He didn't say an extra word, just like he hadn't plucked an extra leaf back then

Although Han Han was flustered when his name was suddenly called, he didn't show it on his face.

Because he knew that any mistake he made would mean death.

Along with his sister.

But the person behind him might not be so lucky.

Qin Wangchuan had already informed the Qin Clan's higher-ups about the assassination attempt.

From previous simulations, he knew that the person behind Han Han had also come to the banquet.

The moment his name was called, the Great Emperor of the Qin Clan carefully observed everyone's expressions. It would be easy to identify that person.

And then follow the trail.

This was a plan, an unavoidable open ploy.

(Young Master, we've found him.)

Hearing the telepathic message in his mind, Qin Wangchuan's lips curved into an arc as he looked at the young man before him.

"You seem surprised?"

Han Han tilted his head slightly, a stiff smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Of course, I'm surprised. I didn't expect... His Highness the Young Master would recognize a nobody like me."

After speaking, he used his fingers, which were starting to sweat, to touch the Black Nail hidden in his sleeve. The muscles beneath the fabric tensed.

His clear eyes met Qin Wangchuan's directly, a hidden current surging deep within his Pupils.

Han Han, lost in thought, continued, "I wonder, Young Master..."

"Let's skip the pleasantries," Qin Wangchuan waved his hand, pointing to the formation beneath their feet. "Our conversation won't reach the banquet."

With that, his gaze, sharp as a torch, fixed on Han Han. "Han Han, how about coming to my side?"

Han Han's body stiffened abruptly, his Pupils shrinking to the size of needle tips.

His hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched the Black Nail tightly, his Knuckles turning pale blue from the excessive force.

Is this an offer? He wants to recruit me?

But my sister is still in their hands... If I betray them...

"You jest, Young Master," Han Han's mouth twitched, revealing a smile uglier than a cry. His voice was as dry as sandpaper rubbing together. "How could a mere ant like me be worthy..."

"Your sister is already gone," Qin Wangchuan interrupted suddenly, his voice lowered to a whisper, yet each word was like a knife. "Han Xue died long ago, but the blood feud for the thirty-six members of the Han Clan remains unavenged."

"Even if you are the only one left, you should live for them."

"So, come to my side, I can help you."

This sentence struck Han Han's heart like a heavy hammer.

He staggered back half a step, his mind trembling.

'Dead... just as I suspected...'

'With that mysterious person's ruthless nature, how could he truly reunite my sister and me.'

He hadn't been idle all these years, but had been diligently gathering information about his sister, naturally knowing the truth.

But he was unwilling to believe it.

People without power didn't even have the right to question the truth.

Since that's the case...

Han Han looked at the person before him and suddenly let out a low laugh, his laughter tinged with a bit of madness, yet his eyes glinted with unshed tears.

"Ha... haha!"

"Help me?!"

"It's all because of big shots like you that my family ended up in this state!"

Then he slowly raised his head, his gaze gradually turning vicious, bloodshot veins filling his eyes:

"I'm just a nobody... I have no choice!"

Before his voice even fell, a cold glint flashed from the Black Nail in his sleeve, carrying a black afterimage straight for Qin Wangchuan's throat!

Qin Wangchuan gazed at the ferocious-looking youth before him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He knew Han Han's life better than anyone--this seemingly frail youth possessed a purity in his bones that was beyond ordinary people.

His talent was good, and he was upright.

Back then, at the bottom of Xuantian Cliff, Han Han could have taken all the Nine-Leaf Dao Grass, but in the end, he only took six pieces, not one more.

Despite having a million reasons to fall into darkness, looking into his eyes revealed that his heart had always remained clean.

"What a pity," Qin Wangchuan sighed lightly, condensing spiritual energy into a blade in his palm, killing intent blazing in his eyes.

However, in this flash of lightning, Han Han's figure suddenly flickered strangely, activating Taixu Steps, leaving an afterimage in his original spot while his true body instantly appeared beside Qin Wangchuan.

But this move was not for attack.

The fierce demeanor from before vanished completely. He tightly gripped Qin Wangchuan's arm with one hand, his eyes filled with a hint of earnestness and anxiety.

"I know very little about him, only that he is from an imperial clan," Han Han said urgently in a low voice, a trace of black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "This black nail might help you..."

Before he could finish, he suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a large mouthful of black blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper. Yet, he still used his last ounce of strength to stuff the black nail into Qin Wangchuan's hand.

After doing all this.

Han Han's body slowly slid down, falling to the ground as lightly as a withered leaf.

His once clear eyes were still open, but they had lost all their light.

He was dead.

The forbidden technique implanted within his body had triggered, killing him instantly.

Perhaps the person behind it had become alert, or perhaps not—but what difference did it make?

He was just a nobody.

Dead is dead.

Qin Wangchuan stood in place, the black nail with a seal talisman on it lying in his palm.

When it was handed over, the sharp end faced outward, as if he were afraid of hurting him.

From the beginning, Han Han had no intention of tearing off the talisman, no intention of using this black nail.

What he wanted was an opportunity...

An opportunity for the Young Master of the Qin Clan to know everything and avenge him.

"He really... didn't say a single extra word," Qin Wangchuan looked down at the boy he had never met yet felt so familiar with. "Just like when you picked leaves back then, you didn't pick any extra ones."

The Qin Clan's guards had already arrived. They picked up the corpse.

Qin Wangchuan squatted down and slowly closed Han Han's eyes.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly in his palm before finally falling still.

Qin Wangchuan silently placed the blood-stained black nail on the brocade cloth held by a nearby guard. The residual warmth on his fingertips was quickly dispersed by the night wind.

"Still not moving!"

A low shout exploded like thunder.

In an instant, the Great Emperor of the Qin Clan acted. A cold light flashed, and the seven individuals previously marked as suspicious were subdued without any struggle.

Qin Wangchuan slowly stood up. The wind from his moving robes brushed past the boy's pale face, like a sigh unheard by anyone.

"I was too naive."

"If I am a chess piece, how can I choose where to fall?"

The moment these words were spoken, the aura around him changed drastically.

The previously restrained spiritual energy exploded in his meridians like ignited gunpowder. His eyes, always calm as a deep abyss, now churned with rage that could burn the heavens!

"Since you like to play so much, like playing chess, you should know—"

"A move cannot be regretted."

Qin Wangchuan's voice echoed through heaven and earth, "Today, none of you will leave!"

After speaking, he suddenly looked up at the sky, a cold glint surging in his eyes: "How long are you going to watch?!"

In an instant, Taixu Steps were activated, and Qin Wangchuan's figure shot straight into the clouds like a startled swan.

The moment the Guluan Sword was unsheathed, the entire world darkened.

A brilliant Sword Light cut through the sky, accompanied by a clear shout:

"Slash!"

Where the Sword Light passed, the clouds tore apart.

The hidden magical artifacts exploded as their concealment effects were broken, their fragments falling like rain.

Above the sky, a giant golden eye was forced to appear, its Pupils flowing with heart-palpitating Dao patterns.

"That's... the Heavenly Eye?!"

"A Great Emperor is peeking!"

"How is it possible for someone to spy on the Qin Clan's banquet without being detected..."

The banquet guests were in an uproar. What shocked them even more was—how did Qin Wangchuan detect the peeking that even the Great Emperor of the Qin Clan had missed?

The golden eye slowly closed and dissipated into the void.

With the trump card, the Black Nail, and the accompanying person falling into the Qin Clan's hands, the person behind them would naturally not give up.

They might even come to forcibly seize them.

But that would be beyond Qin Wangchuan's concern.

His figure gracefully landed back on the ground, his robes fluttering as he strode towards the banquet hall.

With every step he took, a Spirit Pattern appeared on the bluestone beneath his feet, and his aura grew stronger.

His spiritual energy could no longer be suppressed; it was about to break through...

But at this moment.

A tender young girl in a red and gold ruqun suddenly stood up, the golden threads on her skirt flowing like flames under the lamplight.

She pointed her slender jade fingers directly at Qin Wangchuan, her voice carrying three parts anger and seven parts disbelief: "That sword strike just now was clearly my Li Clan Sword Seal! Where did you steal it from?!"

Qin Wangchuan didn't even spare her a glance, his steps like a deep pool or a towering mountain crushing past the girl.

As his black robe billowed, a sharp burst of energy directly repelled the girl. His icy voice, laced with irresistible pressure, boomed:

"Don't block my way."

His gaze swept past the crowd, locking directly onto the figure in black at the Ji Clan's seating area.

"Ji Wuchen." His voice was not loud, but it made everyone's hearts tremble, a hidden surge of lightning seeming to brew in their eyes.

"How long are you going to keep sitting there?"