In the blink of an eye, another half a year had passed.
During this half-year, many people were attracted by the light from the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain and wanted to enter.
But they were all chased away by Qin Chuan.
Although these people were indignant, the situation was beyond their control, and since they couldn’t win, they didn’t dare to make a fuss.
They rolled away smoothly.
The title of Qin Chuan the Great Demon King, however, spread wider and wider, and many ancient powerhouses recently awakened also heard of it. Among them, some laughed it off, some disregarded it, and some sneered.
However, no one came to trouble Qin Chuan, after all, no one was looking for trouble on a full stomach.
Finally, this day arrived, the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain violently shook, and the mountaintop even split open toward both ends.
A figure dashed out in panic, it was Qin Zi.
Not long after he rushed out, the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain erupted in a violent explosion.
The gigantic Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain shattered into countless fragments, and the terrifying shockwave tore everything within a thousand miles to pieces.
Qin Chuan’s estate, naturally, was the first to bear the brunt, instantly turned to ashes, as if weathered away.
Drinking tea in the courtyard, Qin Chuan only saw a shockwave coming, then the cup in his hand, the stone table in front of him, and everything surrounding him vanished like smoke, while he maintained his position holding the cup.
At this moment, a despairing and rough roar sounded, and from the smoke and dust ruins of the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain, a massive hook suddenly emerged, pitch-black and menacing, clearly a scorpion’s tail.
Qin Zi screamed in the sky.
"Ding! The lingering thought of a Scorpion King comparable to the Lingxiao Realm has murderous intent towards your son. On the principle that fatherly love is as mighty as a mountain, and the father must win, your cultivation will be elevated to the Lingxiao Realm, and invincible at the same level!"
The system’s voice sounded.
Suddenly, Qin Chuan felt his consciousness soar from the Celestial Palace, directly ascending to the center of the Celestial Palace, the Lingxiao Palace.
Power skyrocketed, dominating the world!
Qin Chuan made a swift move, appearing in front of Qin Zi, then reached his right hand toward the fiercely stabbing scorpion tail.
The massive scorpion tail, like an inverted mountain, clashed with the peak and Qin Chuan’s right hand, generating a violent shockwave.
But Qin Chuan stood firm in the sky, steady as Mount Tai, his body not sinking an inch.
His right hand held the massive scorpion tail, while his left hand was behind his back, his white robe and black hair fluttering freely in the strong wind.
He had only habitually called for help, did not expect his father to truly appear, what a great surprise and touch.
Qin Chuan turned his head, speaking in a deep voice.
Qin Zi nodded energetically, knowing his father was about to suppress this Scorpion Spirit.
At this moment, a roar came again from the smoke, and a gigantic black scorpion soared into the air, charging at Qin Chuan.
This scorpion was not corporeal but emitted a violent aura, fierce and bloodthirsty, as if it had crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Qin Chuan’s right hand shook powerfully, and instantly, a vast force traveled along the scorpion tail, acting on the scorpion’s body.
With a crisp sound, the black shell on the scorpion’s surface shattered into pieces, and several legs were blown off.
It cried out in shock, seemingly wanting to say something, but Qin Chuan punched it directly, blasting it apart!
An atomic mushroom cloud appeared in the sky again, the shockwave sweeping in all directions, aweing everyone.
Qin Zi stared blankly at this scene, the monster that had chased him to despair was blown apart by his father just like that?
He thought that after the time acceleration within the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain and various opportunities, the gap between him and his father had narrowed.
Now it seemed he had thought too much.
At this point, Qin Chuan also noticed Qin Zi’s cultivation.
This kid, who knew how long he had been cultivating inside the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain, had actually reached the Divine Bridge realm!
Qin Chuan praised, then flew with Qin Zi toward the mountain where they lived in seclusion.
Very soon, he discovered...the distance home had gotten further!
This indicated that over this half a year, the Nine-Heavens World had expanded many times, with many unfamiliar mountains, rivers, and lakes appearing.
If this continues, the Nine-Heavens World will sooner or later become unrecognizable, turning into a place he doesn’t know.
Qin Zi immediately reported his experiences in the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain to Qin Chuan.
The flow rate inside the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain was hundreds of times that outside, meaning he had been cultivating in there for decades!
Moreover, he absorbed many good things inside.
Such as Heaven and Earth Spirit Roots, Purifying Divine Spring, and the mysterious liquid collected by the Scorpion Spirit. It was because of stealing this milky white mysterious liquid that he provoked the lingering thought of the Scorpion Spirit.
"Father, though I gained much fortune inside, I guess the most precious thing would be this."
Qin Zi took out a seed glowing with seven colors and said, "This was suppressed at the center of the Seven-Colored Calabash Mountain and guarded by many arrays, I barely got it with my life."
Qin Chuan’s expression turned strange.
Again Calabash Mountain, again Scorpion Spirit, and again Gourd Seed made him involuntarily think of certain things.
Images already formed in his mind.
A thatched hut stood by a cliff, and in front of the hut was a gourd rack. On the rack climbed gourd vines, with seven large gourds of different colors swinging on them, happily calling him grandpa.
"Father, is there a problem?"
Qin Zi asked, noticing something was off with his father’s expression.
"Hehe, no problem, just reminded of a past story."
Qin Chuan smiled and shook his head.
At any time, he could use "a past story" as an excuse, after all, he had a "long" past.
"Do you know what this gourd seed is for?"
Qin Chuan gave him a sidelong glance, smirking, "It’s just a seed; what else do you think it could be used for?"
"Could it be planted to grow an Immortal Medicine Divine Fruit?" Qin Zi’s eyes lit up, breathing heavily.
Qin Chuan smiled mysteriously, offering no further explanation.
He didn’t dare to elaborate!
Because he’s not sure either, the more absolute he sounds now, the worse he’ll be slapped in the face later.
He planned to plant this seed in the inner world; if it really grew, he would then inform Qin Xiaozhu, if not... he’d quietly dig it up and box it away, pretending nothing happened.
"I remembered! There’s still a crab in the latrine. I haven’t been home for so long, I wonder if it ran off."
Suddenly, Qin Zi said.
"Go check on it, and also... there’s another one here, take it and press it down too." Newest update provided by novel⸺fire.net
Qin Chuan smiled, then threw a five-flower-tied Martial Emperor Dragon Emperor from the inner world out.
"This is... Martial Emperor Dragon Emperor?!"
Qin Zi was startled, then his eyes brightened—the more formidable the person, the more exciting it was to humiliate them!
"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated, you want to... mmph!"
The Martial Emperor Dragon Emperor saw Qin Zi’s strange smile, instinctively feeling something amiss, wanted to angrily rebuke, but before finishing his words, a smelly sock was stuffed into his mouth.
"Hehe, whoever you are, once in my hands, you have to obediently squat over the latrine!"
Qin Zi sneered, then lifted the Martial Emperor Dragon Emperor like a mittened mitten, walking out.