Not long after, Bai Yichen left with the City Guard Army, remaining polite throughout.
This made Qin Chuan feel a sense of admiration.
Not all noble sons are fools. Many heirs from established families are often talented and educated.
This is a true nobleman!
"This person's cultivation is quite interesting. It looks like Yuan Dan stage, but something feels off..."
Qin Chuan squinted his eyes.
But soon, he stopped thinking about it, as it had nothing to do with him, and he was too lazy to investigate.
Even if he's a peerless genius, so what?
As long as he becomes an enemy of his son, a simple attack from him could take him down.
"Hmm, while that kid is off buying servants, I can handle some serious matters."
Suddenly, a smile appeared on his lips.
Then he walked out of the room, exited through the back door of the courtyard, and changed into a large black cloak in a corner.
The mysterious figure was born!!
He even wore a mask for extra precaution.
This made it foolproof.
He joined the crowd on the street behind the courtyard.
Minghao City is a place where people of all sorts mingle, with all kinds of people, and many wearing black robes, so Qin Chuan's outfit didn't attract much attention.
When traveling outside, many people dress like this.
A long time passed.
After asking many passersby, he finally arrived at the most mysterious place in Minghao City—the underground black market.
This is a vast underground space accommodating all kinds of shady businesses.
Some underground forces are so entrenched that even the City Lord's Mansion cannot prohibit them, having to turn a blind eye.
Tingyu Building is just such an organization!
Their influence spans the entire Jiuyang Dynasty, with deep and immeasurable resources, and their main business is...information.
Here, with enough money, you can buy almost any information you want, and spread various messages!
That is to say, they have trained paparazzi and a large number of online trolls.
As long as the money is in place, there's nothing they can't do in terms of information.
The service hall of Tingyu Building is quite dark, and blue phosphorus flames, commonly known as ghost fire, burn in the braziers on both sides.
The atmosphere is somewhat eerie.
There were quite a few people coming here, and each one was led by a masked maid into a secret room.
"Sir, please follow me."
A woman wearing a cat mask calmly said to Qin Chuan, then walked toward a secret room.
Qin Chuan followed behind.
When he entered the secret room, the woman left, and the door was closed, making it airtight and utterly dark inside.
As a Pure Yang stage expert, Qin Chuan was not afraid, as there were only a few stronger than him in Minghao City.
"Creak creak creak."
A mechanical sound came from one of the walls, and a small crack emitting a faint light appeared.
"May I ask if you want to buy or spread?"
An old, raspy voice came from the small crack.
Buying, naturally, means buying information.
Spreading, naturally, means spreading rumors!
"Spread."
Qin Chuan said without hesitation.
"What do you want to spread? Write it down?"
The old voice asked, then passed out paper and a brush with an inkstone through the small crack.
Qin Chuan picked up the pen, ready to write.
But then he thought.
What if there's evidence left when caught in the future?
So he decisively switched to his left hand.
But he thought again.
Still not safe enough!!
So, he solemnly said to the small crack, "Excuse me, please turn away."
The old man behind the small crack was clearly stunned for a moment, but still closed the small crack, despite not knowing why.
After all, the customer is king.
Even in black market business, reputation is equally important.
Once the crack was closed, Qin Chuan took off his left shoe, then used his toes to hold the brush and started writing.
Writing with feet is already a mess, let alone with the left foot... If anyone can recognize it as his, it would be a miracle!
After a long time.
He finally finished writing a piece of gibberish. These words were extremely illegible, but if you looked closely, you could still make them out.
"Knock knock knock!"
He knocked on the small crack, which opened once again.
"Alright, I want you to spread these rumors throughout Minghao City within three days."
Qin Chuan returned the writing utensils.
The old man behind the small crack paused for a moment, then said in a peculiar voice, "We charge based on the rumor's impact, the ident
ity of the target person, and the scope of dissemination.
"Understood."
Qin Chuan said calmly.
"For the rumor you've commissioned, our charge is... one hundred thousand spirit stones," the old man said in a deep voice.
"Okay."
Qin Chuan nodded. This was about within his budget, so he used Wanbao Commerce Association's gold card to transfer one hundred thousand spirit stones.
Wanbao Commerce Association has a bank and is very reputable, so their gold card can be used throughout the Jiuyang Dynasty.
"Do you need anything else?"
The old man asked.
"No, thank you."
"Then please exit this way."
The old man politely said, seemingly activating a mechanism, causing the right-side wall to split open, revealing a secret passage.
"Goodbye."
Qin Chuan walked into the passage.
The passage was long, cold, and dark. After walking for a long time, he reached the end and exited into a corner of the street.
"Creak creak creak."
Looking back, he saw the ground opening of the passage closing with the sound of mechanical gears.
"Time to head home. I hope my troublesome son hasn't returned yet, otherwise I'll have to find an excuse again."
He shook his head with a smile, then walked out of the corner, asked for directions, and quickly headed back to the courtyard.
When he got home,
his troublesome son hadn't returned yet.
So he let out a sigh of relief, although thousands of reasons to fool his troublesome son were always in his mind.
But it's best to avoid trouble when possible!
"Ding! Your son has provoked a Pure Yang stage level four expert, your cultivation will rise to Pure Yang stage level four, and you will be invincible at the same level!"
At this moment, the system's voice echoed.
Qin Chuan was stunned.
Then he became overjoyed.
What's going on?
His troublesome son has learned to get into trouble independently?
Gratifying.
So gratifying!
He originally thought nurturing a troublemaker son was hard, but surprisingly, his troublesome son gave him such a delightful surprise in no time.
"Right! What am I worried about? The true destined child is born to cause trouble; even if I do nothing, he will cause it!"
He thought.
If he hadn't obtained the most powerful father-supporting system, that kid would probably not just rely on his father but rather be a burden to his father!
"Dad, Dad, help!"
Soon, Qin Zi's urgent voice sounded from outside, with a bit of a panic, much like a dog that has lost its master.
"You little bastard, you hit our young lady and still want to run? Shouting for your dad won't help today, even if you call for your grandpa!"
An angry middle-aged voice sounded.
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan hurriedly rushed out.
At the gate, Qin Zi was running frantically, and a middle-aged man at the ninth level of Yuan Dan stage was chasing after him with all his might.
"Hmm? This kid is quite fast."
Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow; his troublesome son was now on par in speed with that middle-aged man.
Did he use some kind of treasure?
Or did an old ancestor possess him?
"Hmph, die!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, then struck out with a gigantic palm, sweeping through with overwhelming momentum.
"Dad, save me!"
Qin Zi cried out again.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan couldn't just sit back. He flashed and stood behind Qin Zi.
"Boom—"
A loud bang as the enormous palm exploded, sending powerful shockwaves in all directions.
And Qin Chuan stood there, unmoved.
"Huh?"
Qin Zi was stunned, then joyfully turned around, only to see that familiar figure standing in front of him.
Who else could it be but his dad?
"Who are you, and why do you stop me from killing this little bastard?"
The middle-aged man saw Qin Chuan and immediately showed a serious expression, as his intuition told him this person was strong, very strong!
Definitely a Pure Yang stage expert.
"I am his father."
Qin Chuan said coldly, looking at the middle-aged man.
A little bastard?
If his troublesome son is a little bastard, then what is he?
The middle-aged man was suddenly shocked and then thought of this question, his expression changed dramatically.
His mouth twitched as he cautiously said, "Sir, actually...this is all a misunderstanding..."