Mopo looked at Qin Chuan with suspicion.
After a long pause, she fixed her gaze on his eyes and asked, "How do you have so much of your son's hair?"
She was seriously suspicious.
She had long suspected that the incident from back then was Qin Chuan's doing. After all, that kid had been too weak at the time to pull something like that off.
Moreover, when she had been chasing that kid, he had looked completely bewildered and innocent, as if he had no idea what was happening.
She used to think the kid was just playing dumb, but now it seemed like she had wrongfully accused him.
However.
Faced with her interrogative gaze, Qin Chuan remained expressionless and replied calmly, "He's my son. Isn't it normal for me to have some of his hair or blood?"
Qin Chuan raised his head slightly, looking down at her, and said, "And look, we're using it now, aren't we?"
Mopo's face stiffened once again.
Staring at Qin Chuan's arrogant expression, she was fully convinced of her suspicions. She glared at him and shouted, "It was you back then!!!"
She roared like an enraged lioness, gritting her teeth as if she was ready to pounce on Qin Chuan and bite him.
But Qin Chuan remained unfazed, instead urging her:
"Alright, alright. If you say so, it's true. We'll settle this later. For now, focus on tracking my son."
His tone was filled with casual indifference, as if saying, "Yes, yes, you're right," completely dismissive and unconcerned.
At least, to an outsider, it looked like he was brushing her off. But deep down, they both knew the truth—this issue had already been settled.
Qin Chuan had no intention of denying it.
After all, Mopo was much weaker than him now, though still much stronger than Qin Zi. If Mopo ever tried to assassinate Qin Zi, it seemed the system wouldn't even warn him… So, it was better to take the grudge upon himself.
If the debt fell on him, Mopo could bite him a few times, but she wouldn't be able to devour him. If it fell on Qin Zi, though… he'd be swallowed whole in one gulp.
An old trickster devouring a little chick.
But an old trickster can't devour an old rooster!
Meanwhile, Ye Lingshuang, standing nearby, heard Qin Chuan's words and thought this woman was just making a fuss. She believed Qin Chuan was too focused on rescuing his son to argue, and thus he accepted the slander thrown his way.
"Hmph!!"
Mopo snorted coldly, pulling out a few strands of hair to continue her spell, tracking Qin Zi's whereabouts.
Even though she wanted to bite Qin Chuan, she knew that now wasn't the time to be reckless.
Because she understood clearly.
If she delayed his mission to rescue his son, forget biting him—her entire Wushen Temple might end up drenched in blood!
"Buzz!"
Soon, as the curse runes merged into the strands of hair, they began to glow, writhing like spirit snakes as they pointed in a specific direction, as if guiding the way.
"It's done. Just follow the direction the hair points,"
Mopo said, exhaling deeply.
"That kid is in a hidden space. If you reach a point where the hair starts spinning and can't point any further, it means you've encountered a spatial rift. Break through the space, and you'll find him."
"Thank you,"
Qin Chuan casually said as he grabbed the strands of hair, then turned to Ye Lingshuang:
"Lingshuang, the journey ahead may be dangerous. Stay here for now. It's safe here."
"Alright,"
Ye Lingshuang didn't object.
She knew her own strength well. Though she wasn't weak, in this situation, following along would only slow him down.
"Hmph, you think you can just tell her to stay here? Did I agree to this?"
Mopo folded her arms and snorted, adding,
"And how do you know this place is safe? Weren't you just talking about bloodshed a moment ago?"
Qin Chuan glanced at the pouting woman, shook his head with a smile, and suddenly reached out to pat her head.
It was as if he were comforting a child.
"You…"
Mopo's body trembled slightly. The anger in her eyes suddenly turned blank, her pupils dilating in a daze.
She froze in place.
Qin Chuan, however, simply smiled and, following the guidance of the hair, transformed into a beam of white light and shot into the sky.
After a while.
Mopo finally came to her senses.
Her face flushed slightly, and with an awkward expression, she looked at Ye Lingshuang and pointed in the direction Qin Chuan had gone, as if struggling to find something to say:
"H-how did he figure this place was safe? It's not that secure… just ordinary, really."
Ye Lingshuang remained expressionless, saying nothing.
However, inside, she grew more wary of Mopo, even harboring a faint trace of hostility.
In Ye Lingshuang's view, this woman was not simple!
This woman had clearly been causing a scene just now, accusing Brother Qin of something, forcing a bond between her and him.
What a cunning woman!
Meanwhile, deep beneath the Wushen Temple, a middle-aged man in a radiant robe sat cross-legged in meditation. Within his body surged endless light, though it was restrained, forming a sacred, golden halo just three meters around him, making him appear godlike.
He remained motionless, like a statue, as if he hadn't stirred in a long time.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, he slowly opened his eyes, and within them, it was as if two suns were burning, his gaze piercing through the void.
"After offending so many enemies, now you expect me to act as your free bodyguard? This guy really doesn't see me as an outsider anymore."
He chuckled softly to himself.
The voice was young, contrasting sharply with his middle-aged appearance. Clearly, it was the voice of the youthful figure from Song Huai River—the free-loader youth.
The Sun-Swallowing Emperor!
A true legend of the human race, an unparalleled genius whose strength, honed over tens of thousands of years, was now unfathomable.
...
Meanwhile.
Qin Chuan, following the guidance of the hair, sped toward his destination. Wherever he passed, the very space around him seemed to explode!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
It was as if a missile skimming the surface of the water, its wake splitting the surface and leaving a long trench behind.
As he flew, he enveloped the strands of hair in a protective energy barrier, much like a lantern. Otherwise, the hairs would have long since turned to ash from the friction against the air.
Finally.
The scenario Mopo had warned about occurred—the strands of hair, like a broken compass, spun wildly in all directions.
"Break!"
Qin Chuan stomped hard on the void, unleashing the vast power of an extreme realm expert. In an instant, the space within a thousand meters shattered like glass, and a dark void filled with chaotic mist engulfed him.
"Whoosh!"
The strands of chaotic mist seemed sentient, rushing at him, trying to corrode his body.
However, the boundless destructive power emanating from Qin Chuan's body, like dark red flames, kept the mist at bay.
At that moment.
He spotted a pitch-black sphere floating in the darkness, its surface impenetrable, like a moving fortress.
"This is the place!"
Qin Chuan charged straight toward the black sphere.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
One after another, golden runes materialized in the void, forming layer upon layer of formations. These formations were so vast that they extended beyond sight.
Each grand formation was composed of thousands upon thousands of smaller formations, interlocking like gears in a massive machine.
Even the smallest formation was the size of a mountain, and each golden rune was as thick as a roadway!
"It's the Tianheng Clan."
Qin Chuan's expression grew serious, for he could sense the unique aura of the Tianheng Clan from these formations.
Moreover, the complexity of these formations was so great that even his Forbidden Red Lotus might not be able to break through.
This was an extreme realm-level formation.
"I can't waste any more time!"
Qin Chuan's eyelid twitched, sensing that if he were too late, Qin Xiaozhu would end up in a pot.
And he had no intention of eating two large bowls of sorrow.
"System, bypass the formation!"
"Ding! This is an extreme realm-level formation, extremely difficult to bypass. It will require 5,000 'Patriarch Points' to proceed."
The system, as usual, sought to profit from the situation.