see!"

"Haha, Brother Liangchen, you actually came as well! Have you finally given up on your local status?"

"Hahaha, Brother Ritian, you jest."

"Hmm, isn't this Brother Kong? I heard you were researching the five variations of the Fennel Sword Technique in the mountains. You actually decided to come out today?"

"I... occasionally come out."

"Brother Fang, do you remember me?"

"You are..."

These people came from all over the kingdom—sect geniuses, heirs of noble families, and even rogue cultivators, all of whom were somewhat renowned.

The Jiuyang Kingdom was vast, and the talents of the Jiuyang Kingdom were not solely represented by the youths of the six major sects.

There were often monstrous prodigies who would emerge from nowhere, cause a storm in one place, and then suddenly disappear.

These people existed, and there were quite a few of them, lurking in the shadows, quietly growing stronger.

To them, accidentally revealing themselves was a mistake, an unintentional exposure…

"The tallest tree catches the wind!"

Many prodigies came from humble backgrounds, but they harbored great secrets. Fearing discovery, they dared not join a sect, choosing instead to develop quietly.

These people were not entirely unknown, nor could they just hide away in caves. They walked the world under other identities.

For example, there was once a "Han Old Demon" who, when introducing himself, would always say, "I am Li Feiyu from Huangfeng Valley, not worth mentioning!"

So, many seemingly mediocre talents might actually be world-class prodigies in disguise!!

These people would not miss any grand events, but they never sought the spotlight, always keeping a low profile.

Most of the time, they were content to watch the show or act as commentators. If a great opportunity happened to fall into their laps, they would quietly pick it up and leave without making a fuss…

"The Southern Hua Sword Sect has arrived!"

"The Northern Snow Sword Sect has arrived!"

"The Missing Sun Saber Sect has arrived!"

"The Blazing Sun Mountain has arrived!"

"The Western King's Manor has arrived!"

"The Southern King's Manor has arrived!"

"The Chu Family of the Imperial Capital has arrived!"

"The Bai Family of the Imperial Capital has arrived!"

…

Many powerful forces began to make their entrances, each one loudly announcing themselves.

Meanwhile, the roc carrying Qin Chuan and his two disciples landed outside the mountain gate of Fenglei Valley. However, Qin Chuan clearly had no intention of doing something so ostentatious.

He had the roc take to the skies again after landing, then led Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou inside.

When he presented his Seven Martial Sect elder's token, the reception immediately became much more respectful. One of Fenglei Valley's elders even came out personally to greet them, his face full of smiles.

"Hahaha, so it's Elder Qin Chuan! I've heard so much about you; it's an honor to finally meet you in person!"

The elder first enthusiastically shook Qin Chuan's hand, then exclaimed in surprise, "Huh… Why are there only three of you from the Seven Martial Sect? The other sects and families have brought quite a few people."

"You see, your invitation only mentioned these two disciples by name. How could we possibly bring more people?"

Qin Chuan joked.

"Ah?!"

The elder was taken aback, but then he understood and sighed with a smile, "Ah, that was our oversight! It was our mistake for not considering it carefully. It's just that these two young talents have such a reputation that our seniors in Fenglei Valley all wanted to meet them, so the invitation was a bit exclusive."

"I thought maybe your Spring Thunder Fruits were too few to go around, so you invited fewer people," Qin Chuan teased with a laugh.

"Ah, you've got us there… But honestly, the Spring Thunder Fruit Tree has been around for over three thousand years, and its canopy now covers a hundred meters in diameter. Each time it bears fruit, there are tens of thousands of Spring Thunder Fruits—nothing too rare."

The elder chuckled helplessly.

"Grandpa Qin Chuan!"

At that moment, a young girl's voice rang out. The group turned to see a noble-looking girl dressed in a green palace dress.

It was Princess Chu Yun!

Next to her stood a burly middle-aged man in a python robe. Though he typically exuded an air of authority, he now seemed uneasy, turning his head slightly as if he didn't want Qin Chuan to notice him.

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes when he saw this, then smiled and waved. "So it's Chu Yun! Come here."

Princess Chu Yun beamed as she walked over, dragging her father along with some effort.

The Southern King, Yang Tu, pretended to resist for a moment, then reluctantly approached Qin Chuan.

His face flushed, and he scratched his head, then his waist, looking extremely uncomfortable as he mumbled, "Um… I was a bit too impulsive last time. I… want to thank Qin Zi for saving Chu Yun."

"Hmm."

Qin Chuan responded coolly.

"Ahem, after I returned, I thought long and hard. My grandfather did indeed have such a close friend… It was my mistake to doubt you."

Yang Tu stiffened his neck as he spoke.

"Hmm."

Qin Chuan replied just as indifferently, showing no sign of goodwill. As he had said before, he had no intention of clinging to the Southern King's Manor.

"Um… Uncle, I was wrong to judge you harshly before. Please don't take it to heart."

Yang Tu looked as though he were struggling to force out his next words, his face turning red.

"You no longer think I'm after the wealth and status of your Southern King's Manor?" Qin Chuan asked, amused.

Yang Tu was even more ashamed, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "In front of you, the Southern King's Manor doesn't dare speak of wealth and status."

He now knew that Qin Chuan had registered three fifth-grade pill formulas and three sixth-grade pill formulas with the Alchemists' Association!

He was acutely aware of the immense financial power that represented. In just half a year, Qin Chuan could surpass the Southern King's Manor's thousand-year accumulation.

High-level pill formulas were just that terrifying!

Of course, his current visit wasn't about currying favor with Qin Chuan. The Southern King's Manor lacked for nothing and had no need to cozy up to anyone.

He simply believed in being clear about right and wrong.

This man had saved his daughter out of respect for his father's friendship, and he had nearly repaid that kindness with hostility. That wasn't right, so he felt he should make amends, at least to clear Qin Chuan's name.

If he called him uncle, then he was his uncle.

No denying it! "Hmm, I'm glad you've realized that. But what's past is past. Now that Yang Xiong is no longer with us, I don't see any need to maintain ties with your Southern King's Manor. Let's just leave things as they are," Qin Chuan said calmly.

"This…"

Southern King Yang Tu hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination. He spoke earnestly, "Uncle, I know my past actions have disappointed you."

"But… you and my father were close friends, and Qin Zi saved Chu Yun's life. The connection between our families is already there, and even if you don't acknowledge it, nothing can change that."

I've decided you're my uncle.

You can't deny it, no matter what!!