An Open Scheme

"Then let's get straight to the point!"

He didn't say anything more, but simply pointed to the documents in Yuan Rong's hand, indicating that he should look at them himself.

The question that Yuan Rong was about to ask got stuck in his throat and he swallowed it back.

He simply nodded, his demeanor calm and composed.

But his suddenly contracting vertical pupils betrayed the shock he felt at the sudden appearance of the person in front of him.

What's going on? Why can't I sense even a trace of his Psychic Energy?

The unknown is what's most frightening.

Arakawa Jiushu's earring swayed slightly under her hood.

He saw through Yuan Rong's thoughts at a glance and gained a deeper understanding of the current level of this eldest prince who had been controlled as a puppet for many years.

A mediocre person who knows his own limitations.

Perhaps being born into a wealthy family would allow one to live a carefree life, eating and waiting for death.

But he was "lucky" enough to be drawn into the Dragon Spirit Species Royal Family.

He was then destined to be drawn into the struggle for the throne.

Yuan Rong quickly flipped through the documents in front of him and finished reading them in no time.

His face was now filled with barely suppressed anger and a hint of fear.

How can you prove that everything above is true?

They sacrificed other members of the royal family to enhance their cultivation aptitude and soul strength.

"I, as a member of the royal family, have never even heard of such a thing!"

Overwhelmed by a long-awaited surge of emotion, Yuan Rong involuntarily spoke his mind.

Arakawa Jiushu ignored him.

His intense emotions already indicated that he knew the Dragon King was absolutely capable of such a thing.

After a moment, Yuan Rong took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He understood; this was an open conspiracy.

For the sake of his own life, he could no longer afford to slack off.

Yuan Rong certainly has a sense of responsibility as a member of the royal family, but this sense of responsibility stems from the luxurious life the royal family provides him with.

He was breathing slightly heavily, trying his best to remain calm.

What are your intentions?

"It's nothing, I just don't want the prince who advocates foreign wars to successfully seize the position of Crown Prince."

This is not a lie; that's exactly what the Beastfolk think.

However, besides that, they also wanted the battle for the Sea Race's throne to be longer and more brutal.

Arakawa Jiushu continued, "That document is our contribution to those who share our interests."

The document clearly stated the Second Prince's current health condition and the Third Prince's medical examination report.

Among them, the news that the Third Prince Yuanli had already reached the Ninth Realm of the Profound Realm caused Yuan Rong's hand holding the documents to tremble slightly.

He knew better than anyone that popular support, military achievements, and the hierarchy of legitimate and illegitimate children were not the key factors in determining that position.

Strength is the key to securing the position of Crown Prince.

He knew he was not up to the task, so he gave up the idea of vying for the position of Crown Prince early on.

But now it seems that this step back did not bring him back to a life of luxury, but instead pushed him to the edge of death.

To pave the way for the winner, the loser will become the first source of nourishment for the Crown Prince after he ascends to the throne, as a reward.

The Imperial Medical Academy has probably already prepared its ancestral medicinal baths and formations.

They were just waiting for the sacrificial ceremony, when the souls and blood of the other princes would be used to temper the Crown Prince's soul and body.

"Ha, no wonder the Dragon Spirit Species Royal Family has always been a single-lineage heir, so that's why."

Yuan Rong murmured, his voice so soft that it was difficult to hear what he was saying.

Then, he shifted his gaze from the documents to the opportunist in front of him, whose race he did not know.

Tell me the specifics of the cooperation.

"My employer doesn't want the Crown Prince to have a smooth ascension to the throne. You just need to follow your own path and survive."

While conveying the Beastfolk's message, Arakawa Jiushu deliberately emphasized that she was merely an employee.

After he finished speaking, he took out an oval-shaped communicator and tossed it directly to Yuan Rong.

Yuan Rong did not ask about the specific purpose of the communicator.

Everyone knows perfectly well that this is not a partnership where people can entrust their backs to each other.

This thing is basically just for ventilation, to prevent it from disrupting the other side's safety mechanisms.

"It's that simple?"

"If you think surviving the trials is an easy thing."

Yuan Rong fell silent.

Arakawa Jiushu, feeling that she had completed her mission, darted to the window.

The next moment, he used one hand to push himself up, climbed over the windowsill, and disappeared from Yuan Rong's sight.

Just as suddenly as he appeared, he left just as abruptly.

Only the eldest prince, his face growing increasingly gloomy, remained, pondering how to survive using the limited resources available.

Inside an office, numerous communicators and Insect Hive culture dishes were interspersed.

"Beep beep!"

During this process, the base of one of the Insect Hive culture dishes suddenly emitted a warning sound.

An Insect Mother sat in a soft office chair with wheels, pushed off with her legs, and slid towards the petri dish.

The Insect Hive on the petri dish glowed faintly, and a mental connection instantly formed with the Insect Mother.

"Mission accomplished."

The communication consisted of only one sentence, but the Insect Mother still managed to determine which mission's report it came from.

She pushed off with her feet, sliding towards another Insect Hive while simultaneously severing the connection to the previous one.

Seamlessly connecting to the new Insect Hive, she sent out a communication.

"Yuan Rong has accepted the cooperation."

The message will be transmitted to Bai Ye and Hua Yixuan via the special mental network between the Insect Hives.

There's no need to discuss any further details.

No matter how many plans you have, they can't keep up with the ever-changing situation.

It's better to communicate beforehand; as long as we share the same goal, we'll naturally coordinate our actions.

"Insect Mother, Yuan Rong's talent is mediocre, and he's practically invisible in the Sea Race's court. Can he really be used?"

The Hive-Nest Species that served as a communicator asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Who said he's invisible in court?"

"Ah?"

"Compared to a strong monarch, those high-ranking officials and nobles would much rather have someone easy to control."

"It's just that Yuan Rong was mindful of his status as a member of the royal family and didn't want to become a weapon in the power struggle."

"Now that his life is in danger, if he cooperates willingly, half of the court officials from powerful families will defect."

After all, even though he had previously acted like a complete slacker, there were still quite a few families openly and secretly surrounding him.

This is sufficient proof that the aristocratic families of the Sea Race are indeed aristocratic families, and their thirst for power is ingrained in their very bones.

Therefore, with a perfectly legitimate banner available for them to use, it's hard for them not to flock to it.

Meanwhile, in the northern part of the Azure Nether Ocean.

A cargo fleet transporting prisoners sailed across the vast blue desert.

The intermittent fog was beginning to spread across some of the cargo ships.

(Just finished preparing for the ancestral worship ceremony, and I'll probably be busy with it all day tomorrow, so I'm asking for a day off QAQ)