The Bait Was Set, the Prodigies Would Take the Hook

Tongtian Xuanming directly led Qin Wangchuan to the Tongtian Tower Top Floor.

That was his Exclusive Quiet Cultivation Room, and also the most heavily guarded and Spiritual Qi rich place in the entire Tongtian Realm.

The heavy stone door slid open silently, revealing a simple and rustic interior rather than a glittering and opulent one.

Only the Central Spirit Gathering Array emitted a soft glow, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with Luminous Pearls, illuminating the room with a gentle light.

"Your His Highness, this place is absolutely quiet, and no one will disturb us." Tongtian Xuanming stood to the side with his hands at his sides, awaiting instructions.

Qin Wangchuan stepped into the Quiet Room, his gaze sweeping casually over the surroundings.

Actually, there's no need to be so quiet.

Clearly, the Patriarch believed he was going to conduct some kind of secret, undiscoverable spiritual practice here.

Without explanation, he calmly sat down and spoke, his voice remarkably clear in the enclosed space:

"I have something that I need you to do personally."

"I need you to create a momentum."

"A force powerful enough to sweep across the entire Tongtian Realm, and even the entire Middle Thousand Provinces."

Tongtian Xuanming's expression hardened, and his waist unconsciously bent a little more, holding his breath and concentrating, waiting for what was to come.

Qin Wangchuan's voice rang out clearly in the quiet room:

"Using the name of your Tongtian Family, I'll set up a Martial Arts Competition."

"I want all the Prodigy of Middle Thousand Provinces, whether they are Hidden Successor or Saint Son of Immortal Dao Lineage, to gather here."

Tongtian Xuanming was deeply shaken. Even though he had been in charge of the Tongtian Family for hundreds of years and had experienced many ups and downs, he couldn't help but feel shocked by the sheer scale of this undertaking.

Gathering the Prodigy of an entire state is already a difficult task, let alone disturbing the Saint Son of those ancient, reclusive Ancient Inheritance and Immortal Dao Lineage.

What's needed is not just resources, but a compelling reason that they can't refuse.

But none of this is a problem for the Qin Clan.

His mind raced, and he instantly grasped the key point. He took a deep breath and became even more respectful.

"Your His Highness's wisdom and foresight are truly admirable. With the name of the Divine Son now known, one can imagine..."

Qin Wangchuan interrupted him, "The Qin Clan will not get involved in this matter, nor will the Divine Son."

Do you understand?

The Divine Son won't show up? Tongtian Xuanming's eyes flickered, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he instantly grasped the key point—this matter must be handled independently by the Tongtian Family, and has no overt connection with the Upper Realm Qin Family.

"Xuanming understands." He immediately bowed. "This matter was organized independently by my Tongtian Family and has absolutely nothing to do with Your His Highness, the Qin Clan, or anything else."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly, which could be considered as approval.

Tongtian Xuanming felt somewhat relieved, and then raised the most crucial question, "Your His Highness, what bait should be used for such a grand event to attract the heroes of the world and make those arrogant Saint Son and Successor willingly come?"

He tentatively listed options. "Is it a elixir that can revive the dead and heal the wounded? Or Supreme Cultivation Method that points directly to the Great Dao? Or... some kind of earth-shattering World-Shaking Opportunity to Defy Fate?"

Possessing any one of these three things would be enough to unleash a bloodbath in the Cultivation World.

However, Qin Wangchuan's reply was as calm as if he were discussing the weather:

"All."

Tongtian Xuanming gasped for breath.

Immediately afterwards, he heard that cold voice continue:

"Nine-Turn Pill and Quasi-Emperor Cultivation Method can both Winner's Reward."

"As for that Heavenly Secrets..." Qin Wangchuan paused slightly, Dao Rhyme with unique Dao Rhyme entered Tongtian Xuanming's brow, "... that is A Secret Technique of the Qin Family— "

"The Wanjie Thunder Furnace."

The moment the name of the secret technique was uttered, Tongtian Xuanming felt a thunderous roar deep within his Divine Soul, and a colossal, illusory furnace, stretching across the heavens and earth, materialized in his Sea of Consciousness.

The furnace walls were imprinted with the Stars of the Heavens, and Chaos Lightning surged within. It was actually fueled by the Myriad Tribulation Lightning, melting the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi into the purest power of Qi and Blood and qi!

The Profound Mystery and lofty ideals of this method even made him feel that it was unfathomable!

This is Spirit Power Furnace Enhanced Version after merging with the Mysterious Thunder True Body.

Less pain during activation, greater power after activation!

"Pills, cultivation techniques, and this secret art..." Tongtian Xuanming took a deep breath, his eyes still filled with disbelief. "Such a feat, let alone Middle Thousand Provinces, even the most arrogant Prodigy of the Upper Realm would probably go crazy for it."

He composed himself, but ultimately couldn't suppress his doubts and cautiously asked, "But... why has His Highness gone to such Astonishing Price lengths to attract all these Prodigy? Could it be... to select followers from among them?"

Astonishing Price?

What's surprising?

Qin Wangchuan slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze calm as still water.

"That's none of your business."

With just this one sentence, Tongtian Xuanming immediately fell silent, a fine layer of sweat beading on his back.

He immediately lowered his head. "It is Xuanming who has overstepped his bounds."

"I'll take care of it right away."

Now, the bait is ready.

With the combination of elixirs, cultivation techniques, and a unique secret fortuitous opportunity, Tongtian Xuanming could almost foresee the madness that would engulf the entire Middle Thousand Provinces when the news spread!

Just as Tongtian Xuanming began preparing for the grand event that would surely shake the Middle Thousand Provinces, in the distant Extreme Ice Mysterious Realm, on the snowy and icy plains...

A decisive battle is drawing to a close.

In the biting cold wind, a woman dressed in a black imperial robe stood silently atop a towering ice cliff. Her beauty was unparalleled, but her gaze was colder than the Myriad Ages, unyielding glacier.

Opposite her, a rebellious young Prodigy knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his sword, clearly having been defeated in the previous exchange.

The woman, Feng Qingjue, revered as the Liyue Empress, gazed down at the vast expanse below and extended her hand to him, her voice leaving no room for doubt:

"Come to me. Your sword will become my power."

The young Prodigy raised his head, a light scoff escaping his lips. "Today, my strength is insufficient; I admit defeat!"

He staggered to his feet, leaning on his sword, his gaze sweeping over the figures watching the battle in the distance—all of them Prodigy from various factions who had long since submitted to the Empress.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"With so many thugs at your disposal, why did you insist on fighting me personally..."

"Let me guess—what are you trying to prove? Is it to prove you're stronger than everyone else? Or is it to prove that you, a woman, can stand on your own two feet without relying on anyone?"

The wind and snow howled between the two.

Feng Qingjue slowly raised her eyes, looked towards the distant heavens, and calmly uttered four words.

"For the sake of heaven."

These four words are light, yet heavier than a towering ice cliff.

"Not Upper Thousand Provinces, but the Heaven Above Heaven."