In the evening, the bald old man left.
And Qin Zi was excited.
"Dad, I've heard that the royal family has a very precious spiritual pool. It is said that bathing in it once can directly improve two or three small realms, and there are no side effects. It's simply amazing!"
His face flushed and his whole body trembled.
“Stay calm.”
Qin Chuan put down the teacup in his right hand, and then used his left hand to calmly wipe away the tea that his adopted son had poured on his right hand.
"Ahem, don't move, let me wipe it, let me wipe it."
Qin Zi coughed dryly, put down the teapot, then squatted down embarrassedly to wipe his father's hands.
Qin Chuan did not refuse. His adopted son was a free servant, so it would be a waste if he was not used.
Thinking of the bald old man, he felt a little emotional.
This world really seemed different from what he had imagined. These truly powerful people didn't seem to be stupid...
This actually made his work more difficult.
The strong ones in the Supreme Saint Realm have such bearing and cultivation, so wouldn’t the Realm Emperor, Martial Emperor and others be as calm as water?
Even too oblivious?!
In that case, if my son points his finger at someone and scolds him for a long time, but the person shows no emotion at all, then it will be difficult to deal with...
The worst case scenario is that the other person has no emotional fluctuations and just slaps his son to death like slapping a fly. That would be even more outrageous.
After all, the system is set up so that his strength will only increase if the other party has murderous intentions towards his adopted son.
And if the other party had no intention of killing, and just casually dismissed him, or if a little aftermath of instinct killed his adopted son... wouldn't it be a death in vain?
"Therefore, I must improve my adopted son's strength as much as possible, the sooner the better!" he said silently in his heart.
In fact, he also discovered a pattern.
That is, people's tolerance is not constant, but varies from person to person.
For example, if a strong person at the Saint level is insulted by a strong person of the same level, he may get angry.
However, if an ant insults you, you won't feel any emotion and will just stomp on it to death...
In other words, people will only be resentful of those who are at the same level as themselves, or those who are not that much different from themselves. If the gap is too big, there will be no emotional fluctuations.
It’s like, if someone is a little bit better than you, you will be jealous, but if he is much better than you, you will not feel anything.
You will be jealous that your classmates are doing better than you, but you will not be jealous of Jack Ma. You will only write in the barrage - It’s my father!
"There are still three days left. You should prepare well and ask your master to prepare as well. We will go to the imperial capital in three days."
Qin Chuan said to Qin Zi.
"Okay!"
At this moment, Qin Zi was like a skilled lackey, very obedient, and quickly returned to the room.
Not long after, an old voice came from outside.
"Elder Qin Chuan, can you come out and talk?"
After hearing this, Qin Chuan stood up and walked out.
On the cliff outside the palace.
The sunset glow had gradually faded and turned purple-black, and an old man in a green robe stood there, enjoying the evening breeze.
It was Zhao Fulong.
"Grand Elder."
Qin Chuan shouted.
"Brother Qin Chuan, I was shortsighted before. I really wronged you by asking you to condescend to be the elder of my Seven Martial Sect."
Zhao Fulong turned around, smiled bitterly and asked, "I want to ask you...are you willing to become the Grand Elder of the Seven Martial Sect?"
Qin Chuan shook his head calmly: "I am only an honorary elder of the Seven Martial Sect. I have said before that this is just my temporary place of stay. I will not stay in the Seven Martial Sect forever."
"Ah, that's true."
Zhao Fulong sighed and said, "I knew that someone like you would not stay in such a small place."
Qin Chuan thought of some things that happened before, so he asked, "You are not from the Nine Suns Dynasty, right?"
"Haha, you figured it out."
Zhao Fulong laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I am indeed not from the Nine Suns Dynasty. I am from the Eastern Region. However, for more than a hundred years, I have long regarded the Seven Martial Sect as 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 can't remember it clearly."
Qin Chuan thought for a moment and asked, "Are you still obeying that family? I mean the Zhao family."
"Haha, my family...is not named Zhao."
The self-mockery on Zhao Fulong's face became even stronger, and then he apologized to Qin Chuan and said, "It is inconvenient for me to talk about family matters, otherwise there will be a disaster. Please forgive me."
"good."
Qin Chuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions because it had nothing to do with him.
He was just curious and asked casually.
"That's it, then."
After a long while, Zhao Fulong smiled and said, "At this point, it actually makes no difference whether you are the Grand Elder or not, because in the hearts of everyone in the sect, your status is no lower than that of the Grand Elder."
Qin Chuan smiled but said nothing.
indeed.
When your strength is demonstrated, people will respect you consciously even without any halo.
This is a common sense.
The strong are respected.
This is true in any world.
However, Grand Elder, he really doesn’t want to do it!
Because being the supreme elder is not just an honor, it is also a responsibility, and one needs to be accountable to the entire sect.
According to the normal routine, once he took on the responsibility of the Seven Martial Sect, this originally airtight house would immediately start to leak, and all kinds of troubles and enemies would come one after another...
In the end, he not only dealt with the sect's enemies, but also delivered resources to the sect, taught the sect's disciples, and cleaned up the mess for the younger generations. He was completely reduced to a babysitter... and he had to bring his own dry food!
Why bother?
There is absolutely no need!
So, he has a clear mind.
Of course, if the Seven Martial Sects run into trouble in the future, he would still be willing to help as long as the cost is not high.
"Brother Qin Chuan, actually..."
At this moment, Zhao Fulong seemed to suddenly think of something, but he opened his mouth and then swallowed it back.
"Is there anything else?" Qin Chuan asked.
"Oh, that's right. There is actually a ancestral treasure house inside the sect. It was left by the ancestor. I think Qin Zi can go in and pick two treasures. It can be regarded as a token of the sect's appreciation."
Zhao Fulong said with a dry laugh.
His heart was pounding and he felt a little scared because he almost told the story of Da Edan.
He was about to confess, but suddenly he thought, if he confessed something like this, would he be forgiven?
Saying it out loud is courting death!!
Now, he had every reason to believe that this young man, whom even the royal ancestors treated with courtesy, had the ability to kill him.
He actually felt a little regretful.
At that time, I didn't know Qin Chuan's identity and thought Qin Zi was just a kid with no background, so it wouldn't be a big deal to take advantage of him.
After all, the strong prey on the weak.
But now, he was shocked to find that the other person just didn't take it out before. After taking it out, it was even bigger than his!
"The Grand Elder is thoughtful."
Qin Chuan smiled and nodded.
He didn't know what had happened, although he could see that the old man felt a little guilty, as if he had done something wrong and now wanted to compensate Qin Zi.
But he knew it wasn't a big problem.
After all, Qin Zi has a knowledgeable master with him, and he must have solved all the hidden dangers long ago.
Time flies and three days have passed.
Qin Chuan brought Qin Zi to the majestic imperial capital again, and this time, they went straight into the imperial city!