The accumulated snow in the Royal Capital grew thicker and thicker. Qin Wentian stood in the pavilion, gazing out as he wondered how long it would take for the snow to stop.
Below the pavilion, a silhouette could be seen treading through the snow. Inclining his head, he stared at Qin Wentian, "Wentian, the information you wanted, I've helped you find out."
Upon hearing this, Qin Wentian leapt down from the pavilion, landing on the snowy ground.
"Uncle Yang, how is my father?" Qin Wentian asked the Divine Weapon Pavilion to help him gather information on Qin Chuan.
"A few months ago, the news of the banquet was leaked out. Many people were dissatisfied with the way the Royal Clan handled things. After all, the Qin Clan was the descendant of a loyal subject. Hence, Chu Tianjiao wanted Qin Chuan to plead guilty." Yang Chen stated to Qin Wentian, "Your father naturally wasn't willing. Hence, the Royal Clan decided that two days later, Qin Chuan would be escorted into the Royal Capital."
"My father is a man of iron and blood, he definitely wouldn't be willing to suffer such humiliation." Qin Wentian's countenance abruptly turned sharp.
"I think so too. To your father, this is too cruel. Not only that, Qin Yao wouldn't be able to sit still. Maybe they want to use your father to lure Qin Yao out of the Emperor Star Academy, and then use Qin Yao to threaten your father to plead guilty, killing two birds with one stone." Yang Chen stated in a low voice.
Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath. Chu Tianjiao, this person, was too ruthless.
What sort of character was his father, Qin Chuan? He would rather die than suffer such humiliation.
"I understand." Qin Wentian gazed at the drifting snowflakes in the air, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Wentian, this is a Divine Inscription Ring, it can be used for storage. Although it's the simplest type of Divine Inscription Ring, it can still store many things. Keep it." Yang Chen passed a stone ring to Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian received it, and infused his Astral Energy into it. His heart trembled, he could actually feel that there was an internal dimension within the stone ring.
"This thing must be very precious," Qin Wentian said to Yang Chen.
"In our Divine Weapon Pavilion, there's only one person capable of forging a Divine Inscription Ring. This is because the Spatial Divine Inscriptions are extremely valuable and extremely difficult to inscribe." Yang Chen smiled. Although he didn't directly reply, how could Qin Wentian not understand the value of this Spatial Divine Inscription?
"Uncle Yang, I'll accept it." Qin Wentian smiled at Yang Chen.
"Work hard, this is the first time in my life that I've heard of a genius who can inscribe third-ranked Divine Inscriptions at the age of seventeen." Yang Chen smiled as he patted Qin Wentian on his shoulder.
Qin Wentian was clear in his heart that the Divine Weapon Pavilion thought very highly of him. A powerful blacksmith could have endless wealth.
If a fourth-ranked Weaponsmith were to appear in the Chu Country, it would definitely cause a huge commotion. Many Yuanfu Realm cultivators would all come to seek him out.
Qin Wentian undoubtedly had this kind of potential. If there was a day where he could inscribe fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptions, the Divine Weapon Pavilion would be able to hire weaponsmiths to assist him in forging fourth-ranked Divine Weapons.
Lifting his feet, Qin Wentian walked in the direction of the weaponsmithing hall, preparing to forge a Divine Weapon for himself.
… …
The snow on the ground of the Royal Capital was already half a foot thick. Numerous majestic buildings were covered in snow, and the entire city seemed to be enveloped in a layer of pure white.
There was a faint chill in the air.
Even so, at the Martial Platform of the Royal Capital, there were many people who braved the wind and snow to come here.
It was said that today, the Ye Clan would be leading the troops to escort Qin Chuan to the Royal Capital, as a punishment for his crimes.
Qin Chuan of Sky Harmony City, the descendant of General Qin Wu, would he plead guilty on the Martial Platform?
From afar, a group of cavalrymen gradually approached. Hundreds of soldiers were escorting the Iron Prison, and within the prison, there was a man with disheveled hair who resembled a beggar.
"Qin Chuan of the Qin Clan." The spectators sighed in their hearts.
The group of soldiers escorted Qin Chuan to the Martial Platform, and after which, a man mounted a horse and stood in front of Qin Chuan.
"Qin Chuan, the Qin Clan has already revolted. Why don't you confess to your crimes, and admit that the Qin Clan had long planned this, and hand over all the chess pieces we planted in the dark. That way, you can suffer less." That man spoke to Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan inclined his head, and stared at the man, as a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.
"Bai Qingsong, you don't have the qualifications to question me. Scram." Qin Chuan's voice was filled with vigor, and his gaze was sharp as he stared straight at Bai Qingsong.
"Impudent." Beside him, a melodious voice drifted over. It was actually Autumn Snow. She sat atop her warhorse, staring down at Qin Chuan with a cold gaze.
"Autumn Snow, you and your father are only fit to be the lackeys of the Ye Clan. What talent? You're still unable to condense your 2nd Astral Soul, and without the help of my son Wentian, you wouldn't even be able to condense a 3rd Heavenly Layer Astral Soul, and could only continue to strengthen your senses." Qin Chuan stared at Autumn Snow as he mocked, "Back then, I was blind, why would I agree to that marriage? Comparing you to Wentian, is like comparing a crow to a phoenix."
"Impudent." Autumn Snow's countenance turned extremely unsightly, as though Qin Chuan had touched her sore spot. Indeed, she had yet to condense her 2nd Astral Soul. It wasn't that she couldn't condense it, it was just that she wasn't able to freely choose an Astral Soul from the 3rd Heavenly Layer. Hence, she wanted to continue cultivating, in order to strengthen her senses. Who would have thought that Qin Chuan, who was in the Black Stronghold, would actually know about this matter.
"Today, the escorts are under the responsibility of both the Ye and Yan Clan. Your Bai Clan can only be the vanguard, running some errands." Although Qin Chuan was in a dangerous situation, he was still as calm as ever, as though he had already disregarded life and death.
"Shut up, Qin Wentian is already a dead man." Yanaro galloped over, pointing his finger at Qin Chuan, as a sword intent gushed out from his body.
"Since he refuses to admit to his crimes, bring him away. Let's set off." Yanaro coldly commanded. Momentarily, the troops got into formation, and prepared to escort Qin Chuan through the Royal Capital.
The passersby on both sides of the road saw that the few people at the front of the troops were all members of the younger generation, including Yanaro from the Yan Clan, Ye Zhan from the Ye Clan. These great clans had already begun to allow their younger generations to roam the outside world. In the future, these youths would become the pillars of their clans.
Within the crowd, a maiden clad in white robes and a conical bamboo hat could be seen clenching her fists tightly. This maiden was none other than Qin Yao.
Beside Qin Yao, Luo Huan gently held onto her hand.
"Sister Luo Huan." Qin Yao gritted her teeth, as she struggled in her heart.
"Your father would definitely not be willing to see the scene from back then." Luo Huan softly stated.
"But, my father is a man of iron blood, how can he endure such humiliation?" Qin Yao's voice trembled slightly. Luo Huan sighed, "Let's wait and see. I heard from Teacher that Wentian is still alive, but I have no idea why he didn't return to the academy. I'm afraid that he might come today."
As they conversed, the hooves of the horses and the wheels of the carriages trampled the snow on the ground, leaving a trail of tracks behind them.
The troops escorting Qin Chuan set off.
However, after a few steps, the person in front waved his hand, causing the carriages to halt.
The gazes of the crowd shifted to the front. On the snowy ground, a skinny silhouette clad in a beast-skin coat and a conical bamboo hat stood there silently, giving off a feeling that he had always been there.
Yanaro's gaze was as sharp as a sword, piercing towards that silhouette as he coldly spat out, "Qin Wentian!"
As the sound of his voice faded, the hearts of the crowd trembled. Emperor Star Academy, Qin Wentian?
Qin Yao and Luo Huan shifted their gazes over, as their beautiful eyes froze. It really was Qin Wentian.
"This fellow, he really came." Luo Huan sighed. What a young man, only knowing how to be impulsive.
However, this kind of impulsiveness caused the hearts of the crowd to feel warm.
Qin Wentian removed his conical bamboo hat and tossed it onto the snowy ground. His gaze didn't even glance at Yanaro, nor did he glance at Ye Zhan or Liu Yan. He didn't even glance at Bai Qingsong or Autumn Snow.
"Silly child."
Qin Chuan stared at the silhouette of Qin Wentian standing amidst the snow. His skinny figure was so tall and straight, causing the eyes of this iron-blooded young man to turn slightly moist.
It's not that a good man doesn't have tears, it's just that his emotions have yet to be stirred.
This was already the second time that Qin Wentian had acted foolishly. Qin Chuan gazed at the skies, gazing at the falling snowflakes as he sighed in his heart. Since the heavens had given him such a young man, why did they have to arrange such a fate for him?
"Wentian, since you're still alive, why bother coming again?" Qin Chuan sighed.
A smile appeared in the eyes of the youth as he replied, "As a son, how can I not come?"
"I've already fallen into a dangerous situation. Since you can't change anything, why must you still be so foolish?" Qin Chuan sighed.
"As a man in this life, I only wish to look up to the Heavens and Earth with a clear conscience. Since I already know, I can't not come." Qin Wentian continued smiling as he continued, "At the very least, with me around, I will not allow anyone to humiliate my father."
In the midst of the snowstorm, the silhouette of the youth stood tall and straight. His words were sonorous and forceful, causing the countenances of the surrounding crowd to waver.
Youthful and hot-blooded.
"Wentian, well said." A melodious voice rang out. Qin Yao tossed her bamboo hat aside as she walked out from the crowd, standing shoulder to shoulder with Qin Wentian.
"Sis, why are you so foolish?" Qin Wentian gazed at Qin Yao, as he gently stroked her face.
"Aren't you the same?" Qin Yao replied, as the gazes of the two of them shifted onto the group of troops.
Only to see a few troops galloping out on horseback, wielding long spears in their hands. Their countenances were sharp, and their killing intent could be seen flickering within.
"Capture them." Yanaro commanded. Momentarily, the troops transformed into a hurricane as they galloped towards the direction of Qin Wentian and Qin Yao.
Snowflakes danced in the air, as the aura of the troops erupted forth. All of them were at the Arterial Circulation Realm. From this, one could tell that this troop was an elite troop.
"Sis, let me do it." Qin Wentian pulled Qin Yao behind him, as he stood there with his back straight, as he stared at the warhorses galloping towards them.
At this moment, the eyes of the youth were even sharper than swords!
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