218: 313 314 218: 313 314 Chapter 313 : The Blade Behind the Crown The Crown Prince’s current reaction only confird that Fang Kong had made the right choice.
Only soone like this—spineless and utterly lacking in ambition—was truly suited to be a puppet king.
Anyone with even a hint of courage or ambition would beco a liability.
Fang Kong said, “I told you—you don’t need to worry about anything.
Starting tomorrow, just focus on being a proper King of Wu.” “Yes, yes!” The Crown Prince nodded repeatedly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with trembling hands.
Yet, he still didn’t dare rise to his feet.
Right in front of him, Fang Ting began applying various thods of control on the unconscious Wu Kingdom Ancestor.
These techniques had been taught to him by Fang Luo.
Back when Fang Luo was only at the Heavenly Palace Realm, he had already managed to control a True Saint Realm elder from the Netherworld Sect—testant to the power of these techniques.
After Fang Ting used two layers of control on the ancestor, he only needed a single thought to determine his life or death.
Then, Fang Ting taught one of these thods to Fang Kong—ensuring that he too had the power to control the ancestor’s fate.
This was a precaution, in case the Wu Kingdom Ancestor ever tried sothing desperate—so the fish wouldn’t drag the net down with it.
Shortly after, Fang Ting took the ancestor and left the palace.
When the Wu Kingdom Ancestor eventually regained consciousness, he looked up at Fang Ting and respectfully greeted: “Master.” At that mont, the mist around Fang Ting’s face dissipated—and the ancestor froze, his mind blank.
Huh?!
Why is it you?!
With your Fang Clan’s relationship to the Grand Princess, if you wanted the Wu Kingdom—or even all Eight Ancient Kingdoms—all you’d need to do is say the word.
Who would dare oppose you?
Why go through all this trouble?
Was it just to beat up?!
If his life weren’t now entirely in Fang Ting’s hands, the ancestor would’ve wanted to scream: “Are you insane?!” Wait—hold on!!!
The ancestor suddenly snapped out of it.
He rembered that the last ti Fang Ting had appeared on the Heaven’s Chosen Ranking, he was only at the Fusion Realm.
How long had it been since then?
How is he already at the Ninth Level of True Saint Realm?!
This… this level of cultivation progress is way too fast!
Even soone with an Immortal Body wouldn’t be this monstrous!
Suddenly, the ancestor felt that if Fang Ting’s talent could keep progressing like this, then becoming his servant or letting Wu Kingdom be ruled by him actually didn’t seem all that bad.
As the saying goes: When one rises to power, even the dogs and chickens by his side ascend to heaven.
A Fang Ting like this—becoming an Emperor soday didn’t seem unlikely.
And when that happened, both himself and Wu Kingdom might reach heights never before seen.
At that thought, the ancestor’s resentnt and frustration vanished completely—and he even felt a little happy.
In fact, he silently vowed to do his best going forward.
Fang Ting said, “Rest and recover.
Once you’ve healed, we’ll make a trip to Yóu Kingdom.” “Yes!” The ancestor didn’t ask why—he simply responded decisively.
Fang Ting’s goal was to gain control over the Grand Saint ancestors of all Eight Ancient Kingdoms.
This would not only provide the Fang Clan with more usable tools, but also allow Fang Kong to firmly control them all.
Once Fang Ting had subdued all the Grand Saints of the Eight Ancient Kingdoms—and Fang Kong subtly took full control—the Fang Clan could then publicly declare the unification of the Eight Kingdoms.
By that point, even if so factions wanted to interfere, it would be too late.
Besides, with the Fang Clan’s current status in Cangzhou, no one dared oppose them openly.
At most, they’d try so shady tactics in secret—but nothing more.
The Next Day.
Without the ancestor to obstruct the process, the Wu Kingdom held a smooth coronation ceremony.
The forr Eighth Prince, now Crown Prince, was formally crowned the new King of Wu.
Afterward, Fang Kong began to manipulate the new monarch and gradually took full control of Wu Kingdom.
His plan was to replace all critical positions within the court with his own people.
These could include talented individuals from Great Qian, officials from the Fang Clan, or personal confidants Fang Kong had cultivated—those loyal and obedient to him alone.
In this way, Fang Kong governed the entire Wu Kingdom from the shadows.
As for the nominal King—he was completely sidelined.
But he didn’t care in the slightest.
With nothing to do and plenty of wine and won, this was the exact life he wanted.
One Year Later.
Fang Kong had gained complete control over Wu Kingdom.
Combined with the intelligence network of Drunken Immortal Pavilion, there was nothing in Wu Kingdom that escaped his notice.
His control exceeded that of any previous monarch in the kingdom’s history.
Under his leadership, Wu Kingdom’s national strength even began to grow steadily.
If this continued, it would be only a matter of ti before Wu Kingdom surpassed the other seven ancient kingdoms.
At this ti, Fang Ting—thanks to the efforts of various “Children of Destiny”—had successfully broken through to the Grand Saint Realm.
He ca to find the Wu Kingdom Ancestor and got straight to the point.
“Figure out a way to lure out the ancestor of Yóu Kingdom.” With his current power, taking down any of the Eight Ancient Kingdoms’ ancestors was a guaranteed win.
But if they holed up inside their palace compounds—protected by layers of formations—he couldn’t do much in the short term.
And if they managed to send ssages to the others, things would get complicated fast.
Because while the Eight Kingdoms often competed and opposed each other, when faced with outsiders, they would stand united.
So the only way was to defeat them one by one.
The Wu Kingdom Ancestor asked, “Where should I bring him?” “Anywhere outside the palace will do,” Fang Ting replied.
The ancestor chose a relatively remote location—though it was still very close to Yóu Kingdom’s capital.
Fang Ting waited there.
About an hour later, the ancestor arrived—bringing the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor with him.
“What kind of matter is so urgent it can’t be said directly?
Why make co all the way out here?” the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor asked, visibly annoyed—and a bit wary, suspecting a possible trap.
The Wu Kingdom Ancestor responded, “You’re still so impatient.
Once you get there, you’ll understand.
And co on, we’re this close to your capital—what’s there to be worried about?” And just like that, the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor—completely unguarded—stepped into the entrapnt array that Fang Ting had set up in advance with a formation plate.
Although Fang Ting had full confidence in his strength, he preferred to be cautious—just in case the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor tried to escape.
That would be a real headache.
Ironically, during the campaign to annihilate the Chu Clan, the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor had actually lent a hand.
Who would’ve thought that their next eting would be on opposite sides of the battlefield?
Chapter 314 : One Man Subdues All Saints “We’re here,” the Wu Kingdom Ancestor suddenly said, coming to a stop.
“Here?
This is the place?” the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor asked, confused.
At that mont, Fang Ting erged from the mist that cloaked his body.
The Yóu Kingdom Ancestor instantly realized he had walked into a trap.
His face twisted with rage, and he turned to the Wu Kingdom Ancestor, furious.
“You bastard!
You actually tricked !!” The Wu Kingdom Ancestor stood silently to the side.
At this point, anything he said was aningless—better to let him take two slashes and quiet down.
“Who are you?
What’s the point of luring here?” The Yóu Kingdom Ancestor glared at Fang Ting and demanded answers.
Though he spoke forcefully, he was already secretly sending distress signals to the other Grand Saints of the ancient kingdoms.
Too bad—the entire area was already sealed by a formation.
Not only could he not escape, but no ssages could get out either.
Fang Ting didn’t bother wasting words.
He simply took out the Crimson Heaven Blade.
Upon seeing the holy weapon, the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor went on full alert and turned to flee—only to discover he was trapped inside the formation, with no way to escape.
“You all…” He was overwheld with regret.
If he had known, he would never have left the palace.
What he never expected was that the Wu Kingdom Ancestor—soone he had known for over a thousand years—would side with outsiders to betray him.
Fang Ting said nothing and directly launched an attack.
Like the Wu Kingdom Ancestor, the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor was also Grand Saint First Stage.
When Fang Ting was only a Ninth Stage True Saint, it took two strikes to defeat the Wu Kingdom Ancestor.
But now, Fang Ting was also a Grand Saint, and with just a single move—”Star River Severance”—he heavily injured the Yóu Kingdom Ancestor and completely stripped away his ability to resist.
Watching this unfold, the Wu Kingdom Ancestor was shaken to the core.
“He broke through to the Grand Saint Realm in just a year?!
When did this realm beco so easy to reach?!” He rembered how it had taken him over a hundred years, countless resources, and every ounce of effort to break through.
Compared to Fang Ting, he felt like a total failure.
Still, since he was already on Fang Clan’s ship, the stronger Fang Ting was, the happier he should be.
He imdiately began flattering him like a loyal dog: “Congratulations, Master, on advancing to the Grand Saint Realm.
With your talent, I believe it won’t be long before you beco the first Emperor Realm expert in Cangzhou since ancient tis!” Fang Ting, just like before, effortlessly enslaved the injured Yóu Kingdom Ancestor.
When the latter woke up and saw Fang Ting’s face, his reaction—his expression, thoughts, and emotions—mirrored the Wu Kingdom Ancestor’s.
In fact, he was even more shocked and incredulous.
He had personally witnessed Fang Ting destroy the Chu Clan Ancestor not long ago—and back then, he was only a True Saint Fourth Stage!
And now?
Already a Grand Saint?!
If he hadn’t experienced this himself, and if the pain of his injuries weren’t so vivid, he wouldn’t have believed it.
His emotional arc went from rage and helplessness, to shock and awe, and finally to acceptance—and even a bit of happiness.
“Co, I’ll take you to et soone.” Fang Ting brought him to see Fang Kong.
This Grand Saint of Yóu Kingdom had absolute authority—no one in the royal court dared to oppose him, and even the reigning monarch followed his word.
That ant, once he was controlled, Fang Kong wouldn’t even need to be physically present in Yóu Kingdom to gradually take control of it.
Afterward, Fang Ting used the sa tactic to subdue the remaining six ancient kingdoms’ Grand Saints.
Just as Fang Luo had said, most of these ancestors were only First or Second Stage Grand Saints, with similar levels of power and heritage.
In front of Fang Ting, they posed no challenge—it was easy.
And with that, the lifeline of all eight ancient kingdoms was in Fang Ting’s hands.
It was now only a matter of ti before Fang Kong—working in the shadows—fully controlled all eight kingdoms.
When that ti ca, they could publicly declare the unification and rena it the Great Qian Dynasty.
Because Song Yushu possessed the Emperor Constitution, the stronger the nation she ruled, the stronger her talent and physique would beco.
Therefore, the position of Divine Emperor of Great Qian would go to her, and Fang Kong would be the Crown Prince, jointly managing the empire.
But before that, they’d have to choose a new imperial capital and build a royal palace.
These weren’t things that could be done overnight.
On top of that, the Fang Clan still lacked enough resources—they didn’t even possess a Heaven-rank spiritual vein—so there was no rush to unify or rena just yet.
On an ordinary afternoon, Fang Chen, who had been away from Cangzhou for over a decade, finally returned.
Upon arriving at Fang Clan of Duanshan City, his first stop was to check in with Fang Ting.
He had now reached the Ninth Stage of the Dharma Aspect Realm, just one step away from Fusion.
Fang Ting looked him up and down.
“I was starting to think you’d forgotten where ho is.” Fang Chen quickly replied, “How could I?
If I hadn’t been held up, I’d have been back long ago.” He had gone to Li Continent, the region next to Cangzhou.
Over the years, he had visited nearly every cultivator hub on the continent.
You could say—he picked up every loose treasure he could find.
As for his gains—his realm might still lag behind the two with Immortal Bodies, but in terms of resources and treasure, no one else could even co close.
“Stay ho a bit longer this ti,” Fang Ting said.
“Spend ti with your parents before heading back out.” Fang Chen’s parents had visited Fang Ting many tis over the years—always to ask if there was any news of their son.
They’d been terribly worried.
Fang Chen nodded firmly.
“Definitely.” After chatting for a bit, he raised his hand and pulled out a huge pile of treasures—each one rare and valuable.
Among them was even a Profound-rank spiritual vein.
Even though Fang Ting had been ntally prepared, he was still surprised.
He waved his hand.
“You keep them.
The clan’s refining and alchemy businesses are booming—we don’t need more resources right now.” Fang Chen insisted, “I can’t use any of these.
Just give them to whoever needs them.” He’d already kept what he could use—these were genuinely excess.
Seeing how adamant he was, Fang Ting accepted.
Originally, Fang Ting thought his role was to find Children of Destiny, invest in them, and sit back while they grew.
Now?
Not only did he not need to invest—they were giving him treasures instead.
It made him feel a bit awkward.
When word got out that Fang Chen had returned, the others who were out training—Fang Luo and company—hurried back ho to reunite and raise a toast.
Even Fang Chu, who was far away in Great Qian, ca as well.
Unfortunately, Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying weren’t around—so it wasn’t quite a full gathering.
Curious, Fang Qiufeng asked, “Brother Luo, if soone like Brother Chen already has a special constitution, can he still acquire the Five Elent Body?” Fang Chen’s Myriad Thunder Dharma Body was far stronger than the ordinary Five Elents Body, but still fell short of the Five Elents Divine Body.
If Fang Chen could acquire that, it would be a massive upgrade.
Fang Luo shook his head helplessly.
“There are cases of people born with two special constitutions—but they’re always innate.” Everyone felt a bit disappointed.
Fang Chen waved it off.
“It’s fine.
My current body’s more than enough.” He had a good outlook.
Not only did he have Qi-Vision, but also the Myriad Thunder Dharma Body.
Heaven had already blessed him richly—no need to be greedy.
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