Chapter 12: Young Calamity Power, Which One Did You Drop Into the River?

“Oh, heavens! Slaying Grandmasters with just one sword strike each? Am I really seeing this? Is he truly a member of our Qin Family?”

“Second-Layer Sword Intent! It’s actually Second-Layer Sword Intent! With such terrifying talent, once he grows stronger, he could probably match even the Heaven’s Pride prodigies from the Holy Lands!”

After witnessing Qin Xuan’s intimidating power, even Qin Daorong and Qin Jinglong—Grandmasters who prided themselves on having seen much of the world—were filled with immense shock deep inside.

“Granduncle Daorong, Uncle Jinglong, there are too many onlookers in front of Qin Manor. Please disperse them for now.”

After landing, Qin Xuan spoke to Qin Daorong and Qin Jinglong. Then he walked slowly towards Su Nianshuang standing nearby.

“H-he… he called me what? Granduncle?”

Qin Daorong spoke excitedly, his voice trembling.

Being called ‘Granduncle’ by a peerless prodigy who had grasped Second-Layer Sword Intent while still in the Divine Martial Realm… Qin Daorong felt like even if he died right now, it would be worth it.

“Hah! Can’t you be a bit more composed? Look at that dumbstruck expression of yours!”

Qin Jinglong scolded Qin Daorong while fighting to suppress the corners of his mouth from lifting upwards.

But for some reason today, the curve of his lips was harder to press down than his spear… ahem, than that time he encountered the top courtesan in the pleasure house.

Meanwhile, Qin Xuan had also arrived before Su Nianshuang.

Gazing at that beautiful yet bloodstained face, and recalling her tragic past, Qin Xuan couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity well up within him.

“Miss Su, now that the Patriarch of the Han Family is dead, what are your plans next?”

Qin Xuan looked at Su Nianshuang and asked.

“I… I don’t know where to go either…”

Staring at the handsome young man before her, Su Nianshuang also felt at a loss.

She felt immense gratitude towards Qin Xuan.

It was Qin Xuan who had defended her when everyone spat insults, using a single punch to silence the crowd.

Later, it was Qin Xuan who killed the Han Patriarch with a sword strike, saving her life and avenging part of her blood feud.

Each matter alone was enough for Su Nianshuang to dedicate her entire being to repay.

Even if her repayment meant just serving as a maid by his side for the rest of her life, Su Nianshuang was willing!

But then she remembered her Calamity Physique and the misfortune it brought upon others she was close to. Instantly, she dismissed that idea.

Perhaps the best way to repay him… was to silently watch over and protect this young man in white from the shadows for the rest of her days?

“If you’re unsure of where to go, why not stay in the Qin Family?”

At that moment, a gentle, pleasant voice rang out.

Qin Xuan turned and saw Ji Yingyue gracefully walking forward. She wore a long purple gown that elegantly hugged her curves. A hint of a smile graced her stunningly beautiful face.

“Yingyue! Why did you come out? How’s your body? Have you recovered?”

Qin Xuan hurried over and asked with concern, given Ji Yingyue had just given birth the day before.

“Husband, rest assured. I am the Holy Maiden of Tai Xuan! I’m not that fragile!”

Ji Yingyue replied with a soft laugh.

Warriors naturally recovered much faster than ordinary people. And Ji Yingyue was a Grandmaster possessing the Purple Phoenix Divine Body!

Besides, truth be told, she had been behind Qin Xuan the moment he stepped outside Qin Manor.

She saw everything: Qin Xuan quelling the crowd with a single punch, and his heroic stance as he slew Grandmasters with single sword strikes.

She just knew that this young man in white, her chosen husband, would once again create miracles!

“Your name is Su Nianshuang, isn’t it?”

After answering Qin Xuan, Ji Yingyue turned to Su Nianshuang.

“Y… yes.”

Looking at the breathtakingly beautiful woman before her, Su Nianshuang couldn’t help but feel a sense of unworthiness within.

Not in terms of looks, of course. Both Ji Yingyue and Su Nianshuang possessed looks that could topple cities and kingdoms. It was simply that their styles were different.

Ji Yingyue, the Saintess of Tai Xuan, possessed peerless grace—bright, stunning beauty coupled with dignified, open, and spirited demeanor.

Su Nianshuang, due to her Calamity Physique and tragic past, appeared calm yet fragile, carrying an air of poignant, heartbreaking beauty.

What made Su Nianshuang feel inferior was precisely Ji Yingyue’s vibrant, radiant temperament, which seemed far more immediately appealing.

“Then I’ll call you Sister Nianshuang. I was behind Qin Manor’s gate and overheard about your past, Sister Nianshuang. It truly inspires pity!”

“Since Sister Nianshuang has nothing holding you back now, why not stay at Qin Manor?”

Ji Yingyue said magnanimously.

“Stay at Qin Manor?”

Su Nianshuang was confused. She didn’t understand why Ji Yingyue would ask her to stay.

Seeing her confusion, Ji Yingyue walked over to Su Nianshuang’s side, leaned in close, and whispered something into her ear.

When Su Nianshuang heard it, her alabaster face flushed crimson. A flicker of yearning sparked within her eyes.

But then, it was as if Su Nianshuang suddenly remembered something. She vigorously shook her head.

“No! I can’t! I am the Maiden of Calamity! I would bring you misfortune!”

Though yearning lingered, Su Nianshuang was still terrified of bringing bad luck to Qin Xuan.

“Maiden of Calamity? Ha!” Ji Yingyue scoffed dismissively, then patiently explained, “Don’t spout such nonsense spread by ignorant fools! That so-called misfortune is merely wisps of Calamity Power leaking during the early cultivation phases of the Calamity Physique!”

“The main reasons it affected those around you before: First, your realm was too low back then, and your mastery over Calamity Power was practically non-existent. Second, most people you encountered weren’t warriors—they were ordinary folk!”

“The higher a warrior’s cultivation realm, the lesser the impact of Calamity Power. At the peak of martial arts, one can shatter the heavens themselves! Why fear a tiny bit of Calamity Power?”

“Moreover, records in the Scripture Pavilion of my Holy Land mention…”

“In the early stages of the Calamity Physique, practicing alongside someone possessing a constitution of extreme yang attributes… or a warrior who has grasped Intent… can suppress the influence of the leaking Calamity Power. This persists until the Calamity Physique holder gains full control over their own Calamity Power!”

Hearing this explanation, Qin Xuan couldn’t help but inwardly marvel.

As expected of a Holy Land’s Saintess! Her knowledge truly surpasses what we country bumpkins know.

“Therefore, whether it’s cultivation realm, or the possession of Intent or a special physique… within the entire Azure Dragon Dynasty… this is absolutely the best place for you!”

Ji Yingyue raised her right hand. Slender threads of Purple Phoenix Divine Flame swirled around her fingertips as she spoke smilingly.

“Does that mean… as long as I cultivate alongside you, I can avoid causing disasters?”

After Ji Yingyue’s explanation, Su Nianshuang’s eyes, deep as autumn water, suddenly lit up with hope.

If what Ji Yingyue said was true… then that whispered promise earlier… seemed actually possible!

“My Purple Phoenix Divine Flame is indeed a fire-based divine power, but it can’t quite be called ‘extreme yang’!”

Ji Yingyue shook her head upon hearing this.

Su Nianshuang saw the gesture, and the light in her eyes faded once more.

“However…” Ji Yingyue changed tack, extinguishing the purple flame between her fingers as she turned to look to her other side, “…might you have forgotten someone else more suitable right over there?”

Su Nianshuang’s dimmed eyes brightened instantly. She whirled her head around to look in that direction.

There, standing to the side…

Qin Xuan held a dazzling, golden wad of Solar Divine Power blazing intensely in his left palm.

A viciously sharp strand of Sword Qi charged with Second-Layer Sword Intent hummed above his right palm.

His handsome, chiseled face broke into a clear, bright smile…

Young Calamity Power, huh? Which one did you drop into the river?

Was it this wad of Solar Divine Power, so blazingly hot, so brimming with Ultimate Yang?

Or this strand of Sword Qi, so fiercely sharp, imbued with the might of Second-Layer Sword Intent?