The Tongtian Family's Seventh Daughter-Tongtian Wanyue

Jiang Yan, standing on the ring, looked down at the pitiful scene below and muttered to himself:

"Was my punch... really that powerful?"

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes at first, but then, as if he had figured something out, his gaze suddenly became clear and firm.

"No. The strength doesn't lie with me, but with my Eldest Brother's Wanjie Thunder Furnace."

"We can win!"

An unprecedented sense of confidence grew wildly in Jiang Yan's heart like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, Xiao Yun quietly made a hand gesture to the figure floating in the sky, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

On the Floating Island, Ye Jianwei stood quietly by Qin Wangchuan's side, gently fanning him with Folding Fan, her eyes filled with admiration. "This Xiao Yun is not only quick-witted, but also very good at assessing situations."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on Jiang Yan was full of vigor on the arena below.

"The sea is already turbulent; it wouldn't be surprising if it were to suddenly unleash a raging storm."

"Judging from this, making it to the finals shouldn't be a problem."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at another arena in the distance—

When it was Su Wanqing's turn, she seemed a little nervous, and her steps were even somewhat clumsy as she walked onto the stage.

Her opponent was a Sword Cultivator. Seeing Su Wanqing's appearance, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes. "Miss, swords have no eyes, so perhaps..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Wanqing seemed startled and frantically rummaged through her Storage Ring.

"Only now drawing your weapon?" The Sword Cultivator an eyebrow, but instead of taking advantage of the situation, he gracefully sheathed his sword and stood still.

Finally, Su Wanqing took out something—a strange, dark Iron Box with an iron pipe attached.

The Sword Cultivator twirled his sword, pointing the Qingfeng at Su Wanqing: "Shall we begin?"

Su Wanqing nodded.

Seeing that the other person was still frantically fiddling with the Iron Box, he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

He was indeed a young cultivator, yet he panicked so much in the face of battle.

"Watch out!"

He waited no longer, his figure soaring through the air like a crane, the three points of cold light on the tip of his sword aimed straight for Su Wanqing's wrist—ultimately, he left seven-tenths of his strength, intending only to stop short of causing serious injury.

Just then, Su Wanqing finally raised the dark Iron Box and aimed it at the attacking Sword Cultivator.

"Bang!"

A crisp yet strangely loud bang shook the entire arena.

Dao Fire shot out from the iron pipe, and a specially made Spiritual Power "bullet," engraved with runes, shot out at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye!

The Sword Cultivator felt a tremendous force slam into the Sword Spine, and the steel longsword snapped in two!

Another loud bang!

It was as if an Explosive Talisman exploded in front of him.

The explosive shockwave Sword Cultivator the sword cultivator flying, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

As the smoke and dust cleared, he was found lying blankly among the rubble, his robes charred and torn, staring at the hilt of the sword in his hand, his face filled with existential skepticism.

The Sword Cultivator stared blankly at the hilt of his sword, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out two words through clenched teeth:

"Hidden Weapon?"

He staggered to his feet, dusted himself off, and suddenly kicked the stone pillar beside him hard.

"Damn it! If you hold back again next time, I'll be a dog!"

Su Wanqing frantically fiddled with the strange Iron Box, muttering to herself, "Isn't this magazine full of Armor-piercing Spirit Bullet? Why is there an Explosive Bullet round in it?"

"One shot pierces armor, the other deals high damage with Explosive Bullet?"

"But you didn't tell me!! You scared me to death!"

She seemed to be talking to herself, yet also as if she were conversing with someone.

This sudden change in style plunged the entire room into an eerie silence.

Ye Jianwei frowned as he sensed the aura emanating from Su Wanqing below. "Young Master, there's something... something very strange about this person..."

Because she was blind, her senses were much sharper than those of ordinary cultivators; she could even detect the slightest aura emanating from her Storage Bag.

That is definitely not something from this world.

Although Qin Wangchuan couldn't detect that aura, he didn't actually need to investigate it.

'If someone has a gun...' He glanced at the flustered girl below the stage, a deeper meaning flashing in his eyes, 'then they must also have a cannon.'

'Since there are cannons, there must be something even more destructive.'

After thinking it over, Qin Wangchuan immediately had a good idea. "Perhaps we can capture this person to build Flying Ship."

The moment Qin Wangchuan finished speaking, a figure quietly appeared at the edge of the Floating Island.

The visitor was an elderly man with white hair and beard, who respectfully carried a Mysterious Iron Long Box: "My lord, your request has been delivered."

"A top-grade magical Law Artifact, the Crimson Flame Flowing Fire Blade."

Inside the box lay a long, blood-red sword, its blade seemingly flowing with magma.

Qin Wangchuan took out the Ten Directions Profound Sword.

This time, the Ancient Sword emitted a cheerful hum as soon as it appeared, and the crimson longsword trembled violently, but turned into flowing fire the instant it touched the sword's edge and was completely devoured.

"Zheng--"

The sword rang out clearly and melodiously. Although it still bore cracks, the blade radiated a warm and lustrous light, finally breaking through to the realm of Law Artifact!

"Once we obtain the Spirit Artifact, the Sword Spirit will be born."

Qin Wangchuan gently stroked the sword, saying without turning his head, "The item is good; I forgive you for deceiving me."

"Speak, what do you want?"

The "old man" froze, his body swirling with light and shadow, revealing his true appearance—a silver-haired girl of eleven or twelve years old.

Her silver hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, making her small face appear exquisitely otherworldly.

Her skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as cherry blossoms, and her phoenix eyes were slightly upturned at the corners. Although she still had a childlike innocence, her eyes already revealed a captivating and alluring beauty.

Tongtian Wanyue nervously gripped the hem of her clothes, but forced herself to remain calm and bowed like an adult. "Junior Tongtian Wanyue, the seventh daughter of the Tongtian Family's main branch."

She took a deep breath and began reciting the lines she had practiced repeatedly. "By order of the Patriarch, I have come to discuss with the Divine Son the matter of the sinner Tongtian Sinan..."

The fingers twitched slightly.

"Smack!"

An invisible force struck the girl's face, causing her to stagger half a step, abruptly ending her carefully prepared speech.

Qin Wangchuan ignored him, instead walking to the viewing platform with his hands behind his back, looking down at the arena below, and saying without turning his head:

"Get out."

It's not that there's anything wrong with her statement, but rather that she herself is lying.

The Divine Son is here, as if the Qin Clan were personally present.

Would the Tongtian Family dare send a teenager to discuss this matter?

Even the Imperial Clan wouldn't dare to do something like this, let alone the Tongtian Family!

The little girl stood there, covering her face, her eyes instantly welling up with tears.

The image of her eldest brother's seemingly gentle face flashed before her eyes—he had been gently stroking her head while speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"A good sister should lie in the ground like your father."

She thought of her brother's poisoned smile, her own tragic future, her fallen father, and her missing mother.

"Wait!" She suddenly knelt down with a thud. "I lied just now!"

Her silver hair clung messily to her flushed cheeks, Tongtian Wanyue's voice trembled. "I am indeed the seventh daughter of the main family, and the Lineage has indeed not entrusted me with the task of handling the Tongtian Sinan."

"I came here after learning that the Divine Son was here, and volunteered to seek his help!"

"My elder brother has succeeded in seizing the throne, and I... I have no way out."

She raised her tear-filled eyes, as if grasping at a last straw. "Divine Son, allow me to be a nominal envoy, so that I can... so that I can return to the Immortal Court alive..."

Qin Wangchuan gazed at Jiang Yan, who was locked in fierce combat below the stage, and said indifferently, "What do I care about your life or death?"

After saying that, he directly recited the origin of the Tongtian Wanyue Technique.

"Rumor has it that the Tongtian Family has a white-haired criminal daughter whose mother has disappeared. Perhaps because of her white hair, people say that the criminal daughter... has abnormal blood."

"There are even rumors that... her mother is of Alien Race."

With each word Qin Wangchuan uttered, Tongtian Wanyue trembled slightly.

Those deeply hidden secrets about her origins were now being ruthlessly revealed, making her fingertips feel slightly cold.

Just as her heart sank to the bottom, Qin Wangchuan changed the subject:

"The rumors have nothing to do with me."

He looked up at her, his gaze as still as a deep well.

"Let's be realistic."

"I can grant you the title of envoy, allowing you to travel the world, and even permit you to use your position to establish your authority, but..."

What can you give me?