Fantasy: The Clan Chief Lies Down, His House Is Full of Emperors

Before coming to Wu Kingdom, Xu Kong clearly understood that any one of the three contenders for the crown prince position was stronger than the eighth prince, yet he still chose the eighth prince.

The reason is that his arrival is icing on the cake for these three princes. Even if he joins their cause, it will be difficult for him to control them, and he can only serve as an ordinary strategist.

Of the remaining princes, the eighth prince was the easiest to control and had a slightly higher starting point than the others.

Therefore, for him, the best choice was the Eighth Prince.

However, the Eighth Prince was not a suitable candidate to be the ruler of the country.

This left Xu Kong with a lingering worry: he feared that the royal patriarch might think the Eighth Prince was incompetent and forcefully intervene, rendering all his efforts futile.

In a world where strength reigns supreme, scheming can only serve as a tool and cannot play a decisive role.

I thought everything had settled down by now.

As expected, what was bound to happen still happened.

The words of the Martial Ancestor seemed to strike straight to the heart.

Despite having made all the preparations, Xu Kong was still frustrated and helpless when his plan was discovered just as it was about to be completed.

However, now is not the time to feel depressed and helpless.

Xu Kong was unwilling to give up easily until the very last moment.

"I am just a disappointed and disillusioned person who wants to achieve something in a new place and prove myself."

After arriving in the Wu Kingdom, the new identity he gave himself was that of a family loser.

The Martial Ancestor chuckled.

"Your nonsense might fool this piece of trash, but it's far too childish in front of me."

The "waste" he was referring to was naturally the crown prince.

It wasn't that he was prejudiced against the Crown Prince, but everyone knew that the current Crown Prince was inferior to the previous three princes in every aspect.

However, there was no way to stop them. Through Xu Kong's schemes, the other three princes were defeated and withdrew from the battle for the throne.

It's just that no one else knew the reason, only he did.

Xu Kong hesitated, unsure how to defend himself at that moment.

"Hey...."

The patriarch of the Wu Kingdom sighed deeply.

"Your methods are indeed very clever. To be honest, if you were the prince of the Wu Kingdom, I would definitely go against the opinions of the people and let you succeed to the throne."

"pity...."

After realizing something was amiss, the patriarch of the Wu Kingdom launched an investigation. Upon learning that the three princes had been crippled by Xu Kong's schemes, he felt a mixture of love and hatred for him.

What I admire about him is his methods and wisdom; what I hate is that he is not a prince of the Wu Kingdom.

The Martial Ancestor's expression suddenly turned cold, and he questioned again.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Tell me the whole truth, and I'll let you die a little more easily."

"Otherwise, I will search your soul first, and then I will use every method you can think of and can't think of on you."

It was clear that he would take action immediately if Xu Kong remained silent.

A white figure suddenly appeared inside the room.

The Martial Ancestor was on high alert.

"who!!"

This person was dressed in a white robe, his face obscured by thick fog, making it impossible to discern his true nature. However, his cultivation level of the ninth level of True Saint was clearly evident, and he was none other than Xu Qingzhou, who had arrived near the palace long ago.

Upon realizing his cultivation level, the Martial Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief. He was weaker than him, so what was there to panic about?

"So you're the one behind this kid. What exactly are you plotting against my Wu Kingdom?"

He understood that since the other party dared to covet the Wu Kingdom, they must be no ordinary person.

If he weren't worried that Xu Kong had a more powerful backer, he would have searched Xu Kong's soul directly instead of saying so much nonsense.

Xu Qingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, offering no explanation whatsoever. His terrifying pressure, like surging waves, swept towards the Martial Kingdom's patriarch.

His blatant disregard and provocation infuriated the Martial Ancestor, who resolved to fight him first, regardless of his background.

"You're courting death! Today I'll see what makes you think you can covet my Wu Kingdom!"

boom! !

The Martial Ancestor and Xu Qingzhou instantly left the palace and flew to a height of thousands of miles above the ground.

Xu Qingzhou struck out with his palm, unleashing the power of the laws. A booming sound resounded through the sky. What seemed like an ordinary palm strike contained the laws of heaven and earth, and was filled with killing intent.

"boom!"

The Martial Ancestor dared not be careless and immediately threw a punch.

The collision of fists and palms was like the collision of two stars, unleashing terrifying power. Even the ground thousands of miles away could clearly feel the fluctuations.

One by one, the powerful figures in the capital looked up in shock, some even considering fleeing the capital for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Xu Qingzhou stepped back slightly, but was unharmed.

The Martial Ancestor frowned slightly, somewhat taken aback.

He was a Great Saint, while Xu Qingzhou was only a True Saint at the ninth level. Although there was only one level difference, it was still a huge difference in realms. He was only slightly ahead.

"Who exactly are you? Which faction do you belong to?" the Martial Kingdom's patriarch asked in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.

Xu Qingzhou remained silent, then reached out his right hand and gently clenched it.

"Boom!"

A colossal hand, capable of blotting out the sky, suddenly appeared behind the Martial Kingdom's patriarch and reached out to grab him.

"Damn it! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

Being ignored like this, the Martial Ancestor, a powerful Great Sage, was furious. He flipped his right hand, and a delicate short ruler, as white as jade, appeared in his hand. The short ruler was engraved with countless profound inscriptions.

The white jade ruler flew backward and smashed the sky-covering hand into pieces.

Xu Qingzhou, whose face had remained calm and composed, was suddenly moved. He knew that this was the sacred weapon that the Martial Kingdom had inherited for hundreds of thousands of years.

When the Great Zhou Dynasty collapsed, only eight forces established ancient kingdoms by ruling over the mountains. This was because only these eight forces in the Great Zhou Dynasty possessed sacred weapons.

This is the fundamental reason why they were able to establish themselves and build a nation.

Many years after the collapse of the Great Zhou Dynasty, some ancient kingdoms have had the idea of ​​annexing other ancient kingdoms. However, given that the other side also possesses sacred weapons, unless their cultivation level and the number of Great Saint powerhouses far exceed that of the other side, they simply cannot win. Thus, they have lived in peace for so many years.

The white jade ruler floated beside the Martial Ancestor, who stood with his hands behind his back, looking proud, radiating confidence from within.

After all, under normal circumstances, even if two people are at the same level of Saint Realm, they would run away without hesitation if they saw that the other had a Saint Weapon, let alone one who is one level lower.

But Xu Qingzhou remained unmoved, because he also possessed a sacred weapon.

The next moment, the Crimson Phosphorus Heavenly Blade appeared in Xu Qingzhou's hand.

The once extremely confident patriarch of the Martial Kingdom suddenly changed his expression upon seeing the Crimson Phosphorus Heavenly Blade, and a sense of panic crept into his heart.

It's normal for the Great Sage Realm to possess sacred weapons.

But it's unusual that someone at the True Saint Realm would possess a Saint Weapon. This suggests that he is likely from a powerful force, otherwise he wouldn't be able to have a Saint Weapon.

"You... which faction do you belong to?"