Nestled among the rolling mountains, in the great city of the Huit tribe, lies the council hall of the elders.
Chieftain Yerjiroqiang sat high in the main seat, while the elders of the Huit tribe, all at the Nascent Soul stage, gathered together with solemn expressions.
They received a message from Su Peisheng that the Fourth Prince had invited them to the small town of Zichuan. Whether to go or not, Ye Erjiluoqiang and the elders couldn't reach a decision for a long time.
They knew very well that they couldn't afford to offend the two demonic beast battle pets of Prince Yong's wife.
But if they go like this, they will have no way to deal with any unexpected events.
Once you arrive in the small town of Zichuan, you'll truly be at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping board.
"Elders, should we go or not? Please give us a straight answer!"
"If we keep dragging this out, it will be too late to regret it once Prince Yong gets angry!"
Yerjiroqiang's gaze swept across the faces of the elders, his expression quite impatient.
Logically, this kind of matter should be decided by him, the clan chief. The problem is, Yerjiroqiang doesn't want to take responsibility. If something goes wrong and the elders unite against him, he can't afford the consequences. Yerjiroqiang doesn't want to lose his position as clan chief.
"Chieftain, we will listen to you on this matter!"
The elders were all shrewd and capable; how could they not see through Yerjiroqiang's scheme?
Nobody wants to take responsibility! The older a person gets, the more timid and afraid of death they become, and the more afraid they are of taking responsibility.
Their cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage. If they are lucky, they may be able to advance to the next level, or even ascend to the upper realm and become carefree immortals.
If their own decision-making mistakes cause the tribe to suffer huge losses, even if they are at the Nascent Soul stage, without the position of elder and without the tribe's resource support, how can they go any further?
Everyone wants to protect themselves!
The Mongol Empire was once incredibly powerful. In its early days, all cultivators were fearless, expanding their territory, fighting against demons and monsters, and battling murderers, carving out a vast empire.
However, as the Mongol Empire grew stronger, the cultivation levels of those once fearless warriors improved, and as their lives became more comfortable, they gradually became afraid of death.
The more afraid you are of death, the more cowardly you become!
When the world was in turmoil and the Ming Dynasty rose to power, the Mongol Yuan Empire, despite its formidable national strength, quickly collapsed and was forced to flee far beyond the Great Wall. Many Mongol tribes simply disappeared without a trace.
"A bunch of old foxes!"
Seeing this group of elders who refused to make a decision, Yeldiroqiang was inwardly cursing them relentlessly. He felt like he was about to die of anger.
However, what the elders said made a lot of sense.
This kind of thing should have been decided by him, the clan leader.
In recent years, the Huit tribe was in a precarious situation, and the elders wanted to seize power, which is why they were so aggressive and wanted to fight against Yeldiroqiang.
"In that case, my decision is to set off immediately!"
Yerjiroqiang is a clever man, very clever!
Of course, some people might see this as a clever trick.
The Khoshut tribe had spies in the small town of Zichuan, and Yerjiroqiang had received quite a bit of information these past few days. However, he kept all of this information a secret.
For example, most importantly, the battle pet of Prince Yong's wife can even devour the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation.
Such a terrifying monster might even be able to devour those who undergo the tribulation of ascension.
If that's really the case, then any cultivator who wants to ascend to the upper realm and become an immortal should understand where to find a powerful patron.
As a group of men, they naturally couldn't have direct contact with Prince Yong's wife, so they could only take a roundabout approach and follow Prince Yong's path.
When the Fourth Prince arrived in Zichuan, he didn't need to inquire about the situation in the capital. Ye Erjiroqiang could tell that this Prince Yong was disliked by the new emperor of the Qing Dynasty.
This is the time for him to shine.
It's always easier to add flowers to brocade than to offer charcoal in the snow.
The fact that the Hui tribe aligned themselves with the Fourth Prince at this time was a timely act of kindness.
Yerdilochyan had calculated everything very clearly, and now, naturally, he made the final decision.
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When the Huite tribe's Nascent Soul cultivators, along with some of their younger members, headed to the small town of Zichuan, the Fourth Prince had already met with the person in charge of the Xiaoyao Sect who was in charge of opening the Xiaoyao Pavilion in Zichuan.
"Prince Yong, what exactly do you want to do?"
Li Wuxiang, the person in charge of Xiaoyaofang in the small town of Zichuan, looked furious when he saw the Fourth Prince arrive.
"Li Wuxiang, formerly an inner disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, suffered a mishap while practicing the Beiming Xuan Gong, resulting in the severing of his meridians and the loss of all his cultivation. He was expelled from the inner sect and is now an outer sect steward!"
"Am I right?"
The Fourth Prince gazed indifferently at the middle-aged man before him.
Li Wuxiang was not bad looking, but because his cultivation was completely destroyed, he looked quite decadent.
As an enterprise of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xiaoyao Workshop is generally managed by someone whose cultivation level is at least at the Nascent Soul stage, or even a third-level or higher Loose Immortal.
In the current situation, having a disciple whose cultivation has been ruined and who has been expelled from the inner sect come here to oversee things is simply a joke.
However, from this perspective, the fact that the Xiaoyao Sect opened this Xiaoyaofang here is purely a joke.
"Both are correct!"
Li Wuxiang stared blankly at the Fourth Prince. "Since Prince Yong knows my situation, he should understand that whether or not Xiaoyaofang can be built is not important. But your actions against Xiaoyaofang are a provocation against the Xiaoyao Sect. Is the Qing Dynasty preparing to go to war with the Xiaoyao Sect?"
"I would like to!"
The Fourth Prince smiled slightly, "To be honest, I only found out about your situation after I took action. The Free and Unfettered Sect has really gone all out this time!"
The reputation of Xiaoyaofang was built up by the Xiaoyao Sect over hundreds or even thousands of years.
Now, the news that Xiaoyaofang has been suppressed and shut down by the Fourth Prince has dealt a huge blow to Xiaoyaofang and even the Xiaoyao faction.
However, it's quite obvious that the Free and Unfettered Sect didn't take this seriously at all!
To put it bluntly, they don't care at all.
"Using a crippled disciple to plot against a prince of the Qing Dynasty—no matter how you look at it, my Xiaoyao Sect is not at a disadvantage!"
Li Wuxiang wore a smug look on his face. "Prince Yong, you don't really think that the matter of you leading men to attack Xiaoyaofang in the Western Hills of the capital will be so easily forgotten, do you?"
"Let me tell you frankly, since the founding of the Xiaoyao Sect, no one has ever dared to provoke the Xiaoyao Workshop without paying a heavy price!"
"How pitiful!"
The Fourth Prince was completely unaffected by Li Wuxiang's words. He simply stared at Li Wuxiang, shook his head with regret, and sighed, "He was originally a genius disciple, but just because he is not a direct descendant of the sect leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, he is being targeted like this. How pathetic!"
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