Qinchuan felt that he understood. Maybe he could only understand the limits of what he could understand at the moment.
This was a problem of one's vision.
"Qinchuan, what are your plans for the future?" Madam Lang asked with a smile.
"Auntie, I want to go to a bigger world," Qinchuan said.
Madam Lang smiled. "Are power and status really that important to a man?"
Qinchuan shook his head. "Actually, I don't care about status. I just want power to be able to protect the people I want to protect. However, I have to work hard to improve myself now. I want to find my friend. I want to find her, and she has to be very, very strong."
"Your friend is a girl, right?" Madam Lang smiled at Qinchuan.
"Yes!" Qinchuan nodded.
"Good, then work hard. Auntie supports you," Madam Lang said with a smile.
Lang Ji looked at Qinchuan. He knew that Qinchuan probably didn't only have his daughter. As a father, he naturally wanted his daughter to be happy, but he didn't know what to say.
His status and strength were incomparably glorious, but when it came to the matter of his daughter, he was powerless.
He respected his daughter's choice, but he was afraid that she wouldn't be happy.
He was very satisfied with Qinchuan, and most importantly, his daughter was satisfied.
Contentment was happiness. Previously, they were worried that their daughter was too arrogant and might not be able to find a man she liked. Now that she did, she should be happy.
…
Normally, the competition would be over at this point.
The last one was a multi-person battle. Because it was easy to have casualties, the requirements were stricter. Very few people participated, and it was more of a demonstration.
Every time, before the multi-person battle, one to three candidates would be chosen.
This was decided by the judges after discussion.
This time, Qinchuan became the candidate without any controversy.
When it was announced, many people cheered, and many were envious. Only Qinchuan was calm, as though he knew it would be like this.
Qinchuan saw the Saint smiling at him. That smile was like a spring breeze, and only Qinchuan could feel the bone-chilling coldness in it.
However, Qinchuan didn't really care. Currently, Qinchuan had more than enough power to protect himself.
Now, he had a better understanding of the Saint Gate.
The Sacred Gate might have existences that surpassed almighty existences, but they were definitely very, very few, so few that it was hard to imagine. Furthermore, they definitely wouldn't appear in a battle between a few Prospective Saints and Saints.
As long as the Holy Gate wasn't destroyed, existences like the Holy Gate wouldn't care even if the world was turned upside down.
As long as he didn't surpass Almighties, Qinchuan felt that he could play around.
Qinchuan stepped onto the stage.
The Grand Elder announced that Qinchuan was the eleventh candidate.
Qinchuan looked at this old man. He was thin and weak, but his figure was ramrod straight, and he had a scholarly air to him. His forehead was broad, and he seemed to be in high spirits. His bright eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and it made one feel as if there was nowhere to hide in front of him.
"Many thanks to the Grand Elder!" Qinchuan expressed his gratitude.
Qinchuan couldn't see through the Grand Elder, so when he expressed his gratitude, even Qinchuan didn't know how sincere he was.
After becoming a Prospective Saint, he would have a high-class manor, and he would be able to enjoy a lot more resources. It was a pity that Qinchuan didn't have any sense of belonging to this Prospective Saint. To him, this was a hypocritical place where he didn't have any sense of belonging.
However, Qinchuan knew that he would be able to put everything down very soon. At most, in a week's time, Lang Ji would appear.
At that time, everything would naturally be faced by Lang Ji.
Qinchuan didn't go to any manor to stay, and he only went to take a look.
He went with Lang Yuan.
When he came out, a group of people walked over.
Qinchuan recognized one of them.
Jian Ming!
Back then, he had a deep impression of this person. He had comprehended a lot from Jian Ming's moves and concept.
Sword Willow City's Jian family was also a branch of the Sacred Gate, Sword Willow Sacred Gate.
At the front was a man who showed off his abilities. He was very young, but he didn't look like a brat.
He had an awe-inspiring demonic aura, but he wasn't from the demon race.
Qinchuan suddenly thought of a person.
One of the Prospective Saints, Sword Demon. Moreover, he was someone who had the ability to compete with the Saint.
"Hello Mr Qin, I am the Sword Demon of Sword Willow City. Nice to meet you." The man smiled.
As the saying went, one wouldn't slap a smiling person. Qinchuan smiled. "Nice to meet you too."
Although Qinchuan didn't know why this Sword Demon was here, he could guess a little.
It was already clear that the Sword Demon and the Saint were rivals.
It seemed like this Sword Willow City wasn't simple.
As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend. The few of them sat down in the courtyard of Qinchuan's new residence.
"Mr Qin, I don't like to beat around the bush. You should be able to tell that I don't get along with the Saint. I also have some news that I want to tell you. If Mr Qin doesn't believe me, you can pretend that I didn't say anything. I want to be friends and cooperate with Mr Qin, but I can guarantee that what I said is true." The Sword Demon looked at Qinchuan and said.
"Mr Sword, please speak." Qinchuan smiled and nodded.
The Sword Demon mainly talked about the Saint's intentions towards Lang Yuan, as well as the dangers that Qinchuan would face after becoming a Prospective Saint.
Qinchuan knew that the Sword Demon was speaking the truth.
"Brother Qin, although I am a Prospective Saint, I have never thought of becoming a Saint or fighting for the position of the Sect Leader. I just want to kill the Saint for revenge." The Sword Demon said.
Qinchuan was stunned. So much hatred?
"To tell you the truth, my wife, the woman I love the most, committed suicide after he insulted her." The Sword Demon hesitated and said.
In fact, very few people knew about this matter.
Qinchuan didn't expect the Sword Demon to say such private things. He thought that even if Lang Ji controlled the Sacred Sect, she would need many people's help.
"Brother Sword, then we will be brothers on the same side in the future. And I guarantee that your wish will definitely come true." Qinchuan smiled.
The Sword Demon was stunned and a little excited. He looked at Qinchuan eagerly. "Really?"
"Of course, let's wait and see. It won't be long." Qinchuan smiled.
…
Very quickly, a week passed and the battles were coming to an end.
Today, the Saint suddenly appeared on the martial stage.
"It's the Saint!"
"So handsome, such a perfect man."
"He's just a lowly person who used despicable methods to become the Saint. If Lang Ji was here, he wouldn't even have a chance."
"The winner is the king and the loser is the thief. No matter what, the one who stands until the end is the winner in life."
"The Sacred Martial Meet is coming to an end. As everyone can see, there's a person who performed very outstandingly and became a Prospective Saint. Everyone knows that I like to spar with powerful people. Therefore, I'm issuing a challenge to him today," said the Saint with a smile.
Qinchuan smiled and looked at the Saint on the stage. He didn't say anything, nor did he move.
"Qinchuan, I challenge you. Do you dare to accept?" The Saint suppressed the anger in his heart and smiled.