Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

King Jinpeng had called for all young talents at or above the Emperor Realm to gather.

But how does one define who is considered a "young person"?

"Young" is, in fact, a relative term.

To middle-aged individuals, teenagers and children are young. But to the elderly, even middle-aged people can be considered young!

In some smaller places, a Tongtian Realm cultivator might be considered part of the older generation. However, in more prominent places, even those at the Emperor Realm are still considered young.

So how exactly does one judge whether someone belongs to the younger generation or the older one?

It primarily depends on growth!

As long as a person is still in a period of growth and their strength continues to rise rapidly, they are considered young.

It's similar to bamboo shoots.

Many bamboo shoots grow taller than old bamboo, but as long as they continue growing and have not yet fully matured, they are still considered bamboo shoots!

Generally, the higher the overall level of a place, the broader the definition of "young people."

And among King Jinpeng's descendants, unless someone is utterly untalented, they can typically reach the Emperor Realm. So, within Jinpeng Ridge, those at the Emperor Realm are still considered young. Even those at the early Quasi-Emperor stage might be included.

At this moment, numerous golden rocs flew in from all directions, transforming into human forms as they respectfully stood behind King Jinpeng.

"Ancestor."

"Grandfather."

"Great-Grandfather."

"Father."

These young people addressed King Jinpeng in various ways, representing different generations, all competing on the same stage.

Many of them appeared to be of similar age, but their actual generations were vastly different, making the scene feel oddly peculiar.

There was nothing to be done about it.

King Jinpeng, though old, remained vigorous, constantly producing offspring.

Full of energy, he continued the cycle of life!

"A guest has come to challenge us. Go forth and give it your all. Whether you win or lose, remember that the competition comes first, and friendship comes second."

King Jinpeng spoke with authority.

"Yes!" the young talents responded in unison, unaware of the slightly odd phrasing in his words.

Perhaps King Jinpeng himself didn't even realize he had misspoken — though Qin Chuan noticed, he pretended not to.

At this moment, Qin Chuan was infinitely tolerant.

"Go on."

Qin Chuan looked at Qin Zi and smiled.

"Watch me!"

Qin Zi responded with a confident grin, flexing his hands before soaring into the sky, landing at the center of the floating battle platform.

"Who will challenge me first?"

Standing proudly in the middle of the arena, Qin Zi extended a hand, his gaze sweeping arrogantly over the crowd, exuding an air of dominance.

The young warriors of Jinpeng Ridge exchanged hesitant glances, secretly communicating via sound transmissions.

"This person is no ordinary figure."

"Who is he? I don't recall ever seeing him before."

"This young man is dressed in black, and the middle-aged man behind him, in white, seems to be his father. For some reason, they remind me of that…"

"No way!"

"If it were that infamous demon from White Crane Palace, he would've already started slaughtering people. He wouldn't be so polite to our ancestor!"

"Right, he must be a hidden expert."

After some quick discussions and guesses, they all concluded that Qin Chuan was likely a reclusive powerhouse, avoiding the obvious answer.

With this conclusion, their anxiety lessened, and they felt more ready to fight.

"I will face you!"

The first to step forward was a Seven Tribulation Emperor. His entire body radiated golden light, like a blazing sun as he charged onto the platform.

His aura was overwhelming.

But before he could even land, a tremendous force slammed into his face, sending him spiraling through the air.

"Boom!"

He crashed into a distant mountain, embedding himself in the rock, barely clinging to life.

"Someone with a cultivation lower than mine dares challenge me? Do you really think you can defeat me through a realm leap?"

Qin Zi sneered.

"Boom!"

With a wave of his hand, the aura of a Nine Tribulation Emperor erupted, forming a beam of light that shot into the sky, churning the clouds.

"A Nine Tribulation Emperor!"

"We underestimated him. His aura was so well-concealed that none of us noticed his true strength."

"Could his power surpass our own?"

"He must be using some secret technique. There's no way he's stronger than our Little Ancestor."

"Exactly, our Little Ancestor has already reached the Quasi-Emperor stage!"

The young elites of Jinpeng Ridge whispered among themselves, occasionally glancing at a regal-looking figure clad in golden robes.

This was their Little Ancestor — the youngest son of King Jinpeng, Xiao Pengwang, who had just turned sixty and had already broken through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm!

At this moment.

Xiao Pengwang also furrowed his brow slightly as he listened to the discussions. Indeed, he hadn't been able to discern Qin Zi's exact strength earlier.

However, like the others, he believed that Qin Zi must have used some method to conceal his power.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to remain unreadable.

Absolutely impossible!

"I will fight you!"

At that moment, a Nine Tribulation Emperor shot into the sky, landing on the platform and launching an attack at Qin Zi.

"Jinpeng Heaven-Rending Art!"

With a loud shout, a golden-winged roc flew out from behind him, radiating dazzling light as it clawed toward Qin Zi.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

The golden roc was surrounded by sharp edges, cutting through everything in its path. Its massive claws, gleaming like polished metal, seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart!

"Tear the heavens? I'll tear you apart!"

Qin Zi roared as he reached toward the sky with both hands. Two massive hands of energy materialized, grabbing the diving golden roc and violently ripping it apart.

"Rip—!"

The golden roc was torn in half on the spot, and golden blood rained down, creating a stunning scene.

"I've got you!"

At that moment, a figure appeared in front of Qin Zi, landing a punch on his abdomen with an excited expression.

But the next moment.

The excited grin on his face froze because, to his surprise, the man he'd struck didn't fly backward.

He looked up slowly to see Qin Zi smiling down at him. Then, a powerful gust of wind hit him square in the face.

"Slap—!"

"Ah, lo-lo-lo-lo…"

The pain on his face sent him spinning through the air like a top. As air rushed into his mouth during the spin, his tongue swirled around, making a strange sound.

(This sound can be imagined like the spinning slap sound effect in The Million Jokes when Li Jing and Taiyi Zhenren are slapped by Nezha.)

"Too weak."

Qin Zi stood still, lightly rotating his wrist as he remarked casually.

"Don't get cocky!"

"I'll take you on!"

The young warriors of Jinpeng Ridge, who had always prided themselves on their superiority, were now incensed by such disdain. One by one, they stepped forward to fight.

But they were all swiftly defeated.

It was a complete one-sided battle.

"I'll fight!"

Another powerful Peak Emperor was preparing to step up, but Qin Zi dismissively waved his hand. "There's no need. You're not even close. It's meaningless for you to come forward. Let you fight."

He pointed directly at the one figure who had been standing quietly among the crowd, seemingly detached from the unfolding events — Xiao Pengwang!

Whoosh!

The crowd gasped, staring at Qin Zi in disbelief.

"What?! He's challenging the Little Ancestor?!"

"So arrogant!"

"Hmph! Does he think he can challenge a Quasi-Emperor just because he defeated a few Emperor-level warriors? Who does he think he is?"

"Our Little Ancestor has been a prodigy from the Emperor Realm and is now a Quasi-Emperor. How dare he show such disrespect?"

The crowd was outraged.

But Xiao Pengwang remained calm.

He slowly turned to look at Qin Zi, his golden eyes cold and indifferent, like a god gazing down at an insect. In a calm voice, he said:

"You are a talent, but why seek humiliation?"