Fantasy: Ten Dragons Compete for the Throne, I, the Villain, Choose to Play it Off

Chapter 92 The Grand Gathering of Prodigies is About to Begin

Wei Changge glanced at him with great appreciation, and the man smiled calmly, "May I ask, how did I become the Crown Prince of Northern Wei?"

Emboldened by Wei Changge's affirmation, the man said respectfully, "Your Highness, you are naturally exceptionally talented, your strength surpasses that of the other geniuses of your time, and you have won the hearts and minds of the other princes, thus becoming the Crown Prince of Northern Wei as a matter of course..."

At this point, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly realized something.

“Your Highness, I understand. Regardless of whether Li Qiye intends to become the Crown Prince, as long as he demonstrates sufficient talent, he will inevitably be made Crown Prince.”

"As for the support of the other princes, it is not unimportant, but it is by no means decisive."

"Because in essence, these are all matters within the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Hearing this, Wei Changge glanced at the man a few more times and said with a smile, "What you said is very good. You are smarter than the previous person. What's your name?"

"Your subordinate is Wang Mang!"

The man looked delighted.

brush!
A sword beam flashed and pierced directly into the man's brow.

The man stared blankly at Wei Changge, completely bewildered as to why he had also been killed.

The next moment, his consciousness completely disappeared into darkness, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"I don't like people who are too smart."

Wei Changge sighed, shook his head, and said, "You guys remember his name, right? Give him a proper burial and remember to give his family some compensation."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The guards standing nearby were already used to this.

Wei Changge looked at the others again, a smile returning to his face, and said:
"Actually, he was only half right."

"Whether it is the Great Zhou Dynasty or our Northern Wei Dynasty, in the final analysis, it is still an ancient family with a long history."

Have you ever seen an ancient family choose its successor by consulting outsiders?

He paused briefly, and seeing that no one responded, he continued with some regret:
"Take the Great Zhou Dynasty as an example, with its Grand Tutor and Pillar General..."

"They are essentially dependent on the Li family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Taking sides is merely an added bonus; how could they possibly influence the Li family's choices?"

The remaining members of the Northern Wei delegation all kept their heads down and did not speak.

The two men who spoke up earlier are both dead; how could they dare to speak now?

However, Wei Changge seemed to enjoy this feeling of being in control, and when he saw that no one was echoing him, he suddenly lost interest.

"You all go down."

Wei Changge waved his hand and said.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon, bowed respectfully, and retreated away from the place.

After leaving the room, they fled as if they were escaping.

Where is Wei Ling Shuang?

Wei Changge looked at his subordinates and asked calmly.

"Her Highness the Princess has remained in her room and has not come out."

The guard beside him said respectfully.

"Her wedding day should be after the Heavenly Pride Gathering."

Wei Changge's gaze was indifferent, but he habitually wore a gentle smile on his face.

"Staying in your room all the time will make you feel stifled; you should go out more often."

"By the way, I heard that my dear sister went out to play a few days ago, accompanied only by a follower at the Enlightenment Realm. That's not safe."

"The Great Zhou Dynasty is now a mixed bag, even heretical cultivators are trying their luck here. What if they run into bad guys..."

At this point, Wei Changge stopped talking, his eyes slightly narrowed as if he had fallen into a light sleep.

"My subordinate understands."

The guard's eyes flashed coldly, but he still said, "Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will arrange the necessary personnel to ensure the princess's safety." Three days passed quickly.

Outside the Great Zhou Imperial Palace.

There was a huge square, which was now filled with young talents from various powerful factions.

Even though the vast majority of people here will not be selected, they all come to join in the fun.

After all, only the Yin-Yang Two Elements Spring of the Snow Moon Holy Land, held once every ten years, and the Dragon Spring Blood Pool of the Great Zhou Dynasty could attract so many disciples from super powers to such a gathering of geniuses.

Many people travel from afar to witness this grand gathering of geniuses.

After all, they might never see such a grand scene in their entire lives under normal circumstances.

They didn't even have the chance to see the holy sons and daughters, let alone so many geniuses.

At that moment, everyone in the Imperial Mausoleum City arrived here.

Fortunately, the square is large enough and has been equipped with a spatial array, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate so many people. As far as the eye can see, it seems to stretch on forever.

Suddenly a roar, like thunder, came from above. More than a dozen figures flew in the air, their feet treading on the ground. The roar of the strange beasts stirred up a gust of wind.

It has to be said that they were really arrogant. The beasts were only a few meters above the ground, practically walking on the heads of many people, which made many people glare angrily.

"Whose disciple is this? He's far too arrogant," someone said with great dissatisfaction.

"Keep your voice down. Judging from their clothes, they should be from the Southern Abyss Holy Land. The leader is the Holy Son of the Southern Abyss Holy Land, who is ranked fifteenth on the Prodigy Ranking."

Someone whispered words of advice.

Sure enough, the man's expression suddenly changed, he muttered a couple of words, and then dared not speak again.

That's often how things are in this world; a sacred place signifies one of the most powerful forces in the world.

Let alone a holy son, even a disciple of an ordinary holy land is someone that most forces cannot afford to offend.

The next moment, a sharp sword light appeared in the air, as if it were about to tear space apart.

Even from several miles away, it sent chills down one's spine; in just a breath or two, the sword light appeared in the sky above the plaza.

Then a young man dressed in black appeared, carrying a long sword on his back.

"That's the young master of the Burial Sword Pavilion!"

An old man revealed the identity of the visitor.

Burial Sword Pavilion!
At that time, in the Northern Divine Continent, there was only one super power that could rival the Azure Lotus Academy.

It is said that the Burial Sword Pavilion contains immortal swords, which are also the foundation of their sect.

"Sir, this is the Gathering of Prodigies, is it appropriate for you to come and participate?"

A young man standing nearby glanced at the old man and spoke up.

"Young man, you don't understand. As long as you have the right mindset, I'm just like you young people, we're all young people."

The old man stroked his white beard, looking every bit the wise man.

Actually, there are quite a few older people among those who came to participate in this Heavenly Pride Gathering.

The Great Zhou Dynasty stated that there were no age restrictions, but cultivators above the Enlightenment Realm were not allowed to participate.

Just then, a loud roar came.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw an ancient-looking chariot hovering in the air, with a young man clad in silver armor standing on it.

The young man, with silvery-white skin, remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.

The next moment, a scorching aura swept out, and a huge fireball bloomed in the sky.

Only upon closer inspection did people discover a towering figure inside, with long golden hair flowing in the wind and golden eyes gleaming as he stared intently at the silver figure on the chariot.

"These are the prodigy of the Silver Blood God Clan and the young master of the Demon Pavilion!"

Someone recognized the two individuals and exclaimed in surprise.

(End of this chapter)