Only One True Dragon Could Sit the Dragon Throne

The Crown Prince... had even learned to hide his strength." Ling Cangqiong gave a cold smile. "It seemed he had already noticed My layout."

Shadow One fell silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "His Highness the Crown Prince has already become wary."

"So be it." Ling Cangqiong lifted his teacup and took a light sip, his tone indifferent. "Let him live a while longer. If he comes to understand My painstaking intentions, I will spare his life. If not..."

His fingers loosened, and the teacup fell back onto the table with a soft clink.

"Then I will have someone else sit in that position."

Changing the subject, a sharp gleam flashed through Ling Cangqiong's eyes. "How are things on Yantian Sect's and Ming He Sect's side?"

Shadow One bowed and reported, "The Sect Masters of both sects have already headed for Tianyan City."

"Heh, I have given them too much face." Ling Cangqiong tapped the table with his knuckles, Killing Intent faintly surfacing. "They dare act so wildly beyond the capital? Once they have fought until both sides are battered... send them on their way."

Both Sect Masters were at the ninth level of the Dharma Aspect Realm. Though it was inconvenient for him to act personally, there were plenty of people who could do the work for him.

Shadow One lowered his head. "Your subordinate understands."

After a pause, he added, "As for the three Princes, they seem to..."

Ling Cangqiong raised a hand to cut him off. The corners of his lips curved in a smile that was not quite a smile. "Tell Me, who do you think King Zhenbei will support this time...?"

Shadow One fell silent for an instant, then replied softly, "The Ninth Prince."

Hearing this, Ling Cangqiong's smile deepened, yet there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes. "Just as expected."

"What a pity..." His fingers lightly traced the rim of his cup. "The Nine Nether Sect's theft of the King Tier cultivation technique actually failed. I had intended to use it to chop off another one of Old Ninth's arms, yet there were experts hidden in the Scripture Repository...?"

From this, it could be seen that Ling Cangqiong knew about the Nine Nether Sect's attempt to steal the King Tier cultivation technique.

Shadow One said quietly, "According to reports, aside from Little Anzi and Chen Lin, there seemed to be another Expert stationed in the pavilion at the time."

Ling Cangqiong's gaze narrowed slightly. "The Scripture Repository... The Crown Prince has also been visiting it frequently of late."

After pondering for a moment, he coldly ordered, "Investigate again! Though I, the Venerable, have detected nothing unusual, that does not mean no one is hiding within."

Shadow One solemnly accepted the order. "Yes!"

"My sons have each proved capable enough. Every one of them is a dragon or phoenix." Ling Cangqiong assessed them casually, yet an imperceptible edge flashed through his eyes, as though he were appraising several passable tools.

He lifted his teacup and drained it in one gulp. Even the icy tea seemed unable to extinguish the pride that belonged to a true dragon emperor. "What a pity. In the end, only one true dragon can sit upon the Dragon Throne. In the end, it will still be Me."

Mingzhou · Nine Nether Sect Headquarters

Deep within the shadowy cave, blood-red runes slowly flowed across the stone walls, like the breathing of something ancient and sinister.

A tall figure stepped forth from the shadows. Dark patterns rippled across his black brocade robe, and with every step, invisible pressure seemed to spread outward.

The cold mist retreated around his feet, as though it feared the king who had descended.

"Welcome, Divine Son."

A hoarse voice echoed through the stone chamber.

Two hunched figures slowly emerged from the darkness—an Old Man on the left clad in robes red as fire, and an Old Man on the right clad in robes white as frost. They were the Yin Yang Envoys, whose names had terrified all of Mingzhou.

If any Governor had been present, he would surely have turned pale in shock.

These two were terrifying beings capable of contending with Experts at the fourth level of the Dharma Aspect Realm!

The Nine Nether Sect had its Sect Master, Deputy Sect Master, Three Venerables, and Yin Yang Envoys!

As for the three great Venerables, they were even more unfathomable. The strength of the Subordinates under their command varied greatly—some might surpass the Yin Yang Envoys, while others might fall somewhat short.

The young man known as the "Divine Son" raised his eyes slightly. A sharp light flashed in them as he slowly spoke. "That Thousand-Faced Illusion Lord in the sect is proficient in the art of disguise, and his methods reach the heavens. Send word for him to infiltrate in disguise and replace that elder in the Scripture Repository. That man may seem useless, but he may prove unexpectedly useful in the future."

"With Thousand-Faced Illusion Lord's methods, he certainly will not alert the old monster in the Scripture Repository."

"At the same time," the Divine Son continued in a low, powerful voice, "this will allow us to come and go freely within the Scripture Repository. Once we obtain that King Tier cultivation technique, the sect's strength can naturally rise another step. It will also make it easier to receive the Divine Maiden in the future. She is still in the capital at present."

The Yin Envoy suddenly let out a laugh like a night owl. "Excellent! Even the Sect Master has praised that Thousand-Faced Old Ghost's disguise arts without end. If he can replace him..."

The Yin Yang Envoys knelt at the same time, their withered palms pressed over their hearts. "Your Subordinates will make the arrangements at once."

The Divine Son's gaze was deep as he continued, "Also, it is time to give that Crown Prince some 'minor troubles.' Remember, do not let him settle them too easily."

The implication was clear: the trouble had to continue, perhaps even ferment.

Hearing this, a flicker of excitement crossed the Yin Envoy's eyes. His lips split into a sinister grin as he let out a low, strange laugh. "Heh heh... As you command, Lord Divine Son. We will certainly take good care of him. It will also clear away some obstacles in advance for your future 'cleanup.'"

After speaking, the Divine Son shifted slightly, then suddenly tore off his upper robe.

In an instant, the originally faint blood-red pattern on his chest flared brightly, writhing and spreading beneath his skin like a living creature.

At the same time, the air within a hundred yards seemed to freeze in an instant. Even breathing became difficult.

That terrifying energy, as if answering a silent summons, began to twist and surge, becoming a tangible dark current that wildly converged toward the Divine Son, as though that spot were a bottomless abyss.

As the Yin Yang Envoys watched the terrifying currents flowing around the Divine Son, an unconcealable trace of envy flashed through both their eyes, though it was mixed with a measure of unwillingness.

The Yang Envoy spoke first, his voice slightly hoarse. "As expected of the Divine Son chosen by the Sect Master's discerning eye. Look at his talent for cultivating the Nine Nether Heavenly Art—he was practically born for it!"

"We have cultivated for so long and exhausted every effort merely to barely reach the Sixth Floor, unable to advance another inch. Yet Lord Divine Son has already entered the Seventh Floor with steady footing. His potential is boundless."

The Yin Envoy clicked his tongue softly, a gloomy sigh passing over his face. "Alas, if not for Lord Divine Son's special identity and the many implications involved, he would likely have broken through to the Divine Treasury Realm long ago. Why would he still be trapped in the Core Formation Realm? In a place like the capital, where dragons and snakes mingle together, he has no choice but to be doubly cautious and conceal his true identity."

The Yang Envoy deeply agreed, nodding as a calculating gleam flashed in his eyes. "Indeed. Thousand-Faced Old Ghost has been notified. That old thing is somewhat lacking in strength, but his disguise arts are among the best in the Nine Nether Sect. Since Lord Divine Son has ordered that ant replaced, then replace him."

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