After some discussion, the clan elders still rejected it.
It was far too absurd!
Although the competition for succession between Dai Weisi and Dai Mubai had been unfair from the very beginning—Dai Weisi was a full six years older, and their resources and connections were on entirely different levels—everyone still paid lip service to fairness and the law of the jungle.
"If Pei Qinhu and A Ke help you win the competition, then should I give the throne to you or to Pei Qinhu?" an elder asked bluntly.
"Of course it should go to me. I'm Father's son—what qualifications does he have?"
"He also carries Dai Family blood. His martial soul is stronger than yours, and he has Innate Full Soul Power. If he truly defeats you, then according to the rules, he would be qualified to claim the throne. The strong devour the weak—that is the ancestral teaching of the Dai Family," the elder cut him off.
Dai Weisi shut his mouth unwillingly, snorted coldly, and left.
What he did not know was that if Pei Qinhu had been willing to change his surname—and if there had not been uncertainty over whether Pei Qinhu and A Ke's martial souls possessed innate compatibility, allowing them to stably use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill in the next generation as well—
The clan elders had actually considered having Pei Qinhu take part in this struggle for the imperial heir.
Having failed to achieve his goal, Dai Weisi left the hall and encountered Zhu Zhuyun, who had been waiting outside for a long time.
"How did it go? Did you succeed?" Zhu Zhuyun asked anxiously.
"The elders refused," Dai Weisi said, shaking his head.
"Damn it. According to the intelligence we gathered, the Heaven Dou Empire's teams and the Four Element Academies' teams