It Is Specifically Targeting Fujinyu

Fu Jinyu's expression remained calm. "I prepared air for him."

If she were still at the Mortal Cleaving realm, she might have considered throwing together some random gift, but now, did they even deserve one?

Na Lang, standing nearby, naturally overheard Fu Jinyu's words. He said softly, "Jinyu, don't act on impulse. Xiang Teng won't go easy on you."

"Don't worry, senior. I have my own plans."

Fu Jinyu gazed steadily at the elevated platform. She wanted to see just how they would try to handle her this time.

"Let's begin then. Every time we reach this gift-giving segment, I feel great joy—I'm eager to see everyone's treasures."

Xiang Huo pulled out a stack of red slips from his hand, each bearing the name of a nearby race. "The Bird-Feather Tribe."

As the words fell, a middle-aged man walked toward the platform.

His race was almost no different from ordinary people, with one exception—their hair. Compared to others, the strands of their hair resembled feathers more than anything.

The middle-aged man placed a dark red chest on the platform.

Xiang Huo pressed the slip with the Bird-Feather Tribe's name onto it.

Then he called the next race, and so on.

The Head-Ghost Tribe had just come back when Xiang Huo summoned the Sky-Demon Tribe.

Fu Jinyu casually took out a palm-sized box and handed it to Xu Mu.

Xu Mu gently weighed it in his hand and found it extremely light—it was likely empty.

He smiled as he stepped forward and placed the box on the platform.

Xiang Huo also pressed a label onto it, then stepped down from the platform.

Xiang Teng seated himself on the chair above, a satisfied smile on his face. He had originally assumed Fu Jinyu wouldn't even bother sending him a gift.

"Today, besides celebrating my longevity, I also have a joyous announcement to make."

Xiang Teng cast his gaze over the crowd below. "I believe those with sharp ears have already heard—my son, Xiang Huo, was missing for most of the year. Many thought he was dead, but in truth, he was trapped."

When Xiang Huo heard this, he swept his gaze around with a smile, a hint of contempt in his expression.

The other races could only harbor silent complaints. They'd genuinely believed Xiang Huo was dead.

Xiang Huo had no talented offspring. If he died, apart from Xiang Teng himself, the strongest remaining member wouldn't even have reached Mortal Cleaving.

When Xiang Teng eventually passed away, their whole clan would be finished.

Most races present wished nothing more than their extinction.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Huo reappeared—much to the frustration of many.

"This time, I must specially thank Wu Tian. It was this young brother who rescued my son."

As Xiang Teng spoke, Wu Tian, seated beside Xiang Huo, rose with a grin, then sat back down.

"While my son was missing, I, as his father, was deeply worried. If he truly had died, what would our clan do?"

Xiang Teng propped his cheek on his hand and said softly.

"Senior, don't you still have yourself?"

Wu Tian looked over with a smile.

"Well said. But I'm getting old—one day I must die. What if I'm gone?"

At that, Xiang Teng swept his gaze around. "I had six sons. Five are dead. Xiang Huo is the youngest. His offspring outnumber mine several times over, but none are worthy of anything."

Below, Xu Mu heard this and narrowed his eyes. He finally understood what the Xiangliu clan was really up to.

Fu Jinyu clenched her fists, her face darkening.

"So I've decided to keep cultivating excellent descendants. I'm old and no longer capable, but my son is in his prime—he can still sire children."

Xiang Teng smiled. "I want to help my son find a new wife."

At this, the crowd below erupted in murmurs and speculation.

"Fu Jinyu!"

Xiang Teng suddenly rose to his feet, fixing his gaze on her direction.

The surrounding crowd all turned their eyes as well, staring at Fu Jinyu.

Fu Jinyu was a prodigy. All the various races were well aware that given time to develop, her future would be limitless.

Thus, most races still showed respect toward the Sky-Demon Tribe.

No one expected the Xiangliu clan to set their sights on Fu Jinyu.

"Fu Jinyu, as a genius, once you marry my son, you're sure to bear powerful descendants. Our two clans joining forces might even let us return to the Inner Realm and claim some land."

Xiang Teng paused, then continued, "Don't refuse just yet. I'm not an unreasonable man. Wu Tian!"

"Yes, senior."

Wu Tian rose with a smile.

"How do you feel about Fu Jinyu?" Xiang Teng asked.

"Very good. Fu Jinyu is someone who loves and hates with conviction. I deeply respect her."

Wu Tian answered without hesitation.

"Good."

Xiang Teng nodded, then turned his eyes back to Fu Jinyu. "This Wu Tian is also a prodigy. At such a young age, he's already entered the early stage of Mortal Cleaving. His future is absolutely boundless."

Xiang Teng smiled again. "Fu Jinyu, my son Xiang Huo and Wu Tian—you may choose one of these two to marry. Isn't that enough respect for you?"

Wu Tian revealed a faint smile. For Fu Jinyu's sake, he had made sacrifices.

Originally, Xiang Teng hadn't brought up Fu Jinyu at all. What he valued was Wu Tian's bloodline.

At just over twenty, entering the Mortal Cleaving realm—even Fu Jinyu couldn't match that talent.

And at the Martial Ranking Contest, he had performed brilliantly.

Xiang Huo had two younger daughters, both with decent talent.

At first, Xiang Teng intended to have Wu Tian marry those two granddaughters to leave behind offspring.

But Wu Tian happened to know about the bad blood between the Sky-Demon Tribe and the Xiangliu clan, so he deliberately raised Fu Jinyu's name.

He laid down his condition: he'd leave descendants, sure, but they had to help him secure Fu Jinyu.

After all, Xiang Huo's daughters were a bit stocky.

Wu Tian was deeply jealous that Xu Mu had a woman who would risk death for him—someone powerful, beautiful, and so well-endowed.

He was confident that as long as he could win Fu Jinyu over, he could make her change her heart.

So this whole scheme—making Fu Jinyu marry Xiang Huo—was just a pretense. The real goal was to push her toward choosing Wu Tian.

When comparing good and bad, people naturally reject the bad. But when comparing bad and worse, most choose the former.

And that's exactly what the two of them were doing now. In any normal woman's eyes, Wu Tian was far better than Xiang Huo.

Fu Jinyu slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet. "Who do you think you are? An elder of my Sky-Demon Tribe? What right do you have to meddle in my marriage?"

"Insolent!"

Xiang Huo shouted sharply. "Fu Jinyu! We've given you too much face! Even your father back in the day didn't dare speak to the patriarch like that!"

"I'm the one giving you face! Outsiders want to control my life?"

Fu Jinyu snapped coldly.

"Fu Jinyu, I can indeed control your life."

Xiang Teng said calmly. "For instance, if I want you dead, you'll die. If I want your tribe to go extinct, they'll go extinct."

The other races around, though angry in their hearts, dared not speak a word.

If they dared do this to Fu Jinyu today, they could use the same method tomorrow against the gifted women of any other race.

"Then let's try it! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Fu Jinyu laughed coldly.

"Miss Fu Jinyu, the lives of our clan members are at stake—don't be rash."

Wu Tian walked over quickly from a distance and said in a low voice, "Time is on your side. You'll go far in the future. Dying here would be such a waste. I'll take good care of you."

"Go to hell!"

Fu Jinyu slapped out with her palm.