Ever since Wang Chong had occupied the Nineteen Provinces, the balance of power under heaven had quietly shifted.
Everyone knew that the Prince of Yan was destined to rise!
Although the strongest power under heaven was still the tribes of the Grasslands, followed by the Empress, with Wang Chong only coming after her, everyone knew that the Empress was Wang Chong's own mother. He was her only beloved son, and she had made countless efforts to have him inherit her throne, though without much success. Now Wang Chong's power had grown beyond restraint, and the great clans and aristocratic families could do nothing more. Sooner or later, the forces of the Empress and the Prince of Yan, mother and son, would unite.
Who in the world could still hold the Prince of Yan down?
Many powers had simply been unable to pledge themselves to Wang Chong because he had risen too quickly.
Wudang had only just sent a group of young disciples and had originally intended to wait and see a little longer. They had not expected that even now, they were already a little late.
Shaolin regretted it all the more. After all, they had never taken action and had let the best opportunity slip away for nothing.
In the world Wang Chong had transmigrated from, Shaolin and Wudang produced no talent at all. The Shaolin and Wudang of martial arts fiction were merely groups of civilian contrarians who opposed the imperial court and knew nothing but martial arts. But the martial sects of this world were equivalent to its leading academies, with Shaolin and Wudang the very best universities. Their disciples all came from the most powerful Lineages and already possessed their own family learning. They came to Shaolin merely to further their martial studies, and had always