Yun Che's words and actions made the people present either stunned, dumbfounded, bewildered, or secretly laughing. The various expressions were truly brilliant.
And Meng Zangji, who was second only to the emperor in the Kingdom of Dreamweavers and above everyone else, had an expression that was so wonderful that all the dream masters had never seen it before.
But Meng Zangji was still Meng Zangji after all. After being caught off guard by Yun Che’s completely unexpected operation, he quickly calmed down and his voice returned to being calm and heavy: “After all, you are the son of Your Majesty. You are indeed very smart. What you just said is indeed in line with what I am thinking.”
"There is a huge gap between your cultivation and Jianxi's, and everyone can see this. Your cultivation is far inferior to that of the Dream Weavers of the same realm, and this is an indisputable fact. Since you are so self-aware, you should understand that at least for now, you are far from being fit to be a son of God standing shoulder to shoulder with Jianxi."
He paused for a moment, and said in a stern voice, "As for the idea of arranging for a profound practitioner of the same realm to humiliate you... that's simply nonsense!"
"Meng Jianyuan, since you are the son of the Lord, you should pay more attention to your words and deeds! You are sloppy, disrespectful to your elders, and you are so reckless... How can you be worthy of being the son of the God of Dream Weaving!"
Meng Zangji's words were well-reasoned and powerful, and they carried the regret of an elder for his junior... But in fact, everyone who knew him well knew that he was actually angry... He was so easily angered by a junior he met for the first time.
"Lies?"
Compared to Meng Zangji, Yun Che's expression was always leisurely and indifferent. He showed a look of doubt that made anyone who saw it think it was fake: "That's strange. If you want to stop me from becoming the Son of Dream Weaving, you must question and criticize my qualifications and cultivation. And to prove this doubt, to prove that I am unworthy, you must arrange for a few profound practitioners of the same realm as me to suddenly jump out and challenge me, so that I will be defeated in disgrace and dare not touch the name of the Son of God again... Hmm? Such a simple and natural, perfect back-up plan, and you actually have no plan?"
His eyes widened a bit, and the doubt in his eyes also magnified, and his gaze turned to Meng Jianxi: "Jianxi Shenzi, are the people in your faction really so useless?"
No matter how hard Meng Zangji tried to keep his emotions stable, his long white beard still trembled slightly.
"Pfft..." Dian Jiuzhi burst out laughing, but completely restrained himself the next moment, as if nothing had happened.
The word "faction" is extremely sensitive no matter which kingdom of God it is, or even among forces outside of the kingdom of God.
Meng Jianxi has his own faction that is tied to his fate, and it is headed by his mother's clan. This is a tacit understanding in the entire Dreamweaver Kingdom.
But no one could have imagined that "Meng Jianyuan", who had just returned to the Kingdom of Dreamweavers and hadn't even landed firmly on his toes, let alone standing firmly on his feet, would dare to say the word "taboo" in front of everyone.
“…” Meng Kongchan’s expression did not change, and he did not say a word. He just watched the development of the situation quietly… After all, Hua Fuchen had a foxy smile on his face that day, clearly telling him to let Yun Che face it on his own.
Miraculously, Yun Che was facing Meng Zangji, Meng Xuanji, Meng Kongdu... and the entire Meng Jianxi faction, but Meng Kongchan had no worries at all.
Perhaps subconsciously, he felt that he could win over Hua Caili, who was engaged to Dian Jiuzhi, right under Hua Qingying's nose... This would be much more difficult than facing the Nine Great Dream Palaces alone.
Under the various gazes of the audience, Meng Jianxi stood up, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned: "Brother Yuan, this is inappropriate. We are all from the same origin in Dreamweaver. Even if we sometimes have different opinions, we are all loyal to Dreamweaver. There is no faction. Brother Yuan, please don't say these two words again in the future."
"The chief hall master and his men are temporarily against you becoming the Son of the Dreamweaver God. They have their own considerations that have accumulated over countless years. They are only for the word 'Son of the God'. It is not for me, nor for you. It is absolutely impossible for them to deliberately arrange people to humiliate you."
His expression was serious, and his words were simple and precise. In those few words, he gave instructions from the Son of God to an ordinary son of the Emperor, and from an elder brother to his younger brother. His instructions also carried a hint of disappointment that was noticeable enough to make people notice it.
The last sentence seems to be a consolation, but if you think about it, you can interpret it as disdain... As if to say, are you worthy of being targeted by the Chief Hall Master and others?
Facing Meng Jianxi, Yun Che still had a smile on his face: “Oh, really? Then…”
He raised his arm and suddenly pointed backwards. Several strands of flaming profound energy swept towards several young profound practitioners sitting behind the seats. “Then what’s going on with these few people?”
Everyone's eyes immediately fell on the person pointed at by the red mysterious light... In an instant, the six dream masters of the Mengjianxi faction were all moved, and Mengjianze, who had been watching quietly, suddenly changed his expression and almost lost control and stood up.
Because the nine people Xuan Guang was referring to were all arranged by him personally to launch a "challenge" to Yun Che at the right time.
Not one more, not one less... not one less!
The shock to my heart and soul at that moment was like seeing a ghost.
Admiring Meng Jianxi's still calm expression, Yun Che slowly said: "These nine people are very strange. Just now, the Divine Honored One, the Chief Hall Master, and the Dream Masters made various impassioned speeches, and everyone listened attentively. However, only these nine people kept their eyes on me. Every time they dodged and flinched, they kept sweeping their eyes over me again and again."
"What's even more amazing is that the cultivation base of these nine people is exactly the same as mine, at the third level of the Divine Lord Realm."
These nine profound practitioners all came from the affiliated forces of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom. They were already harboring their own thoughts, anxious and frightened. At this moment, they were suddenly pointed at by Yun Che and stared at by everyone. Instantly, their bodies tensed up, their faces turned red or white, and they were extremely uneasy.
"Dreaming of Yuan!"
No longer addressing him as "Brother Yuan", Meng Jianxi seemed to be truly enraged, his face full of disappointment that he could no longer conceal: "You have just escaped from adversity and returned to Zhimeng. I thought I was tolerant and forgiving of you. But what you said and did today was really excessive! Now, in order to slander me, you even dragged several innocent mystics into the muddy water you created!"
The disappointment in his voice was gradually added with grief and indignation: "Perhaps, you have had to learn some dirty rules of survival during the past hundred years outside, but this is the Kingdom of Dreamweaver, and you should have a pure soul and be upright in your knowledge and actions. How can you tolerate such despicable behavior!"
"If you do this, not only will it not help you become the Son of God, but... on the contrary..."
He sighed, as if he had suppressed his anger, and his voice became much softer: "Brother Yuan, don't be like this. At least, don't let down the Father God's love and tolerance for you."
Meng Jianxi's words immediately drew everyone's thoughts to the laws of survival outside the kingdom of God... Everyone knew the horror of Yuanchen, and the laws of survival derived from him were also extremely cruel. Having been alone outside for a hundred years, one can imagine the laws of survival he has to uphold, and it is not surprising that he would naturally use some dirty and despicable means.
Meng Jianxi thought that what he said was very beautiful, and it should at least make Yun Che look a little embarrassed. However, to his disappointment... and even a little surprise, the smile on Yun Che's face did not diminish at all, and the arc of his mouth was even more glaring and mocking.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
“Well said, very well said.” Yun Che clapped his hands and praised: “Jianxi Shenzi, please remember what you just said.”
While Meng Jianxi was talking, Meng Jianze had also secretly completed the voice transmission. He stood up at this time and said loudly: "Your Highness, Son of God, everyone knows that you are broad-minded and well-mannered, but Meng Jianyuan is already like this, so why waste your cultivation on him?"
He turned around and bowed deeply to Meng Kongchan: "Father God! You saw everything Meng Jianyuan said and did today. He lost his manners in public, had no upbringing, was rude, and disrespectful to his elders. He even slandered His Highness the Son of God and all the dream masters in front of Father God and everyone. His methods were so despicable... If such a person were to become the Son of Dream Weaver, not to mention outsiders, even I, would feel extremely ashamed."
Yun Che glanced to the side, and suddenly a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face: “Oh! Meng Jianze, the rumored number one lackey under Meng Jianxi’s command, I’ve seen it all.”
How to anger a son of God with just one sentence...
In everyone's sight, Yumenezawa's fair face turned red at an alarming speed, and then turned purple at an even more alarming speed.
Meng Jianze knew that he couldn't lose his composure, but the blood rushing to his head still made him roar: "Meng Jianyuan, you...actually..."
At this moment, a mysterious energy suddenly surged, and a figure suddenly jumped into the arena, and then knelt down on both knees to Meng Kongchan: "I am the 37th prince of Anmeng Kingdom, An Zhiming. I dare to challenge the prince of Emperor Yuan."
This figure that suddenly jumped in made everyone turn their attention, and this person who called himself An Zhiming was exactly one of the nine people that Yun Che had just pointed out with his profound energy.
His voice was hoarse, his body was obviously shaking, and his head was lowered without daring to raise it... but he was openly challenging the newly crowned Son of God in such a situation.
Meng Kongchan squinted his eyes: "Why?"
"Replying to the God," An Zhiming bowed his head and said, "I am just a prince of a small country's royal family. A small person also has dignity. I was slandered by the son of Emperor Jianyuan for no reason. Although I am sad and angry, I dare not say anything because my words are not important... However, the son of Emperor Jianze has done a great favor to our royal family, but he was treated so badly by the son of Emperor Jianyuan. I can tolerate myself being slandered for no reason, but I cannot accept my benefactor being slandered in such a bad way!"
“Since Emperor Jianyuan said that I was deliberately arranged by someone, well…” He turned his eyes and glanced in the direction of Yun Che: “Then I will follow Emperor Jianyuan’s wishes and challenge Emperor Jianyuan as a Level 3 Divine Master!”
At this point, An Zhiming had no way out, and his voice even carried a lot of momentum: "As Emperor Yuan said, I am just a person from a small vassal state. I think I will be able to easily defeat Emperor Yuan."
"But if I am slightly better... the Son of the Dreamweaver God is a figure like a god in the sky in our eyes. If you are really not as good as me... even if I am just a humble outsider, I cannot accept such a person as the Son of the Dreamweaver God."
Meng Kongchan had been listening to him quietly until he finished speaking, then smiled faintly and said meaningfully: "You know that you are from a small country, but you dare to speak so openly in front of me. Haha, although you are humble, your courage is as big as the sky."
An Zhiming knelt on the ground, not daring to move...but Meng Jianxi's heart and soul suddenly shrank.
After Meng Kongchan finished speaking, without waiting for An Zhiming's reaction, he asked Yun Che: "Yuan'er, what do you think?"
Yun Che nodded slightly, took two steps forward, and brought a stream of profound energy towards An Zhiming: “An Zhiming, right? Get up.”
An Zhiming was distracted and involuntarily lifted up by the profound energy. When he looked up, he was already meeting Yun Che’s gaze.
"Hmm...his clothes and accessories are very luxurious, and his profound energy is pure. He must have high-level resources on a daily basis. I don't think he would take such a big risk for the sake of a rich and prosperous future."
Yun Che looked at An Zhiming wantonly, mumbling to himself.
"His eyes are clear. After all, he was born into a royal family. His life was smooth and it is difficult for him to do bad things. There is no fatal handle left behind."
“In this case, there is only one possibility.” Yun Che narrowed his eyes and said, “Tell me, which of your loved ones or relatives has been held hostage? Or… is the fate of the entire royal family being held hostage?”
An Zhiming's body swayed noticeably, and his pupils shrank for a moment. He calmed down and said, "What do you mean by blackmail? I don't understand why Emperor Yuan is talking nonsense..."
“Hahahaha!” Yun Che laughed out loud as if he had suddenly heard a joke: “Do you not understand or do you ‘dare not not listen’?”
His eyes suddenly turned, and his voice carrying profound power shook the sky: "Although I have been missing for a hundred years and have lost my past, the love that Dreamless God has for me remains as strong as ever. Even though he knew that there would be opposition and pressure, he still wanted to make me the Son of God. This alone is a clear indication of his love."
“So, today, even the Mengjianxi sect, which least wants me to become the Son of God, has people at the level of Dream Master. Because with the status of Dream Master, who would dare to touch the scales of the Dreamless God unless they are extremely stupid?”
Being suddenly pointed out again... Meng Jianxi's brows furrowed, but he had no chance to interrupt.
“And you,” Yun Che turned his gaze back to An Zhiming, “you are a small prince of a small vassal state, yet you dare to speak such words in front of the Dreamless Divine Master, to the person who was to be canonized as the Son of God by the Dreamless Divine Master… Tsk, this is more than just as bold as the sky. I think, since you are the prince of a country, you should know that if the Divine Master wants to destroy your royal family and your entire country, it will only take a snap of a finger.”
An Zhiming clenched his hands and trembled violently.
“But you still did it, which means you were forced to obey.” Yun Che tilted his lips slightly, and said slowly: “You were forced to challenge me, the Son of God who is about to be sealed, as a mysterious person from a vassal state.”
"If I accept, and then I am defeated... defeated by a mysterious practitioner from a subordinate country of the same realm, then it would be a huge shame engraved on me. I am afraid that even the Dreamless God will not have the face to confer me as the Son of God. If I don't accept... then it means that I don't even have the courage to fight a mysterious practitioner from a subordinate country of the same realm, how can I be worthy of being the Son of the Dream Weaver God, tut tut!"
Yun Che spread his hands, shook his head and said, “Such a lowly method can be seen through by even a sow. As for who is pushing it, even a leading donkey can tell with one shout.”
"As for your excuses, the sow shook her head after hearing them. Oh... I guess you had to change your excuses because I exposed them. It's really hard for you to come up with such excuses in such a hurry."
After saying this, he scanned the room, and faced the blank faces. He said in an extremely puzzled tone, "Could it be that someone really can't see it?"
No one responded, and everyone had different expressions.
Everyone knew who was the person who least wanted Meng Jianyuan to become another son of the God of Dream Weaving. Whether it was the chief hall master or Meng Xuanji and others, they all belonged to the Meng Jianxi faction, and everyone knew it.
Who couldn’t see clearly what Yun Che said?
The method used by the Mengjianxi faction was indeed very simple and effective. Because in their eyes, Mengjianyuan had just returned to the Dreamweaver Kingdom for seven days, and his cultivation was only that of a God Lord. He had no foundation or people's support in the Kingdom of God, and was not worthy of their careful planning. This method was already a great "respect" for him.
All kinds of open and covert struggles, calculations and plots are frequently staged in any kingdom of God and any force, but no one had ever thought that this "Dream Abyss" that seemed to fall from the sky would be torn apart completely in public.
What he tore apart was not only the despicable means he mentioned, but also the faces of the powerful people in the Kingdom of Dreamweaver.
Without any scruples, without any mercy, and without any leeway!
Bang!
"Dreaming of Yuan!"
He dreamed of Xi rising from the ground. At this moment, he could not help but be angry.
He glared at her and said, "Are you implying that this Son of God was responsible?!"
“No, no, no,” Yun Che quickly denied: “I didn’t hint at that. Meng Jianxi, I’m talking about you.”
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