Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

This task, simply put, was about self-promotion.

He planned to use an old trick—hiring ghostwriters!

Back in the Jiuyang Dynasty, he had hired ghostwriters from Tingyu Pavilion to inflate his cheap son's reputation.

Now, he wanted to see if the Eastern Domain had a similar intelligence network that could help him launch a large-scale publicity campaign.

If it was a matter that could be solved with money, he'd go all out! Worst case scenario, he'd even pawn the top-tier Saint Realm spirit treasure, the Azure Lotus Sword. After all, once he completed the task, he would receive an imperial weapon, a guaranteed profit.

His plan was sound.

Unfortunately...

A few days later, he regretfully discovered that there wasn't a single intelligence organization capable of covering the vast Eastern Domain.

Moreover, after investigating the market, he learned that even if such a force existed, the manpower and resources required for such a large-scale campaign would be astronomical. Not only would selling everything he had not be enough, but even resorting to more extreme measures wouldn't help him gather the funds in such a short time.

Thus, he had to give up on this straightforward and brutish method.

So, what could he do?

Let his son cause more trouble? But what kind of trouble would make the entire Eastern Domain take notice?

Major figures rarely appeared in public, so even trying to provoke one would be nearly impossible!

And if he only targeted minor figures, it wouldn't make much of an impact.

Just like the commotion he caused at the Yellow Spring Sect a few days ago—yet, there was still no word about it.

For the vast Eastern Domain, sects like the Yellow Spring Sect, supposedly first-class powers, were a dime a dozen, hardly worth mentioning.

In fact, even if the Yellow Spring Sect were annihilated, its news would likely not be as popular as a royal scion scraping their finger the previous day…

And so.

As Qin Chuan found himself at a loss, half a month passed. The deadline for his task was only a month.

To be safe, Qin Chuan asked the system what would happen if he failed to complete the task. The system calmly replied: I don't know.

I don't know!!

But this response made Qin Chuan immediately think of countless possible outcomes: losing his cultivation, losing his arms, losing his legs, or perhaps even losing three legs…

Fortunately, fate opened a window.

A few days later, he received astonishing news—Divine Mist Mountain, controlled by the fallen royal Lu family, would soon hold its once-every-four-year "Sunset Mist Day," and the Lu family's young master had invited all the prodigies of the Eastern Domain to come witness the mist!

Upon receiving the news, Qin Chuan quickly inquired about Divine Mist Mountain and soon understood the gist.

It turned out that every four years, due to the shifting trajectory and angle of the sun, a miraculous mist would appear over Divine Mist Mountain.

This mist wasn't just stunningly beautiful; it also contained profound mysteries. By observing the divine mist, one could gain enlightenment!

How could he possibly miss out on such an opportunity?

...

Divine Mist Mountain, towering into the clouds.

It stood straight and tall, like an upright sword, with no soil or vegetation—entirely a mountain of stone.

However, today, Divine Mist Mountain looked especially different from usual.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Brilliant mist reflected off the tall, straight peak, forming a total of seven layers of colorful light, precisely the dispersion of light—seven-colored mist!

Legend had it that the secrets of all things growing in the world were hidden within sunlight, making it the greatest mystery in existence.

And this mountain, with its peculiar magnetic field, seemed to unveil just a fraction of that mystery.

At this moment, the area surrounding the mountain was teeming with people.

Not far from Divine Mist Mountain stood a shorter peak called Lansheng Peak.

On Lansheng Peak stood pavilions and towers, resembling an immortal palace, with numerous seats arranged.

"Today, everyone who comes can, in theory, freely observe the divine mist."

"However, the quality of the viewing spots varies, and Lansheng Peak is the best location for watching the mist, offering the best results."

"Moreover, the Lu family's young master has prepared seats on Lansheng Peak. Anyone who reaches the peak will become an honored guest of the Lu family's young master! If one can establish ties with him, it would provide a significant boost to their future prospects."

"Look, the light barrier around Lansheng Peak has disappeared! It's time to climb!"

Immediately, the crowd surged forward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

One figure after another dashed toward Lansheng Peak, fast as lightning.

No one dared to fly.

The Lu family had set a rule: anyone wishing to ascend Lansheng Peak had to climb step by step. And the climbing process itself was a test.

Lansheng Peak had nine hundred steps, and each step contained its own pressure, growing stronger with each one.

Most people wouldn't make it to the top.

Moreover, the seats at the top were limited, and with more people than seats, there would be competition during the climb.

Bang, bang, bang!

"Ah!!"

"You attacked me!"

"Take this punch!"

"Get down!"

Soon, chaos erupted on the steps of Lansheng Peak.

One figure after another was sent flying, either from the pressure of the steps or from being knocked off by others.

Yet still, more kept charging forward.

The scene was chaotic.

At the top of Lansheng Peak, inside a luxurious pavilion.

A cold, aloof young man with a scar on his forehead stood before a carved railing, looking down indifferently at the commotion below.

He was none other than the young master of the Lu family—Lu Chong!

"Young master, why invite these people? They're just ants. Even if we make connections with them, they'll only cling to the Lu family. It won't provide us with any substantial benefits."

Behind him, an elder in rough clothes asked.

Lu Chong looked up at the sky, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Last time, Qi Huang hosted the Golden Lotus Tournament and won over the hearts of many. He's already found his personal battle servant. I can't afford to fall behind!"

Hearing this, the elder's expression turned serious.

A personal battle servant.

This was equivalent to a death warrior. Almost every direct descendant of a royal family needed to have a personal battle servant.

However, the criteria for choosing one were extremely strict—they had to be absolutely loyal and highly talented, with tremendous potential!

The personal battle servant would grow alongside their master and, at critical moments, be willing to sacrifice their life without hesitation.

Clearly, neither status nor wealth alone could make a true genius willingly become a personal battle servant. It required the master's charisma to inspire genuine admiration.

Thus, finding a personal battle servant was one of the measures of a royal prodigy's excellence.

So far, he had lost to Qi Huang!

At present, Qi Huang was undoubtedly the most prominent among the younger generation in the Eastern Domain.

How could Lu Chong be content to lag behind?!

Boom, boom, boom!

Thud!

"Ah! My kidney!"

Meanwhile, the battle on the steps remained fierce. But some of the stronger talents were already emerging.

"Get lost!"

A bald, muscular man, bare-chested with two cleavers hanging from chains around his neck, threw a punch, sending over ten people flying with his wild and unstoppable strength.

"Kill!"

A handsome young man in blue, who appeared gentle, unleashed a red sword light with a casual swing, exuding a terrifying killing intent that drove many people away in fear.

"Cloud Palm!"

A one-armed young man with blue hair unleashed a powerful palm strike, sweeping away all obstacles in front of him with overwhelming force!

There were many such geniuses.

The Eastern Domain was vast, and talented individuals were as numerous as the stars. Each one possessed unique gifts and opportunities.

At this moment, a young man dressed in black appeared.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three halos appeared around him, and though he was only at the fifth level of the Tongtian Realm, his aura was comparable to that of someone at the seventh level. He charged forward like a human-shaped beast!

This person was Qin Zi.

"Father said I should be more arrogant, stop at nothing, and cause as much chaos as possible… But how do I act arrogant?"

"Whatever, I'll just do my best. I may not understand everything, but as long as I follow my father's words, it should be fine. After all, would my father ever mislead me?"