Due to the mysterious deaths of the Second and Third Princes, and the conflict between Poison Douluo and the Spirit Hall, Prince Xue Beng and Prince Xue Xing also stood on the opposite side of Qian Renxue. Without the support of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, Qian Renxue found it difficult to consolidate her rule.
There were many reasons, but in Yu Tianheng's view, there was only one: a lack of decisiveness. At that time, what truly brought the matter to a close was that Xue Ye suddenly regained his senses and revealed the fact that Xue Qinghe was his sworn brother, which led to the failure of the plan.
If Qian Renxue had decisively killed Xue Ye back then, and then not exposed herself, she could have directly ascended the throne as the crown prince, and there wouldn't have been so many troubles afterwards.
"Then what are your insights?" Qian Renxue asked.
"It's very simple. Find a suitable opportunity to kill Xue Ye directly, then frame Xue Beng's faction, and execute them all with a legitimate reason. As for the other court officials who oppose His Highness, kill them all in the same way. Then His Highness can ascend the throne as the Crown Prince in a natural way. At that time, no one can say a word against him."
"After all, history is written by the victors."
Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe frowned slightly. "So ruthless, won't this destabilize the situation?"
Yu Tianheng scoffed at this.
"You're still too merciful. In this respect, the Star Luo Empire has done a great job. To fight for the throne, brothers kill each other without hesitation, and in the end, the sole victor sits on the throne. Over the years, there hasn't been any instability within the empire."
"You must understand that unifying the continent is no easy feat. Since you aspire to achieve this goal, you must be ruthless and decisive in your actions."
"Of course, if you find it difficult to act, remember to send someone to inform me before you rebel. I'll lend you a hand. Whether it's Xue Ye or the Xue Beng Party, I'll take care of them."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's expression changed. She thought she was ruthless enough, but she didn't expect Yu Tianheng to be even more ruthless. He either didn't make a move or he would kill everyone. Fortunately, she was on the same side as him. Otherwise, if this kind of person really became her enemy, it would be a real headache.
"Okay, I'll send someone to let you know when the time comes."
"Alright!" Yu Tianheng nodded. "Then it's settled. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now. Take care, Your Highness."
After saying that, Yu Tianheng's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant. Even She Long was at the Titled Douluo level, could not see Yu Tianheng's departing figure.
This made him even more wary of Yu Tianheng, but since things had come to this, he could only leave it at that for now.
Sitting upright in his chair, Xue Qinghe looked at She Long and asked, "Uncle She, what do you think of Yu Tianheng?"
She Long thought for a moment and replied, "Young Master, I can't see through Yu Tianheng, but as things stand, he is extremely dangerous. He is exceptionally talented and ambitious. If we cannot control him, he will be a huge threat to our Spirit Hall. I hope you will make a decision and not easily trust him."
"Is that so?" Qian Renxue asked thoughtfully.
The following morning, on the imperial city of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Ye personally arrived at the scene to deliver a speech, encouraging all participating teams.
The group then set off for Spirit City, located at the heart of the two empires, to prepare for the final battle!
As the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe will also personally go to watch the battle.
After all the participating teams had finished their preparations, they boarded luxurious carriages and set off, accompanied and escorted by elite knights dispatched by the Heaven Dou Empire.
Xue Qinghe's carriage was even more spacious and luxurious, capable of accommodating dozens of people; it was practically a mobile house.
Inside the carriage, Yu Tianheng and Xue Qinghe sat facing each other. Yesterday, Xue Qinghe had completely revealed his identity, and Yu Tianheng had also clearly stated his willingness to continue serving him, thus their relationship had become even closer.
Before his departure, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe sent someone to invite Yu Tianheng to ride in the same carriage with him as a sign of closeness. To outsiders, it seemed that His Highness the Crown Prince valued Yu Tianheng's talent and wanted to win him over to serve him.
In reality, the two were discussing some outrageous matters.
For example, treason!
Although Yu Tianheng shared some insights on this matter yesterday, the specific details still need to be discussed, so the two began to discuss it.
After some time, the discussion about the rebellion was completed.
But they still had a long way to go to Spirit City, so the two started talking about other things to pass the time.
The carriage moved smoothly along the official road. Xue Qinghe unconsciously stroked the cup with his fingertips, then suddenly said, "Yesterday, seeing you Martial Dao against Uncle She Long was quite an eye-opener, and I had to take a closer look at Martial Dao."
He looked up at Yu Tianheng, a thoughtful expression in his eyes. "Although I have cultivated Martial Soul for many years, I have never truly understood the Martial Dao. I wonder if I can increase my strength through Martial Dao cultivation?"
As a prodigy in Martial Soul cultivation, a talent that appears only once every hundred years, Qian Renxue was initially not very interested in the Martial Dao that Yu Tianheng spoke of. She felt that although Martial Dao were exquisite, their practical effects were far less powerful than those of Martial Soul.
However, after witnessing Yu Tianheng casually defeat She Long, a Titled Douluo- level She Long, with a single punch yesterday, he began to waver, realizing that his Martial Dao potential was enormous and no less than that of Martial Soul.
Furthermore, given the future need to confront Bibi Dong, a formidable enemy, he decided to cultivate Martial Dao to enhance his own strength.
That's why I asked this question.
Yu Tianheng raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on Xue Qinghe's gentle and refined face. He was puzzled as to why Xue Qinghe had suddenly brought up the topic of Martial Dao cultivation. However, when the subject was brought up, he became serious.
" Martial Dao cultivation focuses on tempering the body and will, ultimately leading to the same goal as Soul Power cultivation. If Your Highness is willing to dedicate yourself to honing your physical strength, with your talent, you can certainly achieve it."
Xue Qinghe smiled, but his eyes held a sharp glint. " Sinew Refining? I've seen Mu Qing train soldiers. In the early stages of Martial Dao training, they need to temper their bodies with iron sand and carry heavy loads at high speeds. The hardships involved are probably unbearable for ordinary people."
"Your Highness misunderstands," Yu Tianheng interrupted, a wisp of dark blue lightning rising from his palm. " Martial Dao are not just about brute force. It emphasizes using strength to control technique and intention to govern qi. Even without traditional training methods, as long as one can grasp the essence of power generation, it can still be incredibly effective in battle."
As the lightning dissipated, he raised his hand to signal the knights galloping past outside the carriage, "Just like those cavalrymen, wielding long spears, seemingly relying on the strength of their warhorses, but in reality, they subtly employ the principles of borrowing power from Martial Dao spear techniques."
Xue Qinghe's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was pondering the deeper meaning of these words: "The way of borrowing power... you mean, I can integrate Martial Dao into the use of Soul Power?"
Yu Tianheng nodded. "That's right. Martial Dao can allow Your Highness to control your power more precisely, giving you a greater advantage in both Soul Skill combos and close combat." He turned his gaze to the green mountains outside the window, his tone unconsciously becoming serious.