Translator: Silavin Bang! After only about fifteen minutes, the wooden boat suddenly shook violently, and then its speed gradually slowed down. “Have we arrived?” Looking through the wooden boat, Qin Yichen gazed downward. He saw that the plains from before had disappeared from view, replaced by a mountain range. In the centre of this mountain range, clusters of palaces stood one after another. These magnificent ancient palaces, on this mountain peak, appeared exceptionally peaceful, without the clamour of the outside world. “Rumble!” With a tremor, the warship slowly came to a stop on a mountain peak. As the warship landed, the girl called Zhiyi pouted, walked to Qin Yichen’s side and whispered something, then flew away riding a wooden bird. “Remember to take me with you when you leave, otherwise, Xiao Huang will not hold back!” Hearing the sweet voice in his ears that carried a hint of threat, Qin Yichen could not help but let out a faint smile. “Sir, let’s go, the Patriarch is waiting in the Clan Hall,” Qingshan gestured to Qin Yichen. Then, Qin Yichen leaped down from the warship. As soon as he descended, he discovered that around the palaces before him, there were figures moving swiftly, and many strange gazes were now cast upon him. Regarding these gazes, Qin Yichen did not show the slightest discomfort, instead walking directly toward the massive palace that was shrouded in ancient aura. In front of the palace stood a row of wooden Puppets. In the eyes of these Puppets, there seemed to be gleams of light—clearly, these Puppets possessed consciousness! From their dark bodies emanated a sense of pressure. Judging by appearance alone, these Puppets were probably no weaker than ordinary Martial Kings, perhaps… even stronger. Clang! Just as Qin Yichen stepped before the palace, his brows suddenly furrowed. In front of him, two Puppets crossed their weapons, blocking his way. “Outsiders are not permitted to enter our Clan Hall!” A voice without any emotion came from the mouth of the Puppet on the left, its eyes flashing with strange light. “Sir is someone the Patriarch wishes to meet, move aside!” Qingshan frowned and shouted. However, his words did not cause any reaction from the two Puppets. They still stood coldly in front of the palace, their eyes fixed on Qin Yichen, as if they would deliver a lightning strike should he make any strange movements. “Qingshan, not just anyone can enter the Clan Hall…” Just as Qingshan’s face showed anger, a light chuckle slowly drifted over. Qin Yichen, whose expression remained unchanged, swept his gaze through the gap between the two Puppets to see an elderly figure standing with his hands behind his back. The Clan Hall was naturally a conspicuous place, and an outsider being invited by the warship immediately attracted numerous gazes from around the hall, eventually fixing on Qin Yichen’s body. Among these gazes, quite a few carried an unusual intent. Qin Yichen was not the first outsider to come here. In the records of the Gongshu Clan, it seemed that several important figures had been drawn here because they needed something from them. However, those who dominated regions outside all came with respectful expressions, obediently waiting outside the Clan Hall. In front of their Clan Hall, there had never been anyone ignorant enough to rashly intrude. And even if someone tried to force their way in, they did not believe this young man had the qualifications to do so. After all, these Puppets guarding the Clan Hall were not to be trifled with. “Eighth Elder, Sir Qin has come at the Patriarch’s invitation!” Qingshan bowed to the Eighth Elder and said. “The Patriarch’s invitation?” Perhaps because of the mention of the Patriarch, the Eighth Elder pondered briefly and calmly said, “Then let him in.” Once the Eighth Elder’s words fell, the weapons in the hands of the two Puppets at the palace door separated, opening a passage just wide enough for one person to pass through. Seeing this, Qin Yichen took a big step forward, heading toward the front. Just as Qin Yichen was about to pass by the two Puppets, the Eighth Elder inside the Clan Hall narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, the bodies of the two Puppets also moved slightly closer together, blocking Qin Yichen’s path forward once again. However, regarding their obstructing action, Qin Yichen seemed not to notice at all. His footsteps still stepped forward, and finally, his body collided with the two Puppets. Bang! At the moment of collision, a muffled sound quietly spread out. Around Qin Yichen, it was as if ripples had formed, but he controlled his strength perfectly, so the collision did not cause too much of a commotion. Boom! When he collided with the two Puppets, Qin Yichen’s expression did not change, but his shoulders suddenly shook, and a force as fast as lightning suddenly struck the bodies of the two Puppets. Bang! Under Qin Yichen’s power, the bodies of the two Puppets shifted slightly backward, and Qin Yichen had already taken advantage of this opening to enter the Clan Hall. Siii… Outside, many shocked gazes watched the figure who had brutally forced his way past the two Puppets’ blockade, and feelings of astonishment surged in their hearts. These two Puppets, though not the strongest Puppets of the Gongshu Clan, were comparable to Mid Stage Martial Kings. Yet they had been shoved aside by a mere youth! After entering the Clan Hall, Qin Yichen calmly glanced at the Eighth Elder with his unsightly expression, said nothing, and continued to stride. At this time, in the Clan Hall, there were more than ten figures seated within. They had all noticed everything that happened in front of the hall. Seeing that the Puppets controlled by the Eighth Elder had actually been shoved aside by this young man, a look of surprise flashed in their eyes. “This youngster…” At the head position of the Clan Hall was an Elder with slightly white hair at the temples. He narrowed his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping the chair beneath him. “Hmph, he merely possesses brute strength!” Several Elders seated on both sides had a hint of disdain in their eyes. The Gongshu Clan held themselves in high regard. They were even more arrogant than those haughty Alchemy Masters. They had no good impression of someone as wild as Qin Yichen. “Hmph! How could a savage be the Successor of the Lu Ban Sect?” Looking at the figure drawing closer, one Elder grumbled in dissatisfaction. Meanwhile, approval flashed in the eyes of a few other Elders. Meanwhile, though the Patriarch in the head seat frowned, he did not show any intention to stop it. After all, it was not yet clear whether Qin Yichen was truly the Successor of the Lu Ban Sect.