Push Me Forward as Holy Son? What?
Jiang Fan was utterly stunned.
"Push me forward as Holy Son?"
"If I don't participate as a World Traveler, then I have no qualifications to become the Holy Son!"
"And aren't they fighting over the position of Holy Son? Why would they hand it to me?"
Zixiao Zhenren said nothing.
Jiang Fan pondered for a moment, then suddenly understood.
"I understand, Master!"
"You mean they might use me as a shield!"
Zixiao Zhenren gave a cold laugh.
"Correct!"
"Certain factions may not have absolute confidence that the candidate they support can win, or there may be internal disagreements."
"At a time like this, pushing you—someone who has already lost qualification—onto the stage can both draw fire from other factions, muddy the waters, and test the attitudes of the other forces!"
"If you're chosen, they can still manipulate things from behind the scenes. If you fail or fall, they suffer no loss, and might even use it to suppress their opponents!"
"To them, my Zixiao Hall right now is a convenient chess piece!"
Jiang Fan fell silent for a moment, a chill running through his entire body.
Inside the Holy Land, things were actually this treacherous and unpredictable, with fellow disciples harming one another and human lives treated like mere pieces on a chessboard.
"So Master is afraid I won't withstand the temptation, and when they push me forward as Holy Son, I'll rashly agree and fall into their trap!"
Zixiao Zhenren nodded.
"The position of Holy Son is dazzling beyond measure!"
"Becoming the Holy Son means you will become the future Holy Master of Mystic Heaven Holy Land, and also one of the true top figures of the Mystic Heaven Realm!"
"With such power and status, not to mention you, so young in