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Central Region – Qiu Clan Estate

Unknown to the tension brewing back at the hotel, Mo Jian had already arrived at the ancient Qiu clan estate.

Much like the ancient Liu clan's domain, the entire region seemed untouched by the flow of time—quiet, serene, and dignified.

The Qiu clan estate stood alone, a vast mansion sprawling across tens of kilometers. Its sheer scale and isolation testified to the grandeur and pride of the ancient clans.

Inside, both guards and servants were caught off guard when they spotted Qiu Yan walking side by side with Mo Jian.

"Wow! This is the first time I've seen the Young Miss bring a man home," one female servant whispered to her colleague, her voice trembling with excitement.

"You're right. Do you know who he is?" another asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"How would I know? But look at him—he's so handsome. I've never seen anyone like him before."

Though the servants tried to whisper discreetly, their voices carried farther than intended.

Both Qiu Yan and Mo Jian heard their chatter clearly. Qiu Yan, however, had long grown accustomed to such gossip, and Mo Jian simply didn't care enough to let it bother him.

After passing through what felt like endless courtyards and winding paths, the duo finally reached their destination.

"Take him to the guest hall," Qiu Yan instructed a servant before turning to Mo Jian. "Please wait there. I need to speak with my father first."

Mo Jian inclined his head calmly. "No problem."

As Mo Jian was escorted into the grand guest hall, word of Qiu Yan bringing a man home spread like wildfire throughout the estate.

In less than ten minutes, nearly every clansman had heard the rumor.

Seated calmly in the guest hall, Mo Jian closed his eyes in meditation while he waited.

Soon, the door creaked open.

Two young figures, a young man and a young lady, both striking in appearance, stepped inside. Their gazes were filled with open curiosity as they scrutinized Mo Jian.

"So, this is the man Qiu Yan brought home?" the girl whispered, her eyes sparkling with both envy and arrogance.

Then she crossed her arms and asked bluntly, "Are you Qiu Yan's boyfriend?"

Mo Jian raised his head briefly, regarded her for the briefest moment, and then lowered his gaze again in silence.

He had no interest in indulging spoiled children.

His indifference only fueled the girl's fury.

"Are you deaf? Don't you hear me talking to you?" she shouted, her pride wounded.

The boy beside her boiled with equal indignation.

They were descendants of the prestigious Qiu clan. For some outsider to dismiss them so casually, it was intolerable.

"Although you may be Qiu Yan's guest, that doesn't mean we won't teach you a lesson," the boy threatened, his tone sharp with arrogance.

Still, Mo Jian remained motionless, his eyes half-lidded with disinterest.

He could sense their cultivation instantly.

The boy was at the Early Core Refining Realm, Stage 2, while the girl had only just stepped into the Early Core Refining Realm, Stage 1.

To Mo Jian, their strength was laughable—like ants baring their fangs at a dragon.

But the two juniors didn't share his thoughts.

They saw only an aloof young man and mistook his indifference for weakness.

The boy's temper flared, and with it, his aura surged, pressing down on the hall with a wave of raw spiritual energy.

He glared at Mo Jian, convinced that his intimidation would force a reaction.

After all, how could some nameless outsider possibly surpass him?

Just then, a cold voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Qiu Zhi, what are you doing?"

The siblings turned to see Qiu Yan stepping into the hall.

Her expression was like frost; her sharp gaze filled with barely restrained fury.

Behind her stood a middle-aged man with an unreadable expression, exuding an air of authority.

Qiu Zhi stiffened, then quickly lowered his head and cupped his hands respectfully.

"Second Uncle, I was only trying to teach this fool a lesson."

Qiu Yan's anger flared even hotter.

She longed to lash out at Qiu Zhi herself, but she forced her temper under control for the sake of her father's presence.

The middle-aged man, Qiu Yan's father, shifted his gaze to Qiu Zhi. His expression hardened.

"And what made you think you had the right to teach him anything?" His tone was cold, brimming with unfriendliness.

Qiu Zhi and his sister froze.

Their mouths went dry, and their minds blanked.

This was not the reaction they had expected.

"Just because you bear the Qiu name, you think the world belongs to you? Hmph! Foolish children. Leave before I lose my temper," Qiu Yan's father snapped.

The siblings' faces twisted with humiliation and rage.

Being scolded like misbehaving children in front of an outsider was a blow to their pride.

They glare venomously at Mo Jian before storming out of the hall.

But in their hearts, they had already marked him as an enemy. Once he left the clan estate, they vowed they would make him pay.

When the two were gone, the atmosphere in the hall calmed. Qiu Yan turned to Mo Jian, her face softening slightly.

"Young Master, I'm sorry about that," she said in a quiet voice.

She knew better than anyone just how terrifying Mo Jian truly was. Challenging him was like bringing death upon themselves.

She did not believe Mo Jian did not have a way to make them disappear forever.

Her father, however, was struck by an entirely different thought.

He stared at his daughter, astonished by her uncharacteristic softness.

The icy, proud daughter he knew—so indifferent to every suitor—was speaking with such softness to this boy?

'What kind of charm does this young man possess?' he wondered silently.

Turning his gaze to Mo Jian, the middle-aged man studied him carefully.

At first glance, Mo Jian looked no different from any other young master, yet his presence was something else entirely.

His posture was calm, his bearing noble, and his aura unfathomable.

He did not bow beneath the weight of the Qiu clan's authority, nor did he act arrogant in return.

His composure was that of someone used to standing above others.

'Interesting…' he mused, narrowing his eyes.

Finally, he spoke, his voice deep carrying the weight of authority.

"Young man, my daughter has spoken much about you. But I would prefer to hear directly from you."