Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

Not long after, Bai Yichen and the city guards left, maintaining their politeness throughout the visit.

This made Qin Chuan reflect.

Not all young nobles are wastrels; many heirs of prominent families are often well-mannered and outstanding.

This is what true nobility looks like! "This person's cultivation is rather intriguing. He seems to be at the Yuan Dan Realm, yet something feels off…"

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes.

But soon, he stopped pondering over it. It wasn't his business, and he didn't care to investigate further.

What if he's a peerless genius?

If he ever became an enemy of his son, Qin Chuan would just defeat him with a simple attack.

"Hmm, now that the kid is off buying servants, I can get to some business of my own."

Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on his face.

He left the room, exited the courtyard through the back door, and changed into a large black cloak in a secluded corner.

A mysterious figure was born!!

For extra precaution, he also donned a mask.

Now, he was completely incognito.

He merged into the bustling crowd on the backstreet behind the courtyard.

Minghao City was already a place teeming with all kinds of people, so it wasn't unusual to see someone wearing a black robe. Qin Chuan's attire wouldn't attract any attention.

Many people dressed like this when they were out and about.

After some time and inquiries from various passersby, he finally arrived at the most mysterious place in Minghao City—the underground black market.

This was a vast underground space where all sorts of shady dealings took place.

Some underground forces were so deeply entrenched that not even the City Lord's Mansion could suppress them, so they turned a blind eye.

Tingyu Tower was one such organization! Their influence spanned the entire Jiuyang Kingdom, with unfathomable resources. Their primary business was… information.

Here, as long as you had money, you could buy almost any information you wanted—or spread any rumor you desired!

In other words, they had well-trained spies as well as a vast army of trolls.

As long as the price was right, there was no information they couldn't disseminate.

The service hall of Tingyu Tower was dimly lit, with blue phosphorescent flames—commonly known as ghost fire—burning in the braziers on either side.

The atmosphere was eerie.

There were quite a few people entering the hall, and each person was led into a private room by a masked maid.

"Customer, please follow me."

A woman wearing a cat mask spoke calmly to Qin Chuan before leading him to a private room.

Qin Chuan followed her.

Once he entered the room, the woman left, and the door closed behind him, sealing him in complete darkness.

As a Pure Yang Realm expert, Qin Chuan wasn't afraid—there weren't many in Minghao City stronger than him.

"Click, click, click."

The sound of a mechanism echoed from one of the walls, and a small, glowing slit opened up.

"Are you here to buy or to spread?"

A hoarse, aged voice came through the slit.

To buy meant to purchase information.

To spread meant to spread rumors!

"Spread."

Qin Chuan didn't hesitate.

"What would you like to spread? Please write it down."

The aged voice responded, and a piece of paper, a brush, and an inkstone were passed through the slit.

Qin Chuan picked up the brush, ready to write.

But then he hesitated.

What if this ends up as evidence? So, he decisively switched to his left hand.

But he hesitated again.

It still wasn't safe enough!!

So, he spoke seriously through the slit: "Excuse me, could you please turn away for a moment?"

The old man behind the slit was clearly taken aback, but although he didn't understand why, he still closed the slit temporarily.

After all, the customer is always right.

Even in the black market, reputation was crucial.

With the slit closed, Qin Chuan took off his left shoe, gripped the brush between his toes, and started writing.

Writing with his foot was already incomprehensible, and using his left foot made it even worse… Anyone who could identify it as his writing would be a ghost!

After some time.

He finally finished this barely legible piece of paper. The writing was terrible, but if you looked closely, you could still make it out.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

He tapped on the slit, and it reopened.

"All done. I want these rumors spread throughout Minghao City within three days."

Qin Chuan returned the brush, inkstone, and paper.

The old man behind the slit took the paper, was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a strange tone: "Our fees are based on the impact of the rumors, the status of the target, and the scope of dissemination."

"Understood."

Qin Chuan replied calmly.

"The fee for your rumors will be… one hundred thousand spirit stones," the old man said in a deep voice.

"Fine."

Qin Chuan nodded. It was roughly what he had budgeted for, so he transferred one hundred thousand spirit stones using his Wanbao Trading Company gold card.

Wanbao Trading Company had its own bank, with an excellent reputation, so their gold cards were accepted throughout the Jiuyang Kingdom.

"Do you need anything else?"

The old man asked.

"No, that's all."

"Then please exit through here."

The old man spoke courteously, and it seemed he activated a mechanism because the wall on the right opened, revealing a secret passage.

"Goodbye."

Qin Chuan entered the passage.

The tunnel was long, cold, and dark. After walking for quite a while, he reached the end and found himself in a secluded corner of the street.

"Click, click, click."

He turned back to see the opening in the ground closing with the sound of gears turning.

"Time to go home. Hopefully, the kid isn't back yet, or I'll have to come up with some excuse again."

He chuckled, then asked for directions before quickly heading back to the courtyard.

When he got home, the kid wasn't back yet.

So, he let out a sigh of relief. Although he always had a thousand and one excuses ready to fool the kid, it was better not to need them in the first place.

"Ding! Your son has provoked a Pure Yang Realm Level Four expert. Your cultivation will be raised to Pure Yang Realm Level Four, and you will be invincible at this level!"

The system's voice suddenly rang out.

Qin Chuan was stunned.

Then he became overjoyed.

What's this? The kid has already learned to stir up trouble on his own? He felt proud.

So proud!

He had originally thought that getting his son to cause trouble would be difficult, but now, the kid had given him a huge surprise in no time.

"Right! What was I worrying about? True protagonists are born troublemakers. Even if I did nothing, he'd still find a way to cause trouble!"

He thought for a moment.

If he hadn't gotten the Strongest Daddy System, the kid wouldn't just be relying on his father—he'd probably be setting his father up for disaster!

"Dad, Dad, help me!"

Soon, Qin Zi's voice echoed from outside, sounding urgent and somewhat like a frightened stray dog.

"You little brat, after hitting our young lady, you think you can just run? Today, not even calling your dad or granddad will save you!"

An angry, middle-aged voice followed.

Hearing this, Qin Chuan rushed outside.

At the gate, Qin Zi was desperately fleeing, with a middle-aged man at the Yuan Dan Realm Level Nine hot on his heels.

"Huh? The kid's pretty fast."

Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow. His son's speed was nearly on par with the middle-aged man's.

Was he using some kind of treasure? Or did the old grandpa in the ring possess him?

"Die!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, then struck with a massive palm, which rumbled toward Qin Zi with overwhelming momentum.

"Dad, help me!"

Qin Zi shouted again.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan couldn't just stand by, so he flashed to his son's side.

"Boom—"

With a loud explosion, the giant palm shattered, and a powerful shockwave spread in all directions.

But Qin Chuan stood firm, unmoved.

"Huh?"

Qin Zi froze, then turned around in surprise, only to see that familiar figure standing in front of him.

Who else could it be but his dad? "Who are you, and why are you stopping me from killing this little brat?"

The middle-aged man saw Qin Chuan and immediately became cautious, as his instincts told him that this person was extremely powerful! Definitely a Pure Yang Realm expert.

"I'm his father."

Qin Chuan coldly stared at the man.

Little brat? If his son was a little brat, then what did that make him? The middle-aged man suddenly realized this, and his expression changed dramatically.

His face twitched as he carefully said, "My lord, this is all just a misunderstanding…"

Qin Chuan: "I'm just promoting my son, raising his profile—what ulterior motives could I possibly have?"