Fuhai District.

The setting sun slanted through the window, illuminating the room.

The rosewood furniture was bathed in a faint golden glow, and fine dust motes danced in the sunbeams.

Qin Yang was lounging on the sofa, leisurely scrolling through the news on his phone and enjoying a comfortable life.

"Here, Master, open wide—ahhh."

Xiaobai held a blue-and-white porcelain bowl in one hand. After pouting her lips and blowing on the medicinal meal to cool it, she carefully brought the spoon to Qin Yang’s mouth. "Be careful, don’t burn yourself."

Qin Yang opened his mouth and accepted the spoonful of food, his eyes never leaving his phone.

Though it was called a medicinal meal, it was actually like a sweet, sticky rice porridge. The grains were plump and glistening, and it was delightfully sweet and smooth.

"Is it good, Master?"

Xiaobai blinked. "It shouldn’t be bitter, right? Your servant added so many extra steps."

"Not bad. It tastes great."

Qin Yang nodded, chewed a few mouthfuls of the medicinal porridge, and swallowed. He then let out a satisfied burp.

Thanks to Xiaobai’s care these past few days, he had almost fully recovered.

Of course, it wasn’t just Xiaobai’s help; the tonics from others also played a huge part.

Ever since the news broke that Qin Yang, the Young Master, was injured, the entire upper echelon of Jianghai had been in an uproar. The aftershocks spread so far that they even alarmed officials in the Imperial Capital, who immediately sent people overnight with all sorts of medicinal herbs, like Dragon Marrow Mushrooms and Celestial Grass...

Many even wanted to use this as an opportunity to visit him personally!

Just as people were about to flock over,

Elder Li and the Commander quickly intercepted them, turning away all outside visitors on the grounds that the Young Master needed to recuperate in peace.

With such preferential treatment, Qin Yang didn’t have to lift a finger while lying in bed.

The raw ingredients for his recovery were delivered to Fuhai District in a continuous stream every day, where they were then personally prepared by Xiaobai.

"Master, the porridge is all gone."

Xiaobai stirred the empty bowl and ran toward the kitchen. "Your servant will go make another bowl."

"Mm."

Qin Yang watched Xiaobai run off. He had been lazing around at home these past few days, and it was thanks to this little fox keeping him company that he wasn’t bored. Li Daoming and the others also visited frequently.

They helped pass the time and even mentioned many secret affairs of the various families and the Police Chief.

The days passed leisurely.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door. Xiaobai, who was halfway to the kitchen, eagerly put down her bowl and ran back to open it.

It was Li Qinghe.

"Why is it you, you nasty woman?"

Xiaobai frowned, crossing her arms with a look of disgust. "Got nothing better to do? Here to get special treatment from my master again!"

"Hmph? Am I that kind of person?"

Li Qinghe’s gaze went past Xiaobai’s shoulder, landing on Qin Yang behind her. "Master told me to come. Don’t block the way."

Half an hour ago, Qin Yang had suddenly sent her a text. After receiving the message, she had dropped what she was doing and rushed right over.

"Since you’re here, come and have a seat."

Hearing her voice, Qin Yang pushed himself up from the sofa and slipped his feet into his slippers. "I remember hearing the Hall Master mention in passing that your Li Family has some sort of Spatial Magical Artifact, a family heirloom, was it?

Do you remember anything about that?"

"Master, are you talking about the Void Spirit Bottle?"

Li Qinghe walked over to the coffee table, her brow slightly furrowed. "That’s right. The Void Spirit Bottle is our Li Family’s heirloom. It was crafted by our ancestors using a Void Crystal and a Spatial Array."

"Yes, that’s the one!"

Hearing this, Qin Yang nodded in satisfaction.

When Li Daoming came to visit a couple of days ago, he had only mentioned it by chance.

But the memory was still fresh in his mind.

’After all, a top-tier Spatial Treasure can hold an incredible amount, far more than a small Spiritual Artifact like the Star Ring.’

’It’s perfect for my upcoming plan!’

With this in mind, Qin Yang looked at Li Qinghe and said bluntly,

"This Void Spirit Bottle would be useful to your master. If I wanted to borrow it, do you think you could pull some strings for me?"

He added, "Of course, I won’t let the Li Family help for free. If you need anything, just ask. I should be able to satisfy most requests, depending on what they are."

"Huh?"

Li Qinghe was taken aback again. "Master, what do you need the Void Spirit Bottle for?"

The Void Spirit Bottle was the Li Family’s heirloom. It was extremely difficult to borrow and was not normally lent to outsiders.

But then she thought about all the hard work Qin Yang had done for Jianghai these past few days. Li Qinghe hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

"Never mind, your disciple won’t ask any more questions."

She fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, pursed her lips, and said with some hesitation, "The Void Spirit Bottle is our family’s heirloom and is never lent out. It would be impossible for any outsider."

"However, if it’s you who’s asking, Master, I can discuss it with the clan elders. We should be able to make an exception just this once."

...

...

「A few days later.」

Above the Da Li Mountain Range, clouds and mist swirled.

Flocks of Cyan Herons took flight.

Riding the Ziwei Divine Sword, Qin Yang once again flew to the location of the seal.

From a distance, layers of dense fog surrounded the mountain’s base. The land was barren, without a single blade of grass, and the mountaintop was completely bare.

But beneath this great Array, a violent red light surged.

The Beast God could be seen sitting cross-legged within his Blood Sea Domain. The top of his skull was blown off, and his body was covered in horrifying, gaping wounds.

Strands of blood-red thread were wrapped around his body, constantly repairing the missing parts. He had clearly just survived a barrage of Sword Qi and was now in a state of recuperation.

"Beast God, it’s been a while. You’re looking a bit haggard..."

Qin Yang floated above the great Array and used his Divine Thought to transmit his voice. "How’d you lose half your head?"

"Hmph! Qin Yang, what are you doing back here?!"

From within the great Array, the Beast God roared, his Divine Thought tracing the sound back and locking onto Qin Yang’s aura with venomous hatred. "Here to gloat? One day, I will kill you with my own two hands!

I’ll remember this Ten Thousand Swords Piercing the Heart you gave me today..."

"..."

The furious roars continued, but Qin Yang just smiled without responding as if he hadn’t heard a thing. He silently opened his Star Ring and took out a Small Cyan Porcelain Bottle.

The bottle was as white as jade and free of dust, but peering into its mouth, it seemed bottomless.

"Sumeru Hidden Mustard Seed, A Mustard Seed Containing Mount Sumeru."

This was the very Void Spirit Bottle that Li Qinghe had found for him!

Qin Yang turned the bottle in his hand, examining its structure with great interest.

The Ziwei Divine Sword beneath his feet withdrew, transforming into a streak of purple light that returned to his hand, its sharp and cold edge fully revealed.

The shimmering sword light illuminated the mountain range as if it were day.

"Hm? What are you planning to do?"

Inside the great Array, the Beast God sensed Qin Yang’s actions outside and a disdainful sneer crossed his lips. "Still planning to execute me?"

"Just give up! I possess this Undying and Undying Body and a Longevity Equal to Heaven! If you have the skill, then destroy my Divine Sense!"

"Undying and undying?"

Hearing this, Qin Yang’s satisfied smile deepened. The porcelain bottle hovered in his palm, emitting a brilliant white light. In his other hand, he held the Ziwei Divine Sword as he leisurely approached the edge of the Ten Directions Sealing Demon Array.

"That’s exactly what I was hoping for!"