King of Gods

Chapter 907 - Gold

"Tell me about it."

Zhao Feng could tell from the word "prince" what it was about, but he didn't know the specifics.

The expressions of the three next to him stiffened. He was a citizen of the lord dynasty and didn't know what the Prince Seal was?

Bi Qingyue quickly accepted this situation. She had known Zhao Feng for a while and knew that Zhao Feng was a cultivation maniac that didn't pay much attention to the outside world.

Old Ying's eye had locked onto Zhao Feng from beginning. The more he looked at Zhao Feng, the more shocked he was. It was as if he could see stuff that others couldn't. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhao Feng's reputation was so terrible, he would agree to the Ninth Prince recruiting this helper immediately.

"The symbol of the Great Gan Sacred Emperor is the Emperor Seal, and before that is the Prince Seal," the Ninth Prince said solemnly after organizing his thoughts.

The Emperor Seal was the symbol of the Sacred Emperor, and it affected the providence of the lord dynasty. With it, he could enjoy the enormous providence of the entire lord dynasty.

Every Sacred Emperor was chosen from among the princes, and they had to undergo a lot of hard work and danger to win. The Prince Seal was an important factor for who would win.

"The current Sacred Emperor only has ten years remaining before reaching the limit. A battle for the position of Crown Prince will happen in four years." Bi Qingyue paused. If they calculated the time, this was indeed the case. She had been busy organizing the Ocean Smoke Pavilion and forgot about this.

"The battle to become the Crown Prince is an extremely big event, and almost all two-star and three-star powers and families will join in. It's a big chance to clean everyone's slates."

When the Ocean Smoke Pavilion used to be a subordinate force of Nine Darkness Palace, they didn't have a right to participate, but it was different now.

"What's that got to do with me?" Zhao Feng yawned and wasn't very interested.

Seeing Zhao Feng act like this, Old Ying's mouth twitched. "The battle to become the Crown Prince isn't as simple as you think it is. All the princes fight in a special dimension, and each prince can take in a certain number of people to help them."

"Zhao Feng, I need your help in the battle to become Crown Prince." The Ninth Prince's expression was serious, and he had an honest gaze.

What happened in the Divine Illusion Dimension was deeply imprinted into the Ninth Prince's mind. The Purple-Haired Demonic Duo was able to scare and make all the other forces respect them despite being a mere two people.

Apart from the Sky Sword Pavilion, who managed to obtain a tattered Ancient God weapon, the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo was the biggest winner.

The Ninth Prince had thought this through. The name of the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo wasn't good. Nan Gongsheng in particular had been eroded by the power of the Evil God and chased after by many forces. He could only recruit Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was extremely mysterious, and he had obtained the supportive substandard God item, the Misty Spatial World. He believed that this item would be of great help when trying to become the Crown Prince.

Furthermore, Zhao Feng's battle-power wasn't to be underestimated either. His eye-bloodline and body were extremely strong even when he was in the Great Origin Core Realm, so it would be even more shocking after reaching the late stages of the Void God Realm. If he managed to recruit Zhao Feng, he would definitely play an important role.

He also knew that the Eighth Prince and Zhao Feng weren't on very good terms, and the Thirteenth Prince disliked Zhao Feng as well, so the Ninth Prince came over personally.

Bi Qingyue stood behind Zhao Feng excitedly. She didn't expect that her master would be able to attract a prince to come in person. Zhao Feng would definitely not give up such a good chance.

That dimension was where the imperial experts were put after they died, and there were countless treasures and inheritances. The weakest of them was at the Quasi-Sacred Lord level Some were even suspicious that it contained the Demigod inheritance of the imperial founder.

It was hard to fathom how many people would fight over a slot or how much they would pay for one.

If Zhao Feng helped the Ninth Prince and he managed to win, Zhao Feng might be able to become an upper-echelon imperial that could join the Grand Imperial Hall. All of Zhao Feng's forces would benefit as well.

Zhao Feng understood the battle to become Crown Prince after the Ninth Prince and Old Ying explained it to him.

Zhao Feng didn't really care about the inheritances in that dimension since they were left behind by imperial experts. They were designed more for people who had the imperial bloodline. Furthermore, Zhao Feng's Golden Kun Sacred Lightning Body and Five Elemental Wind Lightning Technique were already Demigod-level. One came from the Demigod Kun Yun, the other came from the Wind Lightning Emperor, and they were both perfected in the Heaven's Legacy City. They were already the best techniques.

On the other end, Zhao Feng also didn't want to enter the battle between the prince since it concerned the entire lord dynasty and all the forces within. He finally managed to stun everyone by killing a Sacred Lord and get some peace. He wanted to put more time into cultivating and increasing his strength, not pissing everyone off again.

Furthermore, he wasn't sure as to which prince the Duanmu Family stood behind. Duanmu Qing, the Purple Saint Partial Spirit, and Zhao Yufei all wanted to make the Duanmu Family great again, and Zhao Feng obviously didn't want to be against the Duanmu Family.

"I'm sorry, but I can't agree." Zhao Feng declined outright, and the hall fell silent.

The Ninth Prince, Old Ying, and Bi Qingyue felt their mouths drop open, and they were slightly suspicious as to whether they heard correctly or not. They originally thought that Zhao Feng acted in such a bored manner because he didn't know about the battle to become the Crown Prince and that Zhao Feng would definitely agree after knowing everything. They never would've expected Zhao Feng to decline outright.

"Why is that? Does Brother Zhao not think well of me?" Disappointment flashed through the Ninth Prince's eyes.

Of all the princes, he had the most normal birth, and the forces that supported him couldn't be compared to the other princes. At the moment, he had only recruited a few people and was nowhere near ready. He had also received some news that many princes had managed to recruit some terrifying experts.

"Zhao Feng, you don't want a chance like this?" Old Ying was impatient and acted as if he didn't understand why iron couldn't just turn into steel. He was originally against the Ninth Prince coming here, but he didn't expect Zhao Feng to actually decline the Ninth Prince's invitation.

"Firstly, I'm not very interested in the inheritances. Secondly, I don't think you have a big chance of winning. Basically, I'm risking my life for you, but what I get in return pales in comparison."

If Zhao Feng didn't give any reasons, he believed that the Ninth Prince and Old Ying would continue to encourage him, so Zhao Feng threw out a couple reasons and declined once more.

The Ninth Prince and Old Ying half-doubted and half-believed what Zhao Feng said. Who wouldn't want the inheritance of a Demigod? The inheritances of some experts didn't just contain battle techniques, it could also include all their treasures and weapons.

Although Old Ying didn't think well of Zhao Feng in the first place, being rejected when he and the Ninth Prince came in person made him uncomfortable.

"Zhao Feng, the benefits of entering the Imperial Tomb aren't limited to just that." Old Ying's murky eye suddenly flashed.

"The Imperial Tomb is a tattered dimension that isn't very stable. Even now, those stronger than Sacred Kings can't enter. Therefore, it might contain the secrets or treasures of the ancient era. Furthermore, the ancient aura contained within can increase one's state of existence, and many people use this chance to break through to the Mystic Light Realm," Old Ying said slowly as he recalled.

"Sacred King" was the name for those that had reached the peak Mystic Light Realm. They were a tier between Sacred Lords and Demigods.

Zhao Feng's expression paused for a moment. A dimension left behind from the ancient era was indeed attractive, and he did want to scout it around.

This scene was noticed by Old Ying, and he felt smug.

"Brother Zhao, if you're willing to help me, then I, Zhou Zihang, am willing to help you do three things within my ability. This deal will stand whether I'm the Crown Prince or the Sacred Emperor."

Zhou Zihang's eyes were firm, and the expressions of Zhao Feng and Old Ying changed. It wasn't because of how attractive his offer was, it was because they could feel the decisiveness contained within his words.

"Ninth Prince, you…?" Old Ying felt that the Ninth Prince was being too rash. How could he give out a promise like this so easily? The promise of a mere prince was small, but the promise of the Sacred Emperor wasn't.

"Let me think about it. You can go back first." Seeing the Ninth Prince's firm eyes, Zhao Feng seemed to see himself when he was back in Sun Feather City and the Broken Moon Clan, so he gave this answer.

"Sure, there's still four years left. I'll definitely leave a spot for Brother Zhao." The Ninth Prince revealed a joyful look, whereas Old Ying shook his head and didn't think that Zhao Feng would agree.

Within a side hall, after the Ninth Prince left:

"Bi Qingyue, was everything that Old Ying said about the dimension true? Did he hide anything?" Zhao Feng asked directly because he didn't know much.

"Master may not know, but Old Ying was once in the upper echelon of the Imperial Sky Net, so what the Ninth Prince knows about the Imperial Tomb exceeds the information that the Ocean Smoke Pavilion has. At the moment, there are no suspicious points," Bi Qingyue replied honestly.

"Imperial Sky Net?" Zhao Feng was slightly surprised.

The Imperial Sky Net was the Great Gan Lord Dynasty's biggest information agency, and it had the imperials and the Grand Imperial Hall behind them. They were spread across every corner of the lord dynasty, and some were even embedded in the non-human races.

"But I also want to suggest that Master participates in the battle to become Crown Prince. I think Master can choose which one to support, but Master should still do it," Bi Qingyue added. Now that Zhao Feng was the Grand Elder of the Ocean Smoke Pavilion, they needed permission from Zhao Feng to join.

Supreme Emperor Dark Night was sitting in a corner within the Misty Spatial World and consolidating his cultivation, getting ready to break through to the Mystic Light Realm.

"Master." Supreme Emperor Dark Night opened his eyes and got up.

"I need you to do something right now."

"Master, please give me your order." Supreme Emperor Dark Night revealed a surprised look. This was the first time Zhao Feng had given him a task.

"Go back to Black Screen Corner and bring all your elite subordinates over," Zhao Feng faintly said.

"Okay, I'll go immediately." Supreme Emperor Dark Night was very excited. From the looks of it, Zhao Feng was planning to start his assassination organization, and that was exactly what he wanted to do too.

Zhao Feng started to think after giving that order.

"Looks like I need to go to the Duanmu Family." Zhao Feng murmured, but he would only leave when the Ocean Smoke Pavilion had a Sacred Lord or else he would worry.

Earth Spirit Hall might not take action against Zhao Feng for now after receiving news of a Sacred Lord being killed, but who knew how long it would take him to come back if he left for the internal regions of the continent zone? It was very likely that Earth Spirit Hall would take action against the Ocean Smoke Pavilion. He had to wait to see if Old Monster Xu could become a Sacred Lord or not. If he didn't, then he'd have to wait for Supreme Emperor Dark Night to break through.

"Hmm? Gold…?"

Zhao Feng looked at the purple hair on the side of his head and found that there were three or four golden hairs that stood out.