Chapter 250: Calling for Parents After Losing, Right?

Chapter 250: Calling for Parents After Losing, Right?

In the Celestial Palace, within an inn.

Chen Qiu, sitting cross-legged on the bed, was about to return to his secluded cultivation site, the Celestial Palace, marking the perfect end to his journey. After spending several days and nearly a million spirit stones, he had finally acquired the Heavenly Dao Entry Group "Great Nine".

The effect was quite good.

He was very satisfied.

It was just a bit expensive. This opportunity had fallen into the hands of someone else, and it felt like a waste. Not everyone could afford to gamble with a small fortune of spirit stones. If one was lucky, it would be fine, but if luck was not on their side, even a million spirit stones might not be enough.

Especially before knowing the effect of the Heavenly Dao Entry Group "Great Nine", one wouldn't even know what they were gambling for, as they had no idea what they could obtain.

For Chen Qiu, it was a profitable deal. On one hand, the effect was quite suitable for him, including the effect of the "TwoTwoTwoTwo" entry, which he was also satisfied with. On the other hand, he had more channels to acquire spirit stones, and his speed of obtaining them was faster. Although a million spirit stones was not a small amount, it wasn't a huge sum for him either.

At most, it would just mean more work for Liu Zide.

Before preparing to leave, he glanced at the special red entry "TenTenTenTen", which could only be obtained by those who possessed the Heavenly Dao Entry Group "Great Nine". It was his third red entry.

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"Entry Name: TenTenTenTen.

"Entry Rank: Red.

"Entry Effect: When you deal a killing blow to an enemy of the same cultivation realm, the overflow damage will be converted into a white shield to protect your safety. This white shield will dissipate after a hundred breaths."

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"Hmm?"

Chen Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the red entry in front of him. It seemed to be a defensive entry, and defense had always been one of his weaknesses. However, in most situations, his weakness was never exposed.

So it appeared as if he had no weaknesses at all.

He was just unsure about its strength.

He would have to test it out when he had the chance.

He quickly scanned through the comment section of this entry, and the reviews were mixed. The most common opinion was that this entry could only be effective when one's cultivation reached the peak or later stages of a major realm.

For example, at the peak of Refining Void.

At this stage, if one were to use all their strength to kill a Refining Void Initial Stage cultivator, the overflow damage would be converted into a white shield. However, when one's cultivation was lower, it would have no effect. At that time, it would be almost impossible to deal a killing blow, and even if one could, the overflow damage would be minimal and nearly useless.

The 'killing blow' here did not refer to a single spell.

Based on the comments, it seemed to refer to the overflow damage from all attacks within three breaths that resulted in a killing blow.

Chen Qiu shook his head and didn't think further about this entry. Instead, he stood up and prepared to leave the inn, heading downstairs.

But at that moment—

He suddenly noticed the chaos outside, with many people rushing in the same direction, which happened to be the direction of the shop where he had drawn the prize. Without much thought, he joined the crowd, curious to see what was happening.

Upon arriving, he casually grabbed someone and inquired about the situation.

It turned out.

That a Golden Core Cultivator, for some unknown reason, had jumped into the well of the Entry Pool. Even after several thousand breaths, he had not resurfaced, and the shopkeeper had used a stick to search the well, but there was no sign of the person.

The Celestial Palace had existed for many years, and so had this shop, but no one had ever jumped into the well before.

No one knew what would happen if someone were to jump into the well or accidentally fall in.

After all, it was a Golden Core Cultivator, and it was impossible for them to drown. The only explanation for not resurfacing after so long was that they couldn't get out.

Chen Qiu stood and waited for a while, but when there was still no change, he did not linger. He immediately transformed into a stream of light and shot towards the direction of the Celestial Palace. Currently, his cultivation progress was still some distance away from the peak of Refining Void.

He planned to first reach the peak of Refining Void and then break through to the Body Fusion stage.

Everything was going according to plan.

In perfect order.

Several hours later, Chen Qiu had returned to the Celestial Palace. After giving the remaining spirit stones to the brown bear guarding the entrance, he sat on the Profound Heaven King's throne and prepared to meditate.

Although he had fallen behind in his cultivation due to the delay, his foundation had become much stronger.

Cultivation and foundation were both progressing well.

Just as he was about to activate his cultivation technique and enter a meditative state, he intuitively felt someone calling his name. A faint voice echoed in his ear, and a wisp of white smoke appeared before him.

A picture quickly formed in the white smoke, revealing the long-unseen Seventh Prince! He was an old friend.

When Chen Qiu was the National Master of Daxia Kingdom, he had watched the Seventh Prince grow up. In other words, the Seventh Prince was like his half-adopted son, and his conduct and character were greatly influenced by Chen Qiu. When Chen Qiu left Daxia Kingdom, the Seventh Prince had firmly stated that he would follow in his footsteps.

However, at that time, the Seventh Prince wore a blue robe and had a resolute expression, looking full of vitality.

But now, the Seventh Prince.

Was barely conscious, his body covered in wounds, and he knelt on the ground. With trembling hands, he carefully held a lit incense stick, and as the white smoke rose, the Seventh Prince's weak and trembling voice also crossed the continent, reaching Chen Qiu's ears.

"Master."

"I hope I didn't disturb your peace."

The Seventh Prince's voice was already extremely weak as he knelt on the grass in a dark dungeon, his eyes filled with bitterness and anger. "Disciple knows that those from the Upper Continent cannot go to the Lower Continent, and that even if Master knows of my current situation, there is nothing you can do. I know I shouldn't trouble you with such trivial matters."

"But..."

"I just wanted to let you know before I leave that I have not disgraced you. I have become the top Sword Cultivator in Daxia Kingdom, and I have successfully broken free from the kingdom's confinement."

"But... I can only go this far. Master, have I still brought you shame?"

The Seventh Prince's voice grew weaker and weaker, blending into the darkness of the dungeon.

Just at that moment—

"You don't contact me when you're enjoying yourself, and now that you're about to die, you're leaving me a message?"

A calm voice suddenly echoed in the dungeon.

His body, already powerless, knelt on the ground, and the Seventh Prince, who had collapsed on the floor, originally had no strength to open his eyes. He was ready to accept his fate, but suddenly, he heard a familiar voice by his ear, and his body stiffened.

Then, without knowing where the strength came from, he immediately looked up. In the pitch-black dungeon, there was almost no light, only a faint glow from the oil lamp embedded in the wall of the corridor outside.

In that faint light, he saw a dark shadow suddenly appear in the dungeon.

Although he couldn't make out the face.

But this figure, this voice...

The Seventh Prince, who had been resigned to his death, suddenly felt his eyes well up with tears. His voice was hoarse as he trembled, "Master... How did you come to the Lower Continent?"

Chen Qiu, standing in the center of the dungeon, surveyed the surroundings before letting out a light sigh and speaking softly.

"It's been a while since we last met, and your standards for living conditions seem to be getting lower and lower."

"As for how I got here, don't ask such nonsense. Do you expect me to explain from the beginning how I managed to come down here? It's true... I do feel a bit embarrassed. Didn't we agree that until you made a name for yourself, you wouldn't call me Master?"

"If others find out that my disciple was treated like this in the lower realm, it would be very embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

Then, he threw a storage ring over.

"There are some healing pills inside, take them first."

"After that, Master will take you to kill."

"Tell me how you ended up in this situation?"

"Okay!"

The Seventh Prince nodded heavily, his eyes welling up as he swallowed the entire pill. His condition seemed to improve slightly, and after taking a deep breath, he trembled, "It's a long story, Master. I..."

"Make it brief."

In the darkness, Chen Qiu shook his head and said casually, "Women, heavenly treasures, seizing opportunities, unfounded hatred—choose one of these four reasons why you're being hunted down."

The grudges in the cultivation world were complex; every person had a story to tell, and there could be tens of thousands of them without repetition.

But in summary, there were only four themes.

These four.

Among them, unfounded hatred was the least common, followed by women. Most grudges were primarily due to heavenly treasures and seizing opportunities. Unfounded hatred referred to a simple dislike or the desire to harm someone for no particular reason.

This kind of situation existed but was relatively rare.

"Hmm," the Seventh Prince hesitated, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes. "It's none of those. It's your old enemy, Master. After they found out you were my master, they targeted me. They know that people from the Upper Continent can't easily come to the Lower Continent."

"My enemy?"

Chen Qiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and without hesitation, his spiritual energy lifted the Seventh Prince, breaking out of the dungeon and disappearing from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already in the sky, and the overwhelming aura leaked out without restraint, locking down every living being below with his divine sense.

He was genuinely puzzled.

He couldn't think of any enemies he had left on the Profound Heaven Continent. He was certain he had killed all his foes from that day.

Suspended in the sky, Chen Qiu saw the name of this power on the mountain gate.

"Chen Family."

It was a family, a family established on a mountain.

He had no recollection of them, but his divine sense had already sensed that the strongest member of this power was at the initial stage of Primordial Soul cultivation, belonging to a power in one of the Lower Nine Provinces near the Central Province.

"All of you, come out."

Chen Qiu's voice echoed throughout the mountain.

As his words fell...

The Primordial Soul initial stage ancestor, who had been hiding in the back mountain pretending to cultivate, could no longer keep up the act. He flew tremblingly to Chen Qiu, his face pale as he said, "Chen Qiu, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

"Considering we're from the same family, can we settle this matter amicably?"

"Any compensation, as long as the Chen Family can provide it, will be offered."

When he felt the aura and was locked down by Chen Qiu's divine sense, he knew it was over. He didn't understand why Chen Qiu, who had clearly gone to the Vast Continent, could casually return to the Lower Continent. But when he saw the young man who had been imprisoned by them a while ago, now standing quietly behind Chen Qiu, he realized something major had happened.

It had only been a while since Chen Qiu left, but how had his cultivation reached such a high level?

He couldn't sense Chen Qiu's cultivation realm; he only knew that with his own cultivation at the initial stage of Primordial Soul, he would have to defend with all his might against Chen Qiu's aura alone. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to get close to Chen Qiu!

This terrifying cultivation gap almost robbed him of the courage to speak.

"Chen Family."

Chen Qiu looked calmly at the old man in front of him, who seemed frail and weak. After a long pause, he confirmed that there was no record of this power in his memory and said softly, "According to my disciple, you hold a grudge against us, so you targeted him."

"I'm a reasonable person. I'm curious; where did we form this grudge? Can you explain it clearly?"

He was genuinely curious.

With the power of this family, the strongest member was only at the initial stage of Primordial Soul. Even during the great sweep of the Profound Heaven Continent, they didn't bother with this insignificant power. In such a situation, where did the grudge come from?

"I..."

The Chen Family ancestor, standing in mid-air, had his teeth chattering, not knowing how to respond. The young man standing behind Chen Qiu was the one he had personally captured, and it was a one-sided hatred.

The Chen Family had nurtured a Heavenly Talent.

They planned to use this Heavenly Talent to enter the Central Province and establish themselves as a power there. However, their Heavenly Talent was unlucky enough to encounter Chen Qiu during the same period, and all his brilliance was overshadowed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand out in front of Chen Qiu from the past.

As this continued, the Chen Family's Heavenly Talent developed a deep hatred for Chen Qiu. But they knew their own business, and at the time, they wouldn't have dared to act against Chen Qiu. However—

After Chen Qiu left for the Vast Continent...

The Profound Heaven Continent finally regained its peace.

The Chen Family's Heaven Talent had regained his fighting spirit, determined to make a name for himself in this era.

Just then, a young Sword Cultivator claiming to be Chen Qiu's closed-door disciple emerged. With his fearless combat style and leveraging Chen Qiu's reputation, he gained respect wherever he went, quickly making a name for himself.

This person was none other than the Seventh Prince.

Once again, the Chen Family's Heaven Talent had his spotlight stolen.

This time, they couldn't hold back their anger!

They could tolerate Chen Qiu, but for an insignificant Nascent Soul like you to dare to show off, if the Chen Family didn't take action, they'd be seen as weak. With new and old grudges combined, the Chen Family decided to take action against the Seventh Prince.

They captured him, imprisoned him in a dark dungeon, and didn't rush to kill him. Instead, they slowly tortured him to alleviate their hatred.

On that day, they had clearly taken away all the storage rings from the Seventh Prince, yet they couldn't figure out how he had contacted Chen Qiu.

Of course, they couldn't reveal this.

Just as the Chen Family's ancestor was about to make up an excuse, his face turning pale and his voice trembling, a furious shout suddenly echoed through the mountain peak.

"Chen Qiu!"

The voice of anger came from a young man in a sword robe, who was painfully struggling against the overwhelming aura to stand up from the ground. His legs creaked under the pressure, seemingly on the verge of shattering.

"I'm not changing my name or surname. I am Chen Pingde!"

"I captured your disciple, and now that you're here, I admit my fate is in your hands. But these people around me are innocent. Let them go, and I'll take full responsibility for this!"

"To be honest—"

"I just don't like you. We're both Heaven Talents, yet you steal the spotlight. It's as if you're the only Heaven Talent in the world. We're already countless times stronger than ordinary people, why should we play a supporting role to you?"

"I won't accept this!"

As his words fell, the Chen Family's ancestor, suspended in mid-air, looked down at his most outstanding disciple with a complex expression. He rasped, "Chen Qiu, since your disciple is still alive, I, the Chen Family's Heaven Talent, will offer my life as compensation. How about it?"

The cold wind was biting.

At dusk, the Chen Family's Heaven Talent stood alone in the center of the square, his eyes dead and his face contorted as he looked up at Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu, standing in the sky, looked down at the young man below with a calm expression, remaining silent.

He could tell that the young man was truly prepared to die and was even enjoying this moment. He could guess the kind of script the young man had imagined in his mind.

Affirmation and regret from the elders, shock and helplessness from his peers.

Amidst these emotions, even as he faced death, the young man's heart was a hundred times more excited than on his wedding night.

A typical script-driven personality, and such a personality was most likely to hold grudges when someone else stole their spotlight.

But at that moment, Chen Qiu suddenly smiled lightly, looking at the young man's fearless expression and saying softly, "This is my first time standing up for someone else. Give me some face, right? If only one person dies, it'll be very embarrassing."

The next moment—

"Bang!"

Nearly a hundred Chen Family disciples, pinned to the ground by the overwhelming aura, suddenly exploded, turning into blood mist in the air.

The cultivation gap was too vast.

He didn't even need to lift a finger.

Just a slight increase in his aura was enough to turn someone into blood mist, their divine soul annihilated, not even given a chance to go to the underworld.

One after another, the blood mist exploded in the square, looking especially vivid and glaring. Thick blood covered the entire square!

"No!"

After one of the middle-aged men turned into blood mist, the young man standing nearby suddenly broke down, his eyes wide with fury as he roared, "Father!"

He then looked up at Chen Qiu with eyes full of anger.

"You're an evil cultivator who doesn't differentiate between right and wrong!"

"No different from beasts!"

Chen Qiu, with his hands behind his back, looked down at the blood mist below and then at the Chen Family's ancestor. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes as he smiled lightly, "I'm actually quite angry. I'm a man who values face. If the news got out that my disciple was captured and imprisoned by ants like you, I'd feel so ashamed."

"Do you dare to trample on my, Chen Qiu's, reputation?"

"How dare we?"

The next moment—

He completely lost his playful mood.

The Fourteenth Tier Refinement Void Domain 'Infinite Spiritual Qi' and the Fourteenth Tier Refinement Void Domain 'Three Thousand Thunders' erupted, and in the blink of an eye, the raging storm ceased, and thick clouds enveloped the entire mountain peak.

"Boom!!!"

The thunderous sound reverberated through the heavens and earth. At dusk, with the dimming sky, even those hundreds of miles away could clearly see countless bolts of thunder carrying terrifying cultivation power enveloping the mountain peak.

In an instant, countless people within hundreds of miles fled in terror, their faces filled with fear. This scene reminded them of a familiar name.

After a hundred breaths, the entire world fell silent.

Chen Qiu's face remained calm as he stood in mid-air. His cultivation couldn't be fully utilized in the First Rank Continent, and he had only displayed less than seventy percent of his strength. By then, the entire Chen Family had long turned to ashes.

The entire mountain peak, including the nearby plains, had been reduced to ashes, leaving only a giant crater in its place.

It was true.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. When had Primordial Soul Initial Stage cultivators dared to be so bold? When he was at the Primordial Soul Initial Stage, he had been low-key.

Why couldn't these people learn from him? When their cultivation was low, they shouldn't be so ostentatious; they should be more low-key.

Then he turned to look at the Seventh Prince and sighed, "When you're outside, try not to claim to be my disciple. If you win, it's fine, but what if you lose?"

"Isn't that a loss for me?"

"I've never lost a single battle on my journey."

"I've never lost."

The Seventh Prince took a deep breath, his gaze shifting from the giant pit on the ground back to Chen Qiu. With a resolute expression, he said, "Master, you once told me about a Sword Cultivator named Jian Yi from Daxia. He never used any protective spiritual energy, believing that his sword could cut through anything, and he became the strongest Sword Cultivator."

"I remember."

"I also never use any protective spiritual energy."

"I never lose, and I can't lose. For me, there are only two choices: win or die. There is no third option!"

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Chen Qiu's tone turned slightly somber as he asked, "What about this time?"

The Seventh Prince's confidence wavered slightly as he replied, "This time is an exception. Their old ancestor, a Primordial Soul Cultivator, personally came to capture me alive."

"Forget it."

Chen Qiu shook his head and said, "How should I put it? Do you want to come with me to the Vast Continent, or do you wish to stay here?"

"I want to stay here."

The Seventh Prince's expression remained resolute as he spoke firmly, "Master, I know it's safe by your side, but that's not the path I want to take. I want to become a great help to you, not just follow you around like a pest."

"I want to take each step on my own and climb up!"

"Until I catch up to you, Master!"

"You can never catch up to me, not even if I give you a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years."

"Master, it only took me a year to leave the Daxia Kingdom. I believe in miracles, just as I believe in you."

"Hmm, that's true."

Chen Qiu nodded thoughtfully, recalling that he had planned for a thousand years to escape from the prison of the Daxia Kingdom. He was genuinely surprised that the Seventh Prince had also managed to escape, and his curiosity grew. "Tell me, how did you manage to escape?"

"Wasn't that Sword Cultivator, Jian Yi, stronger than you? Even he couldn't defeat the Sword Cultivator puppet with his Sword Cultivation. How did you do it?"

The Sword Cultivator puppet inherently countered Sword Cultivators.

It was only after he switched to the path of a Spell Cultivator that he was able to leave the Daxia Kingdom.

"Because of a miracle."

The Seventh Prince's voice was filled with pride and arrogance, "I challenged the puppet nine times at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and I lost eight times. On the ninth attempt, as defeat seemed imminent, a Heavenly Path anomaly suddenly appeared. The Sword Cultivator puppet froze in place, defenseless, and I seized that opening. With all my strength, I defeated it and managed to escape the Daxia Kingdom."

". This has nothing to do with you. If it weren't for that Heavenly Path anomaly, you'd still be stuck in the Daxia Kingdom. What are you so proud of?"

"Master, have you forgotten the words you once said to me? You were still the National Teacher then. You said that ninety-nine percent of a person's efforts in life are meaningless, and only that one percent, when blessed by luck, can bring about miracles."

"But—"

"It's that one percent of effort that allows you to create miracles when luck is on your side."

"I cultivated to the peak of the Golden Core stage within a year. Who dares say I didn't work hard?"

"I challenged the Sword Cultivator puppet nine times. Who dares say my determination wasn't strong?"

"It was under these conditions that I waited for this Heavenly anomaly, giving my one percent effort a chance to shine. Otherwise, why would I be the only one to escape while the others are still in the Daxia Kingdom? Isn't that something to be proud of, Master?"

"Only two people have escaped the entire Daxia Kingdom: you, Master, and me. When you left, you said that if I could escape the Daxia Kingdom, you would formally accept me as your disciple. Now, I've done it!"

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Chen Qiu sighed with a hint of helplessness and waved his hand, "Fine, you can be proud for now."

He then began searching through the Heavenly Path ring, and after a few breaths, he finally found a hidden treasure within the ring. He took it out and spoke softly.

"Since you want to stay here, I won't stop you. But this time, you can contact me. I can't guarantee that you'll be able to reach me next time, and I can't always keep an eye on you."

"You'll have to forge your own path."

"I can only leave a message for you."

The next moment—

A Heavenly Dao Edict resounded across the entire Profound Heaven Continent!

"Heavenly Dao Edict: I am Chen Qiu. It's normal for the younger generation to have conflicts, and even if someone dies, no one can say anything. But try not to go running home to your parents after losing a fight. If you really need to involve your parents, I wouldn't mind attending a parent-teacher conference with all of you."

"If my disciple dies in a state, that state will be buried with him."

—Chen Qiu.

This was a chance he had obtained long ago to issue a Profound Heaven Edict once. It was stored in the form of a token, but he never had the opportunity to use it, not even when he left the Profound Heaven Continent.

He used it this time.

It couldn't be used in other continents.

It had been a long time since he returned to the Profound Heaven Continent, and he felt a bit nostalgic.

"This time, there won't be a problem."

Chen Qiu smiled and looked at the awe-struck Seventh Prince, "But try not to die. After all, I still have some old acquaintances on the Profound Heaven Continent. If you die, and I have to destroy a state because of you, it would be embarrassing to not follow through on my words."

"If you insist on dying, go to the Lower Nine Provinces. I don't know anyone there, so you can die as you please."

"Is there any more incense? If there is, light one for me."

"This..."

The Seventh Prince listened to the Heavenly Dao Edict, his eyes wide with awe and disbelief. The Heavenly Dao Edict had always been a sacred concept in his mind, something that only Supreme Heavenly Prodigies, those who achieved the pinnacle in a certain field or reached extraordinary heights, could trigger.

But why, in his master's hands, had the Heavenly Dao Edict become a mere tool for passing messages?

It was like his most beloved and sacred woman had been reduced to just another object in someone else's hands.

The stark contrast was overwhelming.

This contrast made him feel a sense of despair, as if the distance between him and his master was not just a mere ten thousand miles.

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