Yao Yan fell silent for a moment before finally shaking his head.
Qian Renxue's hands suddenly clenched. She strode quickly up to him. "Yao Yan, why is that? Don't you want to be made a marquis or a minister and enjoy every luxury and glory?"
She paused, then probed, "Or is it... that you want to do something for the common people of this world?"
Yao Yan merely looked at her calmly. "Brother Xue, if I join the Prince's Mansion, what can I gain?"
"The day I ascend the throne, you will become the National Teacher." Qian Renxue answered without hesitation. "In the future, you will stand above ten thousand, second only to one."
"And then?" Yao Yan continued.
Qian Renxue's eyes filled with astonishment. Even being above ten thousand people could not satisfy him—his appetite was far too great!
Could it be that he simply did not like anyone above him?
"Brother Xue." Yao Yan slowly walked to the window. "A mortal emperor is ultimately but a fleeting blossom. What I seek is to stand at the very highest point."
He raised his head toward the heavens.
Qian Renxue followed his gaze, her thoughts turning hazy. So what he pursued was that legend.
Yao Yan withdrew his gaze, turned to her, and smiled. "And as for the titles and ranks you mentioned, once I reach the highest point, obtaining them will be effortless."
"No." Qian Renxue shook her head. "Yao Yan, you have cultivated for too short a time. You do not know that the farther one progresses, the resources cultivation consumes increase by dozens or even hundreds of times."
"This is also why all the Title Douluos on the continent are affiliated with sects or Martial Soul Hall. Without the support of a major power behind you, even