Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 65: The Elder Riding a Panda

After returning to the sect, Qin Chuan did not immediately go to the Heaven Pit Sect to help that old demon recover his cultivation, but instead continued reading books.

He planned to wait until Shui Qinghan, that kid, extracted a few more benefits from the old demon, after all, that was the brother of his future daughter-in-law.

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No matter what plans this old demon had, at least if he wanted to fool people, he needed to pay the price, and Shui Qinghan indeed gained some benefits.

This old demon was fishing.

And Shui Qinghan was biting the bait.

As for whether Shui Qinghan would get hooked after biting the bait, it would depend on how clever that kid was.

He gave this kid an opportunity to grow, but it didn’t mean he would protect him at all costs.

He wasn’t that enthusiastic.

As the saying goes, a master leads you through the door, but cultivation depends on the individual; if he ends up playing himself to death, he can’t blame anyone else.

Soon, another month went by.

And on this day, a golden invitation came from the Wind and Thunder Valley, one of the six major sects of the empire.

It was said that the Spring Thunder Fruit Tree in Wind and Thunder Valley, which had stood for three thousand years and bore fruit once a century, had once again ripened, and Wind and Thunder Valley invited all the geniuses of the empire to the Spring Wind Thunder Valley to join the Spring Thunder Gathering.

This was actually another form of probe, just wanting to see the overall strength of the young generation of the Nine Sun Dynasty.

This invitation, although there was no limit to the number of people, in principle, any disciple of the Seven Martial Sect who wanted to go could do so.

However, only Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou were specifically named, so the Seven Martial Sect was embarrassed to send more disciples.

The Seven Martial Sect still had their pride.

Isn’t it just a few Spring Thunder Fruits, what’s so special about that? Our illustrious Seven Martial Sect doesn’t need to stoop to get a few more fruits!

Thus, after discussing among the sect’s leadership, it was decided that Qin Chuan would lead the team, taking Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou to Wind and Thunder Valley.

With ongoing interactions, the elders of the Seven Martial Sect gradually realized that Elder Qin Chuan had quite remarkable strength; perhaps even Grand Elder Jia Tianhe was not necessarily his match...

This is a world where the strong are respected.

Although Qin Chuan didn’t deliberately do anything, everyone had their own scales to weigh, so his status gradually rose.

The status brought by strength is incomparable to any position; it’s an innate majesty that commands respect.

The sky was clear and the wind gentle.

The white clouds accumulated like cotton.

And amidst the clouds, a majestic roc was soaring, moving swiftly, traversing three thousand miles, ascending to ninety thousand miles in the sky.

On the back of the roc stood three figures.

Qin Chuan was at the front, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing ahead indifferently, his white robes fluttering, exuding an aura of superiority over the world.

Behind him, Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou stood somewhat restrained, their heads slightly turned, their faces tinged with red.

It was obvious that these two had already developed feelings for each other, and facing each other like this, under Qin Chuan’s gaze, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of indescribable shyness.

"Spring has arrived, all is revived, the air is filled with the scent of hormones, it’s the season of..."

A deep, magnetic elderly voice suddenly resounded in Qin Chuan’s mind, causing him to shake his head and smile.

These two youngsters are indeed a match made in heaven; when destiny calls, it truly cannot be stopped.

Just not sure if this kid will be a philanderer, after all, many destined princes are stallions.

Their romantic luck is too overwhelming.

Unstoppable.

"Look, what is that!"

Suddenly, Qin Zi shouted, and Qin Chuan turned his head to look in the direction Qin Zi was pointing.

At this sight, he was stunned.

He saw a black dot moving slowly on the ground, and with the sweep of Divine Soul Power, it became clearer.

It was evidently a panda, over two meters tall, carrying a drunken old man hugging a large orange-gold gourd on its back!

The panda wobbled slowly, listlessly, as if it might lie down and fall asleep at any moment.

The red-faced, slightly chubby white-haired old man was grinning foolishly as he drank: "Good wine, good wine..."

Qin Chuan used Divine Soul Power to detect that this old man seemed ordinary, with no energy fluctuations inside or out.

But this often was the most terrifying!

"What a huge bird..."

The old man seemed to sense Qin Chuan’s spying, drunk he lifted his head, muttered a sentence, then continued drinking from his gourd.

Qin Chuan felt the need to go down for a look.

Encountering such a strange person, not saying hello left his heart itching, especially since he was riding a panda!

"Descend."

Qin Chuan instructed the roc, and immediately, it spiraled downwards, landing in front of the panda.

"Swoosh!"

The roc’s landing caused a gust that made the panda’s black and white fur dance, resembling the mane of a wild horse.

And now, it was clear to see the panda had two snow-white eyebrows, floating back like dragon whiskers, and the two restless black ears were swaying in the wind.

The wind made it squint, so it shrunk its neck, turned its head, as if to say—Too windy!

"Young man, you... hiccup... need something?"

The chubby old man on the panda’s back hiccuped, showing a goofy smile, matching the style of his mount.

"Old man’s mount is rare, what kind of exotic beast is it?"

Qin Chuan asked with a smile.

"Oh, this lazy creature is called Gun Gun, said to be... the legendary Iron-Eating Beast." The old man self-deprecatingly chuckled.

"Old man is lucky."

Qin Chuan said with a smile.

"Heh heh, yes, I must have accumulated eight lifetimes of blessings to get such a perfect mount!!"

The old man seemed to recall some unpleasant past, nodded bitterly, his smile more painful than crying.

Qin Chuan remained expressionless, continuing to ask: "I am Elder Qin Chuan of Seven Martial Sect, may I know how to address you, old man?"

"Me... hehe, just a nobody, no need to say."

The old man chuckled self-deprecatingly, then looked carefully at Qin Zi and Shui Qingrou behind Qin Chuan, saying with a smile: "These two kids are not bad, teach them well, and they may achieve great things."

"Old man overpraises."

Qin Chuan politely replied, then said: "We are headed to Wind and Thunder Valley for an event, would you care to join us, old man?"

"Ha ha ha, matters for you young people, I as an old man won’t meddle. Gun Gun moves slowly, we these two homeless dogs roam where we may, one day when we can no longer move, we’ll just lay down."

"Young man, see you if fate allows."

The old man waved to Qin Chuan and then slowly rode the panda away; his figure, slightly clumsy yet somewhat forlorn...

"Dad, this old man looks quite formidable."

Qin Zi said thoughtfully.

"Formidable or not, what does it matter?"

Qin Chuan smiled mysteriously; though he hadn’t figured out much, he would never show it.

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