"Not only that, if you do Ning Zhen this favor, won't he owe you a huge debt?" Qian Xunji turned his head and fixed Yu Yuanzhen with a deep gaze.
"Don't forget, your son Xiao Gang is still living under someone else's roof at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! With that connection, won't Ning Zhen treat your son like an ancestor, pouring the entire sect's resources into helping him study his theories?"
At the mention of his precious son, the stubborn look in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes finally softened. Though he called Yu Xiaogang useless, in his heart he cared about this legitimate son more than anyone.
"Let an auxiliary sect take the hits while we quietly rake in the profits—and we can pave the way for Xiao Gang's future, too..." Yu Yuanzhen stroked the prickly stubble on his chin. The more he thought it over, the better the deal seemed.
"Then... Your Holiness, what do you want me to do?" Yu Yuanzhen finally gave in.
"It's simple."
A smile that suggested everything was under his control curled Qian Xunji's lips. "On the Arena, give it everything you've got. Knock that cripple Tang Zhen and all those disgruntled Clear Sky Sect elders off the platform, and show them the absolute dominance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"Afterward, all you need to do is announce publicly that you're greatly depleted. Then, to show your respect for Senior Yuan Lie, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Protecting Douluo, say that you're not worthy of the title and are willing to yield the position of the strongest in the world."
"You'll demonstrate your invincible strength, win a reputation for respecting your elders and caring for the young, and for being indifferent to fame and fortune. Most importantly, you'll put the