CHAPTER 256: CHAPTER 256: RARE ITEM - FORGIVENESS HAT!

"Xiao Zi, you must never reveal the fact that you’ve absorbed the primordial essence and martial fortune, or you could be killed."

Qin Chuan solemnly warned.

"Dad, I understand."

Qin Zi nodded seriously.

The world is treacherous, and it’s a crime to possess a cherished treasure—this he already knew, especially since... being too dazzling easily invites jealousy!

In truth, he didn’t fully understand.

The reason his dad said this wasn’t because he was afraid someone would plot against him, but because he feared he’d be protected by the Human Race Holy Hall!!

Indeed.

If Qin Zi’s talent, which surpassed the Divine Body, were discovered, he truly might become a key cultivation target of the Human Race Holy Hall.

After all.

Who could assure that there aren’t a few magnanimous individuals in the Holy Hall solely dedicated to the well-being of the human race?

By then, as soon as these figures spoke up, Qin Zi would instantly become the human race’s star candidate, and who would dare to harm Qin Zi?

How then would Qin Chuan’s cultivation improve?

Besides, it would become hard to earn respect notoriety since who would challenge someone destined for greatness?

Therefore.

It was crucial for Qin Zi to stay low-key, low-key, and even more low-key, so he could keep pretending to be a weakling, drawing resentment.

The demon race had already learned about Qin Zi’s fusion with primordial essence and martial fortune but would never publicize it.

Because they wanted to kill this human prodigy, and failure to do so would result in a big problem down the line!

And if the Holy Hall found out, they would surely protect Qin Zi, making it difficult to kill him...

In short.

This time, Qin Zi landed on the demon race’s must-kill blacklist, without making it onto the human race’s protection whitelist, reducing his safety index further.

Naive Qin Xiaozhu still thought that by keeping a low profile, he could stay safe forever.

Truly too young and inexperienced.

"Let’s go, leave the Purple Cloud Domain."

Qin Chuan said calmly.

"Dad, why don’t we destroy these demons and reclaim the Purple Cloud Domain?" Qin Zi asked.

"This is a game between the Human Race Holy Hall and the Demon Race Holy Hall. We don’t need to interfere, nor can we,"

Qin Chuan shook his head:

"Besides, what good is reclaiming the Purple Cloud Domain? To declare oneself the Domain Master? The Human Race Holy Hall might not even agree. And even if they did, what use is a barren wasteland to me?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zi recalled the scenes of corpses strewn everywhere and couldn’t help but sigh.

Indeed.

Everyone’s dead; what good is reclaiming it?

This land never belonged to anyone, neither humans nor demons. Whoever lives on it is just its temporary master.

"Let’s go."

After speaking, Qin Chuan led Qin Zi flying in the northeast direction, towards Green Profound Domain.

Soon, the father and son reached Green Profound Domain only to find it had also fallen.

They continued forward, but along the way, several domains had all fallen.

In fact, Qin Chuan, with his vast Martial Emperor Divine Thought, already knew the state of the next domain when they were still in another.

But he purposely passed through fallen domains to make Qin Xiaozhu believe they were wandering aimlessly.

He wasn’t wandering aimlessly at all!

He came well-prepared!!

He had long memorized the map of the Human Race Territory by heart and intended to take Qin Xiaozhu where he needed to go...

A month later.

The duo finally reached their destination—the Fiery Sun Domain!

"Sun-devouring Imperial Palace?!"

In the tavern, upon hearing that the dominant power of the Fiery Sun Domain was the Sun-devouring Imperial Palace, Qin Zi was taken aback.

He took a deep breath.

Then he tilted his head back and finished his glass of old wine, feeling both nostalgic and ambitious!

"Why come here?"

Qin Chuan feigned confusion, asking.

"Dad, don’t you know, during the time you were away, the Sun-devouring Imperial Palace sent a mysterious Elder to assess me. They said if I passed, I could compete for the position of divine son in the Sun-devouring Imperial Palace!"

Qin Zi exclaimed with emotion:

"The Elder said if I failed, he’d kill me. Now that he’s left without killing me, it means I passed."

"Originally, I didn’t care about this so-called divine son position. But now, here we are in the Fiery Sun Domain by some extraordinary turn of fate."

He sighed again:

"Ah, maybe this is destiny’s arrangement; I have no choice but to become the divine son of the Sun-devouring Imperial Palace!"

Qin Chuan concealed a laugh at the humblebrag in his son’s tone, amused that the kid was showing off even to his dad.

Yet he didn’t expose him, calmly asking, "Do you really want to be this divine son?"

"As if!"

Qin Zi stood abruptly, his expression serious:

"The divine son of merely the Sun-devouring Imperial Palace? It adds nothing to me. As your son, I disdain such insignificant glory and status. I wouldn’t fight for this flashy but empty position just for the name!"

He took a deep breath, eyes filled with ambition as he gazed out the window at the sky, clenching his fists:

"What I want... is nothing more than to compete against other divine son candidates, defeating them, and honing my Martial Dao!"

His voice was bold and spirited.

With a matching expression.

Yet, even so, as he gazed into the distance, he couldn’t help but steal a glance at his father’s reaction from the corner of his eye...

Qin Chuan merely smiled without speaking.

Qin Xiaozhu instantly grew nervous.

After a while, Qin Chuan said, "You’ve grown up. Do whatever you want. As long as you have the ability, don’t worry too much."

Qin Zi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Then he winked, asking, "What if I go around doing bad things, do as I please, is that okay too?"

More than okay...

It’s perfect!!!

This was Qin Chuan’s inner thought.

Of course, he couldn’t say that, so he calmly replied, "Of course—just as long as you don’t get killed."

Qin Zi immediately shrank back.

Best to stay on the good side, then.

After all, evil never triumphs over good; bad guys do get beaten to death, and Qin Xiaozhu’s initial intention of being a good person was simply cowardice.

After chatting for a bit longer, Qin Zi returned to his room, as it was out of the question for them to squeeze into one room.

It’s not like they were short on cash!

One was a Martial Emperor, the other a Realm Emperor—sharing a tavern room would be such a laughingstock if people found out.

"Did you hear that..."

Just then, a familiar tone rang out from downstairs, suggesting some earth-shattering news was about to be shared.

But the next moment, it was abruptly cut off:

"No, not interested."

The person who was about to share the news was stunned and, realizing he’d provoked someone not to be trifled with, had to swallow his grievances:

"Oh, then never mind."

And that was the end of it.

Yes, that’s it!

Qin Chuan wasn’t bothered; he knew this kind of scenario was common in every tavern.

They were all rumors that spread through multiple channels, taken up by some nobodies as conversation pieces.

In truth, these weren’t any real secrets, at least not to someone of Qin Chuan’s stature, and held little value.

At most, it touched on matters involving the Realm Emperor level, which a Martial Emperor couldn’t care less about.

So why did he encounter them if they were meaningless to Qin Chuan?

Because the world never revolves around one person; everything that happens is destined to occur.

Running into it is just a coincidence.

"Time for the lottery."

Qin Chuan focused his mind on the lottery card engraved with "Where is my son, Fengxian?" at the back.

"Buzz!"

As his thought touched the card, it burst into light and slowly flipped over.

"Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained three Forgiveness Hats!"

"Note: A Forgiveness Hat, as the name suggests, once you place it on someone, no matter what you’ve done, you’ll be forgiven—a super rare item, applicable below Divine Realm!"

Qin Chuan paused, stupefied.

This...

He took a deep breath, suddenly struck by inspiration, and asked, "System, what would happen if I wore the hat myself?"

Currently unmarried, he had no qualms about this question, asking purely out of scientific curiosity.

"Uh... bzzt bzzt bzzt..."

The system stuttered, then emitted a buzzing electrical sound, as if challenged by an unresolvable problem, and short-circuited.