C2 New King Naoi's Son

The vast lands of the Myriad Realms were filled with spiritual energy, giving birth to countless cultivators. Thus, the training methods were all different.

On the path of Immortal Ascension, many clans would engage in scheming, fighting, and even fighting and killing.

Among them, there was the rumor that the two Immortals were the strongest, the three emperors were the overlords, and the five kings were the overlords.

The two Immortals had the highest cultivation base, and it was widely accepted in the world.

The Three Emperors were also known as the Three Great Empires. Their Empires were powerful, and each of them was a hegemon.

The five kings, the five great kingdoms, and the five great dukes were all kings because their strength was insufficient.

Under chaotic times, the five kings fought frequently. If strong, then strong. If weak, then death would follow.

Wind Country, the trace of the previous generations of kings in the chaotic world, had been passed down for more than six hundred years!

It was rumored that Xuan Jing, the second prince who had just succeeded the throne, was suspected of murdering his father and brothers.

Today is the first public appearance since taking office.

Outside the Chu Mansion gate, the imperial guards marched at three steps, one at five steps, and the other at the sentry post.

He continued to walk into the palace with the white "Mourning" lantern hanging from his Chu Mansion.

hmm hmm hmm *

In the distance, the sound of a bugle horn could be heard. It sounded like a silent and sorrowful sound.

Chu Jian, the owner of Chu Mansion and also the vice commander of the imperial guards of Wind Country, encountered an ambush from the crown prince's men while helping Xuan Jing seize the throne.

In order to protect their lord, Chu Jian did not hesitate to use his life to give Xuan Jing a chance to escape. In the end, he was outnumbered and killed by an angry enemy.

Today, Wind King came to the Chu Mansion with the intention to pay his respects.

Then, the envoys from various countries came over one after another, waiting to see, was the new king's rise a blessing in disguise to the Wind Country?

"Screech!"

A loud cry resounded through the sky, and a huge fierce bird circled once above Chu Mansion before flying far away.

Astonishingly, on the back of the bird was a cultivator. If there was no surprise, it should be a cultivator protecting Wind King.

As for that fierce bird, the envoys that were standing in the various countries were all familiar with it, it was the extremely expensive Griffin.

ta ta ta … *

After the horn was sounded, a group of guardians formed from cultivators stopped in front of the Chu Mansion gate. An exceptionally tall handsome horse pulled a luxurious carriage and appeared before everyone's eyes.

The strange thing was that the horse's eyes were glowing with a red light. It was surprisingly easy to pull a carriage that was several times heavier than itself.

Unbelievable.

Opening the door curtain, Xuan Jing dismounted from his horse alone. He did not wear emeralds nor embroidered clothes. He dressed like a mourner and handed over the crown to his men.

Xuan Jing was tall and rugged, with straight eyebrows and starry eyes. His gait was vigorous, with one hand behind his back and the other dragging his sleeves. His eyebrows were raised slightly in the wind, and he looked like he was composed.

Xuan Jing waved his hand and retreated, then walked step by step towards the depths of Chu Mansion.

Deep within the Chu Mansion, inside a large, quiet hall, two Maidservant were crying quietly, and only one youth was standing there without a change in his expression or expression.

Looking at him from the outside, he seemed to be around ten years old. Dressed in a long green robe, his brown eyes were as calm as usual, yet as cold as frost. His cheeks were full, and although his appearance was not handsome, it was very pleasant to look at, and he revealed a maturity that was different from his age. He was Chu Hai, the son of Chu Jian.

"You're the fool, you're not fit to be my father. I won't cry for you!"

Gazing at the coffin, Chu Hai's eyes dimmed, and his tears quickly withered.

He still remembered the last time he left, because that was the first time he confronted Chu Jian, but it was also the last time.

At the moment, he couldn't understand why Chu Jian had to support the second prince. What did he get in the end?

It was the Heartless Emperor Wang Family that caused him to be trapped in a whirlpool of power, causing trouble for himself and for his family.

Ye Zichen punched Chu Hai in the chest. Chu Hai was a bit unsteady, he hates himself!

"Am I really rotten wood?"

Chu Jian had said this many times, and even Chu Hai himself began to doubt it.

It was only on the path of cultivation that he was truly lacking.

"Ah!

Chu Hai's thoughts drifted away as he forced his head to explode. The extra memories he had recently told him that he didn't belong here.

The occasional memory reminded him that his ancestors had been born with mud legs, a true farmer.

Farming techniques, experience and experience.

Time flew by. After graduating, he had been a soldier, and he had also been to a peacekeeping infantry battalion …

Did I sacrifice myself? Ye Zichen's words woke the man from his dreams.

However... He still couldn't figure out how he came to this world.

If he couldn't figure it out, then he didn't want it. If he couldn't figure it out, then he had to think about it!

Humans had to live!

The foreign lands were also known as the "Wasteland Continent".

Throughout the continent, there were many cultivators who used the body as the base, nurturing the Qi first, and the Inner Qi as the center. After the True Qi was formed, the Spiritual Force would transform and finally achieve immortality.

He was transformed into a warrior, a martial master, a grandmaster, and a Spirit General.

Above that, it was not something that a human could hope to achieve.

It was a world where military might was paramount.

Chu Hai was confused about Wu Tie's death. There were some things that Chu Jian would never tell him.

Chu Hai could only guess that his father was in a royal whirlpool. He couldn't do anything and didn't even have the chance to leave by himself. He could only walk all the way to the dark and gamble on the lives of his entire family.

He remembered that his aunt had once leaked her story, saying that his father drank too much because his mother had been implicated by him and felt remorse from the bottom of her heart.

In the midst of his remorse, he felt even more remorseful. He hated himself for his incompetence.

Until death, in exchange for Chu Mansion rebirth.

"You, follow me!"

Just as Chu Hai was deep in thought, a strange sound came from behind him. It was Wind King. After staring at the coffin for a few seconds, his eyes locked onto Chu Hai as if he had made a new decision.

After seeing who it was, Chu Hai abandoned his composure and panic flashed across his eyes. He didn't know what to do in a hurry while Maidservant and the others, who were kneeling and crying, greeted him one by one.

Just when Chu Hai knelt down to pay his respects, a pair of strong hands held him up and signaled him not to use them with their eyes. Then, they brought him out of the mansion.

Outside the Chu Mansion gate, more and more officials and envoys from all over the countries gathered, glancing at Wind King and the young man who suddenly appeared beside him.

Under the scorching gazes of the crowd, Chu Hai feigned an unsightly expression. He felt slightly uneasy, and a wave of force came from his hands, as if he was comforting Wu You.

"The oligarchy ascends the throne, attracting many criticism. What the oligarchs want to tell everyone today is that the oligarchs are not heartless people. General Chu Jian sacrificed himself for the Wind Country, and died for the few, missing him, missing him. "

With a tense expression, Wind King shook his head and continued to speak while looking at Chu Hai, "The Wind Country will be reborn once more if the wielder is to ascend to the throne. This child is the beloved son of General Chu Jian, and from today onwards, he will be the adopted son of this duke."

With that, Wind King put his hand on Chu Hai's shoulder and looked at him with encouragement.

Before Chu Hai could react, a head steward stepped forward with an imperial edict and announced, "The king has an edict. This king obeys the orders of the heavens. A meritorious official is a king's official. and conferred the title of Premier to Lord Weng Zhiwen, General Ruan Yue to the Head Protector of the Kingdom and Count Yan Yidao to the Lord … "

Under the gazes of the attendants of the court and the envoys of the All Countries, bounty after reward quickly spread out, and all the meritorious officials who were conferred the title knelt down to thank the decree.

The ambassadors gathered in groups of three to five immediately began their conversation.

"Heh, this Wind King is really generous. It is said that this old man Weng Zhiwen was once Wind King's teacher. I never thought that he would be able to sit in Premier's position in his lifetime. It is a blessing in three lifetimes."

"This Weng Zhiwen must be on the verge of death, but General Ruan Yue was able to soar into the sky. "I heard that Ruan Yue was a deputy general in the past, and was planted in the army camp by Wind King. I think she must have helped a lot by usurping her position this time."

There were many envoys from the other countries, and there were always rumors.

"For this General Ruan Yue to be able to sit as the Imperial Protector is equivalent to handing over the military authority to him. It seems that we have to properly curry favor with him in the future."

"Sigh!" "Who said it wasn't. When Old Wind King was still alive, we did not put this Weng Zhiwen in our eyes at all. Now, this has become something we envoys can only look up to."

Looking back on the past, who could predict the future if the royal power was overturned in a day and a night?

"What is this Yan Yidao?"

The All Countries envoys discussed, and when they met with doubt, they would gather together to discuss.

"I know Yan Yidao, he is from a cultivator family, the Patriarch of Yan Family Stronghold. I heard that the Yan Family Fortress paid a huge price when the new king ascended to the throne this time. Just looking at the people battling with the crown prince's men, one third of the people of the Yan Family Fortress are about to die.

"I don't think Yan Yidao will be satisfied with just a Count position."

… ….

A title in the Wind Country meant that it was exclusive.

Only those officials who had contributed greatly would have the chance to obtain it.

The ranks were arranged from low to high: Baron, Viscount, Count, Marquis, Duke.

Yan Yidao's Count's territory was equivalent to a county, which was similar to a modern city.

Above a commandery was a provincial capital. With the title of Marquis, one would be able to sit in a commandery.

Looking back at the six hundred years since the passing down of the Wind Country, there had never been a Marquis before. One must know that currently, there were only ten provinces in the Wind Country.

Marquis, I'm afraid only those who have made great contributions in expanding their territory have the right to own them.

As for the Duke, he would never be able to do so unless he had the power to destroy another country.

The other advantage of being a noble was that other than having a fixed amount of taxes, you had the right to kill people in your territory.

… ….

Since this matter had nothing to do with them, the envoys from the other countries could only make guesses from the sidelines.

"However, this new prince accepting a son is rather unexpected. I wonder what he's plotting?"

"If he doesn't accept early or late, he must do it in public. I'm afraid that Wind King did it intentionally, with the intention of winning over the hearts of the people."

"Based on your analysis, there's a high chance that this is the case. We should send back the changes in our Wind Country as soon as possible."

After the rewards were given, Wind King left quickly, and the imperial guards also left one after another.

Only Chu Hai, who was still standing on the spot, was not confused by the sudden rise in the price. Instead, he was lost in thought.

Chu Jian died because he was trapped in the royal whirlpool, how could he follow the old path!

"Your Highness, the king said that you are still young and inexperienced, so he specially ordered this old servant to find you a housekeeper. In the future, your Chu Mansion will be changed to the Duke Chu Palace, and your salary will also be given to the other princes."

Before Chu Hai could regain his composure, the steward, who had just finished reciting the imperial edict, woke Chu Hai up.

This Chief Steward was someone Chu Hai knew. His name was Geh Huang, and he was one of Wind King's trusted aides.

When he met someone, he would greet them with a smile. In reality, his steps were vigorous and his inner breathing was deep. He was most likely a powerful expert.

"Thank you for your concern, Head Supervisor. My father has not been buried, so it would be inconvenient for me to thank your majesty. Please enlighten me."

Chu Hai cupped his hands in thanks with a sad expression.

"Your Highness, please grieve, this old servant will not stay for long, this is the order badge the king gave you, from now on you are His Highness the prince."

After Chu Hai accepted the token, Geh Huang left in a hurry.

When the new king took office, the imperial court had a lot of political affairs, so the busiest person was probably Geh Huang, his trusted aide.

Uncle Lian, an old man in his fifties. He looked kind and had a bunch of goatees on his back. Right now, he was rushing to Chu Mansion and was the butler the new King had sent to Chu Hai.

When Chu Hai first saw Uncle Lian, he immediately noticed that something was amiss, but he couldn't say anything out of the ordinary.

Along with Uncle Lian came Chu Hai's annual salary, which was a total of one hundred gold coins.

In the mortal world, the rules set by the two Immortals were: currency equalization, exchange rate of one to one hundred.

A hundred copper was equal to a silver coin.

A hundred silver coins was equal to one gold coin.

Only, one gold coin was equal to one Spirit Stone.

Spirit Stone, a product of heaven and earth. It was a cultivation resource that all cultivators of the world yearned for in their dreams, and it was produced by the Tianchong Mountain.

Tianchong Mountain was the Second Immortal's territory.

Normally, when a cultivator earned gold coins from the secular world, they would exchange them for Spirit Stone for their own use in cultivation.

It was not hard to see here that the Spirit Stone s controlled by the two immortals were equivalent to holding onto the lifeline of the cultivators of the world, making them completely inhumane.

In order to seize the cultivation resources, all the cultivators in the world entered the secular world to earn gold coins.

From this, it could be seen that the two immortals were trying to wear down all the cultivators in the world in exchange for their status and being preserved for a long time.

Next!

Our story will start from the Wind Country …