"What you say does make some sense. Since that is the case, if I take Beitang Xing as my disciple, would that not precisely make up for Pudu Cult's shortcomings? At the very least, for a short while, it could ensure that Great Yong would not make a move?"
How much influence a Prince possessed was actually a rather mystical question. A formidable Prince might dare to kill his own elder brother, imprison his father, and seize the throne through sheer violence. The entire nation would rest upon a single thought of his—truly the ultimate configuration.
Of course, there were weaker ones as well. Yet no matter how weak, they were still the blood descendants of a Great Emperor, the most exalted people in the entire imperial dynasty. There would certainly be no shortage of sycophants at their side. With the fawning hearts of such people, even the slightest hint from Beitang Xing could produce a considerable effect.
This was also why so many emperors deeply disliked Princes forming factions and pursuing private interests at court. A Prince combined with ministers was imperial power itself. How could anyone who touched imperial power possibly come to a good end?
For someone like Beitang Xing, there was no need for him to do much for Hui Kong. So long as he learned certain crucial information and revealed it to Hui Kong at the right time, it would be enough to spare Pudu Cult from major losses.
He could even use his status as a Prince to borrow the tiger's might and wildly expand the faith's followers. That was not impossible either.
"Master, you are still testing Meng. If Beitang Xing were so easily brought to heel, he would not deserve your regard. Rather than trust him, I say you should trust me.