The Imperial Son's Substitute
Liu Clan.
Several people were gathered in the hall.
A beam of light shone between the group of people.
A figure stood in the middle of the pillar.
If Lu Changzhi were present at this moment, he would have noticed.
The figure in the pillar was none other than himself.
Are you sure?
At that moment, a sound rang out.
"How can we be 100% certain about such a thing? Bring it here, and we can verify it ourselves," the other Human Dao.
"Where is it?" the person who came first asked.
Several people looked at one person, who Human Dao:
"His exact location is unknown, but he may go there soon for the duel between the Shen Clan and the Withering and Flourishing Sect."
As soon as the words were spoken, Human Dao immediately said:
"With the strength of my Liu Clan, how can we not find the whereabouts of a junior?"
"Indeed, why is that?" another voice echoed.
The Human Dao who answered said:
"For ordinary juniors, this would not be difficult, but as you all should know, how could someone who can stand in for the Emperor's son be ordinary? To know this is already the limit."
After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the hall.
Soon, voices changed the subject.
"I'm planning to go out for a walk soon, and I'll take the opportunity to see if this young man has any potential."
"You want to go see?" someone laughed.
"Duanyuan, are you planning to destroy this junior? Don't forget, the successor to the Emperor's son must be alive."
As soon as he finished speaking, laughter erupted all around.
Liu Duanyuan wasn't annoyed, but said rather irritably:
"Although I'm physically strong, I'm not brainless. If you keep teasing me, I'll refine you one of your days while you're resting!"
"What are you saying? People who have cultivated to such a level don't need to sleep anymore," the speaker said.
"Alright."
The other person spoke up:
"Let's get down to business first."
As he spoke, the man looked at Liu Duanyuan and said:
"Do you still remember the conditions for the replacement of the imperial prince? If you don't, someone else will have to go."
Upon hearing this, Liu Duanyuan smiled:
"We've all gone to such great lengths for this succession of the imperial heir, how could I possibly forget those things? Do you expect me to recite them from memory right now?"
"No need to memorize, just remember it," the voice said.
"However, I still need to remind you of something."
"What?" Liu Duanyuan asked.
"Are you afraid that I'll lower my standards just to get this done, thus delaying what comes next?"
"Yes." The speaker nodded.
"But since you were able to say it, it means there's nothing to worry about."
"Tch." Liu Duanyuan shook his head.
"As I've said before, I may be a bit physically strong, but I understand perfectly well how important the matter of finding a successor for the Emperor is. Without a successor, the Emperor's son will be restricted from going out, and who knows how much more time will be wasted in his growth. You can all rest assured."
"Okay." The speaker nodded.
"Then I'll leave this matter to you."
"Remember to be extra careful and don't be careless. You bear the heavy responsibility of forging for the clan; we can't do without you."
"Pah!" Liu Duanyuan spat.
"While the reasoning isn't wrong, these words are really harsh!"
Misty Clear Realm.
Ten days.
The Shen Clan's invitations were sent to all directions.
Almost all the factions were aware of the Shen Clan's plan to create momentum.
In addition, the gambling match itself was unusual, and the events witnessed by the Liu Clan further complicated matters.
For a time, many forces intended to go and see for themselves.
Perhaps they're learning from the experience of promoting younger generations, perhaps they're verifying the relationship between the Shen Clan and Liu Clan, or perhaps they're simply waiting to see if any unexpected events might occur...
Within the Withering and Flourishing Sect.
Du Niansheng scanned the movements related to the gambling battle.
After a moment, he gently shook his head and sighed softly:
"I never imagined that my Withering and Flourishing Sect would one day garner such attention and discussion within the Misty Clear Realm."
After saying that, Du Niansheng's expression became complicated.
"Things have developed to this point, and now we can no longer control their direction; we can only go with the flow. This feeling of being swept along is something I've rarely experienced in all these years..."
"Hopefully, this disciple of the Emperor's son can win and secure a glimmer of hope for our Withering and Flourishing Sect."
He wasn't surprised by the fate of the Liu Clan.
After all, based on the information currently available, this matter involves the imperial prince of the Liu Clan, and the fate of the Liu Clan is to be expected.
However, judging from the choice of battlegrounds...
The Liu Clan seems to be more on the side of the Shen Clan.
Only if this disciple of the Emperor's son wins might there be a chance to win the Emperor's son's favor or satisfaction for his Withering and Flourishing Sect.
As long as the Liu Clan can get through this, there aren't many things in the Misty Clear Realm that can't be overcome.
On Hidden Origin Peak.
The sunlight fell, shining directly on Gu Chen's body.
His bare upper body, bathed in sunlight, exuded an alluring sheen, and the defined muscle lines added a touch of powerful beauty.
Suddenly, Gu Chen, who was calmly cultivating, trembled slightly.
A fleeting look of surprise crossed his face, which quickly faded before he regained his composure and became extremely serious.
Swish, swish, swish.
A noticeable surge of energy emanated from Gu Chen's body.
Beneath Gu Chen's skin, one could vaguely see a touch of blood, as if it were moving or surging.
At the same time, Gu Chen's aura also began to rise rapidly.
This process lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
After Gu Chen's breathing returned to normal, he opened his eyes a moment later, his eyes showing a mixture of joy and emotion.
"Is this what makes bloodlines so extraordinary?"
Gu Chen murmured softly, touching his arm.
"The Saint King has taken this step so easily; no wonder there's a saying in the Misty Clear Realm that having the right bloodline means you're born with a half-win advantage."
Many things are simply beyond our comprehension; we'll never know how incredible they truly are until we experience them.
Gu Chen was absolutely certain.
The step to becoming Saint King was far easier than when I first stepped into the Saint Realm.
Without a sound, I suddenly felt it.
And then it'll be fine.
It flows smoothly like clouds and water, and eating and drinking are as ordinary as everyday life.
"Now that we've had this much practice, this improvement will increase my chances of winning," Gu Chen said softly.
The initial time allotted for the task was quite ample.
However, the involvement of the Withering and Flourishing Sect led to this gambling war.
It wouldn't have been a problem in itself, but the discussion of the date of the duel was set too early due to the intervention of the Liu Clan.
Although Liu Wentian of the Liu Clan is not very old, he is not so exaggerated as to be Saint Venerable or even Saint Emperor.
However, he had already entered the Saint King Realm long ago.
Based on the experience of my fellow disciples, this bet is extremely dangerous.
After all, even with overwhelming superior realm and strength, the odds of winning are only 99%, not to mention being a level weaker in realm, which is practically tantamount to suicide.
But the matter has already been decided.
In addition, if the tasks are not resolved, the sign-in tasks seem to not appear.
We still have to bite the bullet and give it a try.
It's always better to be a little weaker than to be a little weaker than a whole realm!
Just then, Gu Chen suddenly sensed something and looked up.
Qin Li, who had somehow appeared in mid-air, was looking at him with a mixture of surprise and realization. She said:
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Gu."