When the Rong Clan's Two Ancestors discussed welcoming Wang Qi's avatar, "Xiang Shu," as one of the new Four Lords, that spirit wave was utterly speechless.
"Is this your plan?"
Even he had to admit that although this path was risky, it was not entirely wrong.
Even without that trace of purple fortune, Wang Qi would at most have needed a few more decades.
In two or three generations, he might have accumulated such a position.
It was practically divine.
Yet Wang Qi never accepted the Two Ancestors' investiture.
Of course, he did not openly refuse it either.
Still relying on his identity as the "Anti-King," he vigorously spread the principles of modern cultivation and the idea of "experimentation" across that planet.
He wanted everyone on the planet to use fortune in this way.
—Or rather, he simply wanted to squeeze this great expert of the Celestial Favored Clan dry, using the other party's reverse-temporal bandwidth, equipment, and consumables to conduct his own experiments.
Because he had slain Mister Iron, the legitimate successor of the Steel Emperor, head-on in the most earth-shattering manner imaginable, he had truly gained momentum and become a Rong with great fortune.
For such a noble Rong, even a fart smelled sweet and a mouthful of spit tasted like honey. Naturally, the entire Rong Clan world had countless imitators.
Over the years, Wang Qi had consumed vast amounts of fortune to explore methods of shaping Rong Clan personalities. He had indeed created a batch of capable Rong, who effectively managed this regime.
However, after the Prairie Fire, he no longer personally molded Rong.
Most of the rest was left to the social system to operate on its own.
The Wood King felt that this was inappropriate, so she once again stood opposed to Xiang Shu, who