Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"Halt! Please show your conference invitation!"

A cultivator who appeared to be a guard captain blocked Qin Chuan's path, scrutinizing the ordinary-looking master and disciple.

Qin Chuan did not stop walking, nor did he even shift his gaze. However, the space around him seemed to undergo an extremely subtle distortion.

An invisible force, like parting a stream of water, gently pushed the guards blocking the way to the sides.

They felt an irresistible force sweep over their bodies, and involuntarily staggered a few steps to the side, making way for each other.

When they regained their footing in shock and looked back, Qin Chuan and Qin Li had already disappeared into the crowd leading to the inner area.

"What happened? Just now..." The guard captain was filled with doubt and suspicion. He hadn't even seen how the other party made their move! He only felt an unfathomable pressure flash by.

"Captain, that guy... he's incredibly strong!" The guard beside him said, still shaken.

"Quickly! Send a message that an unknown expert has broken in!" the guard captain shouted in a low voice with a serious expression.

The testing in the core area of ​​the venue is nearing its end.

On the high platform in the center of the square stood an elderly man with a plump figure, a kind smile, and the appearance of a wealthy man.

He was dressed in a clean and tidy steward's uniform, and carefully held a peculiar stone about the size of a palm, completely black, with a smooth, mirror-like surface—it was the secret of the Dao Alliance!

He is Mr. Fei, the head steward of Wangquan Manor and a man of great social skills and popularity within the Dao Alliance.

"Great, great! This generation is truly full of talented people!"

Mr. Fei smiled broadly as he surveyed the room, his voice loud and infectious:

"Especially the young master of Ba Ye!"

He looked at a tall, spirited young man in the audience, his eyes full of admiration:

"Within that spirit stone, one can see a golden divine monkey wielding a giant club, drawing an enormous circle between heaven and earth! Such a sight is unheard of and unseen! Its future is limitless!"

A wave of amazement and envy swept through the audience.

Wang Quanbaye stood in the crowd, wearing a polite smile, his eyes bright and sharp, clearly very satisfied with his performance.

Among the crowd below the stage, a little girl wearing a dark cloak with only a few strands of striking red hair showing—Li Muchen, the third young lady of the Li family—clenched her hands tightly in the shadows.

When she first faced that jet-black spirit stone, all she saw was a despairing void.

In order not to become a disgrace to the Li family, she forced herself to lie and say that she had seen the same scene as her second brother, Li Quzhuo.

At this moment, listening to Mr. Fei's lavish praise on Wang Quan and his hegemony, and looking at the spirited geniuses around her, she felt a burning sense of humiliation and jealousy churning in her chest, almost burning away her reason.

She gritted her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms: "Just you wait...you'll all see..."

Mr. Fei nodded in satisfaction: "It seems that this batch of geniuses has all completed their tests..."

A clear and calm voice, not loud, yet like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, clearly pierced through the noise of the entire venue, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The crowd parted to make way. A young Taoist priest, dressed in a simple blue robe and with an ordinary face, led a visibly nervous young Taoist as they slowly walked toward the high platform.

"who?"

"How dare you interrupt the Blue Sky Conference!"

"Where are the guards? How dare they let unauthorized personnel in?"

Shouts and rebukes rose from all sides, especially from the scions of prominent families and the stewards, who all glared angrily.

Wang Quanbaye frowned slightly as he sized up the two uninvited guests.

At the edge of the square, in an exquisite sedan chair decorated with flame patterns and steadily carried by four strongmen, Dongfang Huaizhu, the young lady of Shenhuo Mountain Manor, looked at Qin Chuan with a hint of curiosity through the gauze curtain.

This person's aura was extremely restrained. He seemed ordinary, but his composure in such a situation was something that no ordinary cultivator possessed.

The second young lady beside her, Dongfang Qinlan, was intently devouring a string of glistening candied hawthorns, her cheeks bulging. She only mumbled a vague reply to the commotion outside:

"Sis, who is it? They're making such a racket, I almost bit my tongue..."

Mr. Fei on the high platform had his signature amiable smile on his face, but his eyes sharpened for a moment before returning to their endearing appearance.

"Hehe, young friend, what can I do for you? The competition is over. All irrelevant people, please leave so as not to disrupt the order."

His tone was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable air of dismissal.

Qin Chuan ignored the countless gazes around him, some disdainful, some angry, and some curious, and calmly looked at Mr. Fei and the dark spirit stone in his hand:

"I am Qin Chuan from the Qingyun Sect. I have come to greet you, Mr. Fei." He nodded slightly as a gesture of respect, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant. "I have come uninvited for two reasons."

"Oh? Qin Chuan of Qingyun Sect?" Mr. Fei's smile remained unchanged, but the look of inquiry in his eyes deepened. "I would like to hear more details."

Qin Chuan's gaze fell on the dark black spirit stone:

"I have long heard that the Dao Alliance's secret is a rare artifact left behind by the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom, which can reveal the secrets of one's talent. I, Qin, am not talented, but I have brought my disciple Qin Li here today to borrow the spirit stone to see it, so as to prove my Dao and broaden my disciple's horizons."

"Whoosh—!"

These words caused an uproar in the audience!

"Qingyun Sect? Never even heard of it!"

"An unknown nobody wants to see the secret techniques? Dream on!"

"Mr. Fei, ignore him and kick him out!"

Mockery and sneer rose and fell.

Qin Li's face flushed red, and she tried her best to straighten her chest.

A cold, sarcastic smile curled at the corner of Li Muchen's mouth, hidden beneath his cloak.

"Ha, another ignorant fool. Even I... This kind of guy doesn't even deserve to be called a worthy opponent?"

It seemed that the resentment in her heart had found a lower outlet.

Mr. Fei's smile faded slightly, but his tone remained calm:

“Young friend, you must be familiar with the rules of the Blue Sky Gathering. This secret is only for the elite disciples of the core families of the Dao Alliance and the invited sects. It seems that your Qingyun Sect is not among them and is not qualified.”

Qin Chuan's lips curled into a faint smile as he interrupted Mr. Fei.

His gaze swept across the entire room, and the clamoring scions of noble families seemed to have their throats choked by an invisible force, their voices abruptly cut off.

An indescribable, profound and awe-inspiring aura, though fleeting, instantly plunged the bustling square into a deathly silence!

Everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, as if they were being crushed by an invisible boulder, making it hard to even breathe!

Even the elders on the high platform who had been resting with their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes. Wang Quanba Ye's pupils shrank, his muscles tensed instantly, and his eyes burst with an unprecedented fighting spirit—this was the instinctive reaction when encountering a truly powerful enemy!

Mr. Fei's smile finally vanished completely, replaced by utter solemnity.

The aura he exuded just now was as vast as the sea, unfathomable! This young man before us is no ordinary person!

Inside the sedan chair, Dongfang Huaizhu paused slightly in the teacup she was holding, a hint of understanding and a deeper level of inquiry flashing in her clear eyes.

Dongfang Qinlan, who was beside her, was also startled by the sudden pressure and stopped eating her candied hawthorn. Her small mouth opened slightly, and the hawthorn on the candied hawthorn almost fell off:

"Huh? What's going on? An earthquake?"

She instinctively gripped her sister's sleeve.

Qin Chuan's voice rang out again, as calm as if stating a fact:

“My presence here is my qualification. I, Qin, have decided to take a look at the stone in Mr. Fei’s hand today.”

His tone shifted abruptly, his gaze, sharp as a sword, piercing through the crowd and precisely targeting a certain direction deep within the Wangquan Manor. His voice suddenly became clear and resonant, containing unparalleled sharpness, echoing through the heavens:

"I have long heard that the Wangquan Sword is the number one sword in the world, and that the Dao Alliance Leader, Senior Wangquan Shouzhuo, is a master of swordsmanship! Qin Chuan of the Qingyun Sect has come uninvited today to ask Alliance Leader Wangquan for a swordsmanship challenge! I humbly request that the Alliance Leader appear and offer some guidance so that I may test the sharpness of the Wangquan Sword!"

These two words, like a thunderclap, exploded in the deathly silent square!

Everyone was stunned! Even Mr. Fei was dumbfounded, and his hand holding the black stone trembled slightly!

Reading the secret manual was already incredibly audacious, but he actually wanted to directly challenge the leader of the Dao Alliance and ask for the title of the number one sword in the world, the King's Sword?!

This is no longer arrogance, but a near-mad provocation! It is a challenge to the pinnacle of power in the entire Qi Dao Alliance!

The entire square was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were fixed on Qin Chuan, filled with extreme shock, absurdity, and a hint of indescribable fear.

Li Muchen's pupils dilated in extreme shock, and his clenched palms were sweating profusely, but then, a twisted sense of excitement replaced his fear:

"A madman... no! A true madman! Interesting... so interesting! Wang Quan Shouzhuo... will he come out?"

She felt her blood boiling because of this sudden and enormous change.

Inside the sedan chair, Dongfang Huaizhu put down her teacup completely, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

Who is this Sword-Wielding King, Quan Shouzhuo? What is his true intention? To gain fame? Or to provoke the entire Dao Alliance?

She felt that the situation had developed beyond her expectations.

Dongfang Qinlan completely forgot about the candied hawthorns. Her little face was full of exaggerated astonishment, and she patted her chest with her little hand: "Wow! Sister! Is this guy crazy? He dares to challenge Uncle Wang Quan? Does he have a death wish?"

The name of Qin Chuan of Qingyun Sect was instantly imprinted on the soul of everyone present in the most domineering, unreasonable, and shocking way!

On the high platform, Mr. Fei looked at the audacious Taoist in blue robes before him, his honesty vanished completely, and his eyes became incredibly deep.

He took a deep breath, about to speak.

Just then, a slightly weary yet exceptionally calm and dignified voice seemed to drift from the depths of the manor, clearly resounding in everyone's ears:

"Asking about the king's authority? What a bold move."

The owner of the voice was none other than Wang Quan Shouzhuo, the current leader of the Dao Alliance!

Chapter 13 The Intent Without a Blade, A Sword for Heaven and Earth!

Qin Chuan's words, "Asking about the power of the sword," were like a thunderclap from the heavens, silencing the entire White Jade Square.

All the noise, discussions, and even breathing seemed to be instantly sucked away, leaving only countless gazes filled with shock, absurdity, and even a hint of fear, fixed on that figure in green robes.

Challenging the leader of the Dao Alliance? Inquiring about the King's Power Manor?

This is an act of utter absurdity unheard of in a thousand years!

Mr. Fei's amiable smile froze completely, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

His hand holding the dark spirit stone tightened slightly, and his gaze scrutinized Qin Chuan like a hawk, trying to find even the slightest trace of bluff on the other's calm and expressionless face, but to no avail.

There was only a bottomless confidence and determination.