The Heavenly Court was an empty shell, without a single Emperor Weapon. The great holy lands that wielded Emperor Weapons were the true decision-makers.
The title of Tianxuan Saint Son carried far more weight than the nebulous title of crown prince of the Heavenly Court. At least, that would hold true for the next five hundred years.
Never mind the crown prince-even Emperor Zun Ye of the Heavenly Court was scrambling to become the Tianxuan Saint Son, because a Saint Son could actually inherit an Emperor Weapon.
However, Jiang Ming, the Solar Sect Master, had only just been brought into the Heavenly Court's fold and knew nothing of the hidden dealings. Struck by two enormous windfalls, he was instantly left dizzy.
Instinctively, he felt that the crown prince of the Heavenly Court must outrank the Tianxuan Saint Son. But he had already given Holy Master Lin his word, leaving him caught between the two.
At this critical juncture, the old saint of the Jiang Family coughed lightly. "Speaking of lineage, our Jiang Family is the rightful heir. Fellow Daoist Jiang Ming, our ancestors were kin. Might you let this old man take a look at the child?"
Silence fell. The two who had been at loggerheads immediately furrowed their brows, their smiles vanishing.
Damn it! We schemed against the young fellow and forgot about the old ones!
The Solar Body was a special constitution capable of sustaining ten thousand years of glory. What holy land ancestor could see one without being tempted? The Jiang Family's saint was no exception. Besides, this Solar Body even bore the surname Jiang.
Taken aback, Jiang Ming, the Solar Sect Master, asked cautiously, "Senior, do you wish to take my grandson as your disciple?"
"Why not? I was the Jiang Family's one hundred and eighty-seventh