Since the Heavenly Book Scholar was here, it had to be about the succession race in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
Under Su Ye's lead, Xiao Chen met the Heavenly Book Scholar in the Misty Rain Pavilion. The Heavenly Book Scholar was alone; the Ninth Prince was not by his side.
"Xiao Chen, I waited for you for seven days," the Heavenly Book Scholar said with a faint smile.
The Heavenly Book Scholar smiled faintly. Then, he sized up Xiao Chen as if he was estimating his strength.
Xiao Chen said calmly, "It looks like there is indeed something important. Otherwise, you would not have waited for so long. Speak, then."
The Heavenly Book Scholar nodded and said, "There is still one more month. The various princes will be heading to the palace to fight for the slots for their guests to enter the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb."
The number of slots determined how many guests one could bring into the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. It practically affected the outcome of the succession race.
"How are the slots for the various princes determined?"
Xiao Chen asked.
The Heavenly Book Scholar explained, "It is like this. Every prince has seven basic slots. Then, some more slots are added based on the support of the feudal lords, Noble Clans, and sects in the Yanwu Dynasty.
"Thanks to you, the First Prince's wedding was spoiled, reducing the support of the feudal lords and Noble Clans. However, the First Prince, the Eighth Prince, and the Thirteenth Prince still have the most slots. The First Prince already has sixteen slots, while the Eighth Prince and the Fifteenth Prince each have thirteen. The other princes have different slots, but most of them do not exceed ten. The Ninth Prince only has eight slots. "
Xiao Chen thought to himself, The First Prince's faction is really horrifying. If I had not ruined that wedding, I would not have been able to deal with him. If he had not spoiled the wedding, the Ninth Prince would have been able to bring more than twenty slots into the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. Now, he still has sixteen slots.
The Ninth Prince's slots are pitifully few. To think that he only has one more slot on top of the base.
"In that case, what is going on with the slots three days from now?"
The Heavenly Book Scholar explained, "The slots three days from now is the last chance for all the princes. The princes will draw lots to decide who will fight. The winners will obtain a slot. However, the losers will lose a slot. "
When Xiao Chen heard that, he felt that something was wrong. He said softly, "What a cruel competition. This will probably increase the advantage of the top three princes."
"That's right. This mechanism isn't exactly fair, but that's exactly what the royal family wants. It's to make the strong stronger and the weak weaker … There's no need for the princes who are there to join in the fun to take up extra slots. "
The Heavenly Book Scholar nodded, agreeing with Xiao Chen's point of view. Then, he added some of his own thoughts.
"What does the Ninth Prince mean?"
"The Ninth Prince wants you to accompany him to the Imperial Palace to fight for the final spots. This matter is very important. However, I did not know when you would return, so I waited in this Misty Rain Pavilion. "The Heavenly Book Scholar explained the whole story. Then, he looked at Xiao Chen and waited for his answer.
Xiao Chen pondered for a moment before replying softly, "No problem. However, if I win, I want to keep this spot for myself."
The Heavenly Book Scholar frowned slightly. "You want your friend to enter the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb?"
The Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb was a land of fortuitous encounters with many inheritances. As long as one's luck was not bad, one would gain something after entering. The Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb held great attraction for Sovereign Emperors. Hence, all the Sovereign Emperors of the entire Martial Epoch rushed to the imperial capital Yan City.
Hence, this slot was not just a slot but represented many things.
The Heavenly Book Scholar said, "I can promise you this on behalf of the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince mainly wants to ensure that he does not lose his slot. As long as you win, the slot will be yours."
"Good. It's a deal, then."
"In that case, I'll take my leave first. If you have time, please rush to the prince's residence as soon as possible."
After sending off the Heavenly Book Scholar, Xiao Chen entered deep thought. After a while, he got Su Ye to gather Wu Meng, Mo Chen, and the others.
Wu Meng, Yun Fei, Mo Chen, Mo Chen, and the others gathered at the top floor of the Misty Rain Pavilion. Xiao Chen told everyone about his participation in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
"What do you think about the succession race?" Xiao Chen asked.
Wu Meng immediately replied, "Right now, the favorites are still the First Prince, the Eighth Prince, and the Thirteenth Prince. Although the First Prince's prestige has declined, his accumulations are still there and cannot be underestimated. Actually, the Ninth Prince does not have much of a chance of becoming the crown prince. "
Mo Chen asked softly, "Big Brother Xiao, does the Heavenly Alliance's headquarters know that you support the Ninth Prince?"
Xiao Chen nodded. "After I decided to support the Ninth Prince, I secretly told Lord Mu Zifeng. He did not have any objections. He only said that I will handle the Yanwu Dynasty's matters and that there is no need to be overly cautious. "
"Given that, it looks like the Heavenly Alliance is somewhat indifferent to this succession race. This is really strange." Confusion flashed in Mo Chen's eyes, appearing somewhat confused.
Su Ye said, "The headquarters are just empty words. The important thing is, Lord Xiao, what do you want to achieve? How can we help you? As for the Heavenly Alliance's headquarters, they definitely have their own views on this matter. Since they did not let us know, they must have their own reasons. There is no need to care about it for now. "
Xiao Chen thought about it and agreed. The Heavenly Alliance's headquarters would definitely not miss out on such a big show.
However, he did not know what the Heavenly Alliance's headquarters thought, which was somewhat difficult to understand.
After some thought, Xiao Chen said, "Naturally, my first goal is the Wings of Time. The second goal is to support the Ninth Prince as the crown prince. As for the third goal … let's not talk about it for now. "
However, when Xiao Chen mentioned the third eye, Su Ye noticed a faint murderous intent in Xiao Chen's eyes. She nodded and said, "I understand. I will get the Misty Rain Pavilion to gather information about the Ethereal Immortal Palace's key in Yan City. The various merchant associations affiliated to the Misty Rain Pavilion will also do their best to support the Ninth Prince, helping him recruit more capable guests. "
Xiao Chen nodded slightly. The Sovereign Emperors who came to participate in the selection of guests could not be considered true experts.
The various princes had already promised great benefits to the true experts, personally seeking an audience and taking the initiative to recruit them.
The Ninth Prince frequently led troops to fight enemies. It was hard to say how many resources and connections the Ninth Prince had in the imperial capital.
With the Misty Rain Pavilion's help, the quality of the Ninth Prince's guests should rise to another level.
"Let's do this for now. Mo Chen and Bao`er, calculate how many resources we can use. The main ones are resources that can attract Sovereign Emperors. We can ignore the others. As for Su Ye, come with me to the Ninth Prince's residence tomorrow to meet the Ninth Prince personally. "
Xiao Chen paused for a moment. Then, he looked at Wu Meng and the others and said, "You should make your preparations as well. I will choose one of you to enter the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb with me."
"Haha! I feel that there is no need to prepare anything. Big Brother Wu is the strongest among us. Given his strength, he can hold his own against a Great Perfection Sovereign Emperor. The others will not be able to help Brother Xiao much. "
Yun Fei spoke the truth, not taking it too seriously.
Talent mattered to cultivators. With the same amount of resources and effort, the one with the most talent would definitely improve faster.
Wu Meng's talent was at the peak of the entire Heavenly Alliance's younger generation. Without the restrictions of the headquarters, Wu Meng could rely on the resources of the branches to increase his strength rapidly.
Wu Meng's cultivation was the same as Xiao Chen's, a 2-Vein Sovereign Emperor. However, Yun Fei and the others were still 1-Vein Sovereign Emperors. There was already a significant gap between them.
"Good. Wu Meng will accompany me. It is settled, then."
Xiao Chen did not like to drag things out. In his heart, Wu Meng was his first choice.
Naturally, Wu Meng had no reason to delay such an opportunity. After thanking Xiao Chen, he prepared to enter closed-door cultivation.
Early the next morning, just as the sun rose, Xiao Chen and Su Ye rushed to the Ninth Prince's residence.
The Ninth Prince Wang Yan's residence was in the center of Yan City, adjacent to the imperial capital.
This was where most of the princes' residences were.
When Xiao Chen approached the Ninth Prince's residence, he vaguely felt a vast and vast energy guarding the surroundings, appearing transcendent.
When Xiao Chen stepped into the residence, it felt like he had entered someone else's small world. A hidden energy grasped his every move.
Xiao Chen knew that this energy definitely came from the imperial palace. That was the center of the entire dynasty. It would be hard to avoid some inexplicable energy existing there.
These royal residences were adjacent to the imperial palace. Naturally, they were protected by this energy.
"Xiao Chen?"
Just as the two were about to enter the Ninth Prince's residence, a familiar voice rang out.
Xiao Chen turned his head to look. It was the Eighth Prince Wang Feng. A gray-clad old man from the Divine Sword Pavilion stood beside him. Xiao Chen's eyes sank slightly.
That old man's aura felt somewhat familiar to Xiao Chen. Back then, in the Smiling Daughter Pavilion's Xiao Chen was facing off against the three princes.
Xiao Chen felt that the Divine Sword Pavilion's older-generation experts were sneak-attacking him. It seemed to be this old man.
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