Chongxuan Sheng glared at Chongxuan Zun, grinding his teeth.
Chongxuan Zun looked at Chongxuan Sheng, his smile brimming.
On the day the two brothers entered Jixia Academy...
Old Master Chongxuan had specifically summoned the brothers to the Marquis Mansion, originally intending to settle the matter once and for all. It was precisely time for the brothers to employ every means at their disposal and launch their final showdown.
Yet before the old master could speak, Chongxuan Zun took the initiative to say that he wished to establish his own household. He said things like, "My ambitions do not lie here," and "I've favored the little fatty since we were young," handing over the vast family estate to his younger brother without a second thought. He had copied Chongxuan Sheng's nauseating style of speech perfectly—who knew how many drafts he had secretly prepared.
Chongxuan Sheng flew into a rage on the spot.
How could he possibly accept Chongxuan Zun yielding to him?
His performance in the war against Xia had been plain for all to see.
Who was better able to handle complicated situations? Who was better able to lead the family to glory?
He and Chongxuan Zun were leaders of utterly different styles. Amid complex circumstances, Chongxuan Sheng excelled at unraveling tangled threads, advancing step by step, using a dazzling succession of maneuvers to deduce his way toward victory, seeking the optimal choice. Chongxuan Zun, meanwhile, always went straight for the heart of the problem, pursuing the simplest and most direct solution. In the process, he often overlooked—or rather, simply did not care about—certain details.
It was difficult to say which of these two styles was superior, but who could unite more people? The answer was obvious.
Although Chongxuan Zun had been granted the title Marquis of Champions and was