Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

Back to a day ago, Li Xinghu and Li Xingmin had just returned from Shenwutai.

"Hmph! Old Thirteen! What a scheming man!" Li Xinghu cursed angrily as he returned to his study. "He actually predicted that we would prepare a large army in advance and intercepted our men halfway. Now he's completely disrupted our plans!"

Li Xinghu grew angrier as he spoke. He paced back and forth in the study, muttering, "If this is the case, the position of Crown Prince will surely belong to him!"

Li Xingmin, standing by, wasn't as furious as Li Xinghu, but his mood was equally terrible. He frowned as he watched Li Xinghu wandering around the room like a headless chicken. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Brother! Stop wandering around! It's getting on my nerves!"

Li Xingmin was always known for his composure, but even he seemed a little irritated at this moment. After all, Li Xingyun had not only successfully secured the crown prince position, but had also conveniently nipped their mutiny plans in the bud. How could they not be furious?

"Hey~~Sixth brother, why don't we rebel? Even if we can't get the throne, at least we can rule a region, and we can take it slowly later!" Li Xinghu suddenly thought of an idea. He stopped and looked at Li Xingmin excitedly, with a hint of ambition in his eyes.

When Li Xingmin heard what Li Xinghu said, a bitter smile appeared on his face. He slowly shook his head and said, "There's no chance!"

Seeing this, Li Xinghu felt nervous and asked quickly, "What do you mean? Have you accepted your fate?" He really couldn't understand why Li Xingmin was so pessimistic.

Li Xingmin took a deep breath and then slowly spoke, "I'm on good terms with the Sea Clan. Among them is a species of Yin-Yang fish that can transmit sound over thousands of miles. I just received news from Dongzhou that Old Thirteen has sent troops from Southern Xinjiang to attack Dongzhou by sea, transporting hundreds of thousands of troops! These troops are extremely elite. Most of my Dongzhou has already fallen, and the same is true for Second Brother's Youzhou!"

Li Xingmin's voice betrayed helplessness and despair, and his expression grew grave. However, some of the circumstances he described were fabricated. Although he didn't know the true situation in Youzhou, he had to lie to convince Li Xinghu that the situation was irreversible.

Li Xinghu was stunned after hearing what Li Xingmin said. He widened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "What? By sea? Why don't I remember that Southern Xinjiang borders the East China Sea?"

"It must be Old Thirteen who conquered the sea tribes of the Sky Burial Territory!" Li Xingmin explained solemnly, as if this news was a heavy blow to him. He then took a deep breath, as if making up his mind, and continued, "Reclaiming our fiefdom is now impossible. We can only take a gamble while Old Thirteen hasn't completely taken control of the civil and military officials at court!"

His voice revealed a kind of determination and madness, as if he had pinned all his hopes on this last ditch. At the end of his words, Li Xingmin's eyes flashed with madness, as if he had seen the dawn of success.

However, Li Xinghu was confused and worried about his plan. "Give it a go?" He frowned, puzzled, and asked, "At this point, what capital do we have to fight Li Xingyun to the death?"

Li Xingmin didn't flinch in the face of his brother's doubts. Instead, he smiled confidently. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I have a secret method. If you and I practice together, we can significantly improve our cultivation in a short period of time! If we can then eliminate Old Thirteen, we'll have a fighting chance!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Xingmin's pupils suddenly turned into vertical blue pupils, emitting an eerie aura. His voice also became low and bewitching, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

Li Xinghu was startled by his change and hesitated. "Old Thirteen has countless experts under his command. How can we have enough manpower to resist them?" he said worriedly.

"It's okay, leave it to me. I have a way!" Li Xingmin's voice was low and firm, as if it contained endless power. He slowly stood up, his body slightly straightened, exuding a majestic aura.

As he moved, blue light began to flash in his eyes. The light was like a deep ocean, gradually spreading out and enveloping him completely.

Under the reflection of this blue light, Li Xinghu's eyes were unconsciously stained with a hint of blue. The blue was like a veil, gently covering his eyes, making his vision a little blurred.

"This..." Li Xinghu felt a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Instinct told him that he should reject Li Xingmin's proposal, but when he tried to speak, he found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Just as Li Xinghu hesitated, Li Xingmin spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of temptation: "Second brother, are you willing to lose like this?"

These words struck Li Xinghu's heart like a heavy hammer. Deep within him, a wave of unwillingness instantly ignited. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain at all.

"No... I won't give up!" Li Xinghu's voice finally broke through the obstruction of his throat, echoing loudly in the air. His tone gradually became firmer, and the blue in his eyes became more intense, as if burning with a ball of blue flame.