Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 67: Eldest Prince Yang Qitian!

The conversation between Qin Chuan and South King Yang Tu gradually drew the attention of many people, and even stirred up a great storm in secret!

Those who heard it initially were utterly shocked but dared not speak out due to concerns over South King’s dignity.

Therefore, they could only silently pat the shoulder of the companion next to them and let their neighbor see what was being said here.

Thus, everyone patted each other’s shoulder in succession, and gradually, everyone noticed the oddity of the situation here...

My goodness!

The South King actually called Elder Qin Chuan ’Uncle’; this is insanity! Elder Qin Chuan looks younger than the South King.

The crowd was shocked beyond words.

However, no one said a word; everyone remained tacitly silent, going about their business as if knowing nothing had happened...

Those who could participate in this Spring Thunder Gathering were not ordinary people; naturally, they understood what was meant by "the audience’s self-discipline," excelling in social proprieties like a well-oiled machine.

Yet, through this incident, many who didn’t know Qin Chuan quickly got to know him.

They all had a thought in their hearts—this person is not simple!

"The Eldest Prince has arrived!!"

At this moment, a voice resembling a drake’s called out, followed by the rumbling sound of thunder in the sky.

"Boom! Boom!"

The crowd looked up to see three arrogant white horses entwined with lightning, pulling a majestic chariot through the air. The hooves struck the void, emitting intense lightning, illuminating all directions!

And on the chariot stood a young man in a four-clawed golden dragon robe, standing with his hands behind his back, surveying those below.

On the left side of the youth was an elderly eunuch in a bright red python robe, colloquially known as Mongoose Temple, and on the right was a maid holding a long sword.

Behind him stood three robust middle-aged men, like four towering mountains, unfathomable.

"I, Liu Qingshan, on behalf of all in Wind and Thunder Valley, welcome the Eldest Prince! Eldest Prince, this way please."

The Grand Elder of Wind and Thunder Valley rose into the air, bowed to the youth on the chariot, and politely said.

He was not bowing to the Eldest Prince but to the Royal Family! In this Nine Suns Dynasty, the Royal Family ultimately revered.

"Hmm."

The Eldest Prince, Yang Qitian, nodded slightly. His gaze swept indifferently over the crowd below, then landed with a few attendants.

Soon, under the guidance of the high-levels of Wind and Thunder Valley, everyone arrived at the square where the Spring Thunder Fruit Tree grew.

The spacious square was made of countless stones two meters long and one meter wide, laid in circles upon circles, looking like countless concentric circles nested together.

And the center of these countless concentric circles was a massive tree whose canopy covered a radius of a hundred meters.

This tree was lush green, with many silver-white fruits hanging from it. As the breeze blew through the tree, the fruits clashed against each other, producing a chime-like crisp sound, and emitted flashes of lightning!

This is the Spring Thunder Fruit Tree!

"Elder Qin Chuan, this way please."

The Elder from Wind and Thunder Valley who attended to Qin Chuan led him to a nearby pavilion and said as they walked, "Let the young ones communicate among themselves, we elders should simply observe."

"Alright."

Qin Chuan nodded with a smile.

He found that not only himself, but other sects or family elder powerhouses were also invited to the pavilions surrounding Spring Thunder Square.

These pavilions varied in height, with elegant landscapes; some even built on artificial hills, offering a very broad view.

On the square, a large number of yellow meditation cushions were placed in dense formations, naturally for the young people to sit on.

These young talents from across the dynasty sat on the cushions, forming a circle around the Spring Thunder Fruit Tree.

"Everyone present is the elite of the younger generation of the Nine Suns Dynasty, and gathering in Wind and Thunder Valley today gives us great honor, for which this old man would first express his gratitude."

An elder stood under the tree and said with a smile, "Therefore, everyone present here today will receive a Spring Thunder Fruit."

Wow!

With that, he waved his right hand, and several thousand silver-white fruits appeared as if from nowhere, scattering in all directions.

"Ding ding ding!"

"Ding ding ding!"

Some fruits collided in the air, immediately producing a crisp and melodious sound like clashing ceramics, with flashes of lightning.

Under the pull of Divine Soul Power, these Spring Thunder Fruits accurately landed and hovered before everyone.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, Elder Xu!"

"Wind and Thunder Valley is so generous."

Everyone thanked each other with smiles, then carefully collected the fruits in front of them, greatly increasing their goodwill towards Wind and Thunder Valley.

Following this, the elder continued, "Although the Spring Thunder Fruit is not considered a rare item, its quantity is limited, and we at Wind and Thunder Valley can only give one to each person."

"If everyone wants more Spring Thunder Fruits, they can only obtain them through competitions."

He paused and said, "This competition is divided into two stages, the first being a philosophical debate."

"The so-called philosophical debate is where everyone speaks freely, sharing their insights on the path of Martial Dao to inspire others. The ten people who offer the most enlightenment to others will be rewarded."

"As for how to select these ten people, I believe all present are transparent in mind and won’t deceive themselves."

"Now... let the debate begin!"

After the elder finished speaking, he floated away from Spring Thunder Square, leaving all the space to the young ones.

Immediately, the square became silent.

Thousands of young people sat in a circle around the Spring Thunder Tree, exchanging glances with each other, but no one spoke for a long time.

"Let me go first."

Finally, someone stood up, cupped his hands to the crowd, and said, "I am Huang Silang, and will share some humble opinions."

"I believe that the most important thing in cultivation is cultivating the heart. A strong Dao heart can cross the sea of suffering and ultimately reach the peak, like the Seven-Night Martial Emperor of old, with a Dao heart as steadfast as a rock..."

The person spoke at length and passionately.

But once he finished, there was no applause; those around almost fell asleep, and some even smirked knowingly and leaned back tactically.

Although they didn’t know the term "chicken soup for the soul," they all scoffed at the talk of Dao heart, the main issue being—you talk beautifully, but the problem is... how exactly do you do it?

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Then saying it equals saying nothing!

And Huang Silang finally broke the ice; subsequently, others began to speak enthusiastically.

Eventually, it turned into a debate!

Some had barely spoken a few sentences before being rebutted by the crowd, retreating flushed, while others stood in the center with vigor, debating all comers, their words often provoking deep thought...

As the debate grew fiercer, the originally orderly formation started to become chaotic due to the constant arising and falling of participants, coming forward to debate, while others retreated to their seats.

Many returned to find their seats occupied by others, so they simply sat elsewhere.

Thus, it became a complete mess, with constant movement, everyone sitting haphazardly.

Anyway, all the cushions were the same.

Those who expressed their views and debated fiercely may not have been the most exceptional talents.

Because truly confident and proud people scorn entering the fray. They watch silently, snubbing others’ opinions but too lazy to refute anything, content to simply be observers.

For instance, the Eldest Prince Yang Qitian.

For instance, Qin Zi.

For instance, some hidden prodigies...

"I, Liu Rushuang, pay respects to the Eldest Prince."

At this time, a young girl in a white dress with a clear appearance came before the Eldest Prince and respectfully bowed.

Yang Qitian looked up to find the girl’s eyes filled with unconcealed admiration and shyness, instantly losing interest.

He always disdained women who threw themselves at him, finding those who ignored him more intriguing...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced not far away at another girl, who sat quietly on a cushion, listening intently to the debate, seemingly intent on capturing every useful tidbit.

Very diligent, yet somewhat clumsy.

"Hmm?"

Liu Rushuang followed Yang Qitian’s gaze and also saw the girl from the Seven Martial Sects, her brows slightly furrowing.

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