"Become in-laws?"
As soon as those words fell, Qian Yinger's almond eyes widened slightly. With her political sensitivity, how could she fail to hear that Purple Chi Lord was speaking not merely as an elder teasing them, but with a deeper meaning hidden in his words?
Her heart pounded violently. She understood how rare this opportunity was.
Back at the Dragon Blood Hall, she had once told Wei Tu that there were three keys to competing for the position of Dragon Lord:
First, merit. Second, the number of Body Integration Cultivators supporting one's cause. Third, whether one could become, in terms of strength, the undisputed first of their race like Feng Qing.
None of these three points had anything to do with Mahayana cultivators, but that did not mean the stance of Mahayana cultivators was unimportant!
Rather... Mahayana cultivators stood too far above worldly affairs. The younger generation's struggle for the heir's position might draw their "attention," but it would not make them "personally enter the fray."
Because when it came to interests, not even the Dragon Lord could exert too much influence over them. There was no need for them to support either her or Prince Yin.
Even her attempt to win over Wei Tu had only been intended to "borrow his momentum"—to draw over the Feather Dragon Clan's Body Integration Cultivators whom Purple Chi Lord could directly influence, as well as the Purple Zenith Realm remnants behind them.
Neither of these two forces could be underestimated.
They could raise her chances of victory by as much as thirty percent.
After all—the direct line of her Imperial Father had already become the unshakable foundation supporting her succession. The same was true of Prince Yin's paternal faction. Of the four Mahayana beings, the only forces left to win over were