Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 78: Resolutely Refusing to Be the Supreme Elder!

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Resolutely Refusing to Be the Supreme Elder!

In the evening, the bald old man left.

And Qin Zi was excited.

"Dad, I have long heard that the Royal Family has an extremely precious Spirit Pool. It’s said that bathing in it once can directly enhance two or three small realms without any side effects. It’s simply defying the heavens!"

His face flushed, his whole body trembled.

"Calm down."

Qin Chuan put down the teacup in his right hand, then calmly used his left hand to wipe away the tea spilled on his right hand by his cheap son.

"Cough, cough, don’t move, let me wipe it, let me wipe it."

Qin Zi coughed dryly, put down the teapot, and then, embarrassed, squatted down to wipe his father’s hand.

Qin Chuan did not refuse either, a cheap son was a free servant, no need to waste it.

Thinking of that bald old man, he felt a bit sentimental.

This world seemed to be not quite as he imagined. These true powerhouses didn’t seem foolish...

That being the case, it increased the difficulty of his work.

Strong individuals of the Saint Realm possess such bearing and cultivation; then wouldn’t the Realm Emperor or Martial Emperor be calm as still water?

Or even attain complete detachment?!

If that’s the case, if his cheap son points at someone’s nose and curses for a long time, and they have no emotional reaction, then things become difficult...

The worst-case scenario is that they have no emotional reaction and just casually squash his son like a fly, which would be even worse.

After all, the system is set such that his power increases only if the other party harbors killing intent against his cheap son.

And if the other party has no killing intent, just casually dismisses him, or unintentionally has a minor ripple that kills the cheap son... would be a wasted death?

"So, it’s necessary to enhance the strength of my cheap son as quickly as possible!" he thought silently to himself.

In fact, he also discovered a pattern.

That is, a person’s tolerance is not static but varies from person to person.

For instance, a strong individual in the Saint Realm, if insulted by someone of the same level, might get angry.

However, if insulted by an ant, there would be no emotional fluctuations, just a casual stomp to kill...

In other words, people only hold grudges or fuss over those of the same level or slightly different from them, but with too much of a gap, there’s no emotional fluctuation.

It’s like if someone is slightly better than you, you’d feel jealous, but if they’re much better, you feel nothing.

You’d envy a classmate doing better than you, but you wouldn’t envy Jack Ma; you’d just comment in the barrage—That’s exactly my father!

"There are three days left. Prepare yourself, and let your mentor prepare too. We’ll go to the Imperial Capital in three days."

Qin Chuan said to Qin Zi.

"Got it!"

At this moment, Qin Zi, like a skilled sycophant, was very obedient and quickly returned to his room.

And not long after, an aged voice came from outside.

"Elder Qin Chuan, could you come out for a chat?" freēnovelkiss.com

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan stood up and went out.

At the edge of the cliff outside the palace.

The sunset had gradually faded into a purple-black color, and an elderly man in a blue robe stood there blowing in the evening wind.

It was Zhao Fulong.

"Supreme Elder."

Qin Chuan called out.

"Brother Qin Chuan, previously, I was short-sighted and wronged you by making you an elder of our Seven Martial Sect. It’s really a grievance to you."

Zhao Fulong turned around, smiled bitterly and asked, "I’d like to ask you... would you be willing to become a Supreme Elder of the Seven Martial Sect?"

Qin Chuan calmly shook his head: "I’m just an Honorary Elder of the Seven Martial Sect. As I’ve said before, this is just a temporary stop for me; I won’t always stay at the Seven Martial Sect."

"Ah, just as expected."

Zhao Fulong sighed, "I knew someone like you wouldn’t stay in such a small place."

Qin Chuan thought of some past events and asked, "You shouldn’t be from the Nine Suns Dynasty, right?"

"Heh, you saw through me."

Zhao Fulong laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I am indeed not from the Nine Suns Dynasty. I come from the Eastern Domain. However, for more than a hundred years, I’ve long considered the Seven Martial Sect my home."

"After all, I grew up here, got married, my son was born here, and my grandson was also born here. As for the place where I was born... I hardly remember it."

Qin Chuan pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you still obey that family now? I mean the Zhao Family."

"Hehe, my family... does not have Zhao as the surname."

Zhao Fulong’s face was filled with more self-deprecation, then he showed an apologetic look to Qin Chuan and said, "I can’t talk about family matters, or it’ll bring great disaster. Please understand."

"Okay."

Qin Chuan nodded and did not press further, as it didn’t really concern him.

He was just curious and asked casually.

"Then let it be."

After a while, Zhao Fulong smiled and said, "At this point, whether you become a Supreme Elder or not doesn’t really make a difference, because in the eyes of the sect members, your status is already no less than that of a Supreme Elder."

Qin Chuan smiled without saying a word.

Indeed.

When your strength is evident, even without a halo, people will naturally respect you.

This is a universally accepted rationale.

The strong are revered.

This is true in any world.

However, being a Supreme Elder is something he truly doesn’t want to do!

Because a Supreme Elder is not only an honorary title but also a responsibility, requiring accountability for the entire sect.

According to the usual routines, once he takes up the major responsibility of the Seven Martial Sect, this formerly airtight house will immediately start leaking and raining, trouble, enemies, and whatnot will follow one after another...

Eventually, he would be solving sect enemies, providing resources, teaching sect disciples, wiping the butts of juniors; it’d be as if he became a babysitter... carrying his own provisions!

Why bother?

There’s no need!

So, he was very clear-headed.

Of course, if the Seven Martial Sect encounters trouble in the future, he is willing to lend a hand as long as the cost is not high.

"Brother Qin Chuan, actually..."

At this moment, Zhao Fulong seemed to think of something suddenly but then swallowed it back.

"What else?" Qin Chuan asked.

"Oh, it’s like this, the sect actually has an Ancestral Master’s Treasure Vault, left by the Ancestral Master. I think Qin Zi can go in and select two treasures, as a token of the sect’s appreciation."

Zhao Fulong said with a dry laugh.

His heart pounded, a bit scared as he almost revealed the matter of the Great Calamity Pill.

He was about to confess but then thought, isn’t confessing about such matters seeking death?

Now, he has plenty of reason to believe that this young man, who was treated with courtesy by the Royal Family’s ancestors, has the ability to kill him.

He was actually a bit regretful.

He didn’t know Qin Chuan’s identity at the time, thinking Qin Zi was just a kid without a background, and controlling him was no big deal.

After all, it’s survival of the fittest.

But now, he’s shocked to find out that he was merely holding back before; once he revealed his cards, he was much more formidable!

"The Supreme Elder is considerate."

Qin Chuan nodded with a smile.

He didn’t know what had happened. Although he could see the old man was a bit guilty as if he did something shameful and now wanted to make it up to Qin Zi.

But he knew it wasn’t a big deal.

After all, Qin Zi had a knowledgeable mentor by his side, who must have already resolved any hidden dangers.

Time flew by, and three days passed.

Qin Chuan took Qin Zi and arrived once again at the majestic Imperial Capital, and this time, went directly into the Imperial City!

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