Two days ago, The Shang Clan's prison tower,
Han Wuji was looking into the distance with a lost expression, his gaze devoid of hope. His clothes were torn, revealing his wounded skin. His body lay without any life on the ground.
At this moment, a guard came and knocked on his cell door: "Prisoner Han Wuji, Young Lord Ashen is here to see you. Get ready and come out."
He was then brought to the guest room where Ashen waited while sitting on the couch.
This prison tower had a formation around it that sucked all the qi from inside, making this tower devoid of any qi.
Any prisoner inside couldn't use qi to use their arts and as for the qi in their core, it only lasted a few days inside the formation before being depleted.
This rendered even the emperor realm prisoners helpless. The only way to escape from this prison tower was on the first day when your core could support the use of high-level skills.
However, even then no one would dare try to escape since this prison tower was in the middle of a forest.
This forest was the nest of the Black Dragon and if they attempted to escape the tower, they would be made to endure an even more severe torture than usual.
Also, everyone knew that the Black Dragon could sense any unusual movements in the forest, hence, no one even tried to escape.
Right now, Han Wuji was no more powerful than a nascent soul realm cultivator.
Entering the room with a blank expression, Han Wuji's gaze fell on Ashen, recognizing him instantly.
Ashen expected him to try and attack him or yell at him to express his anger, however, Han Wuji didn't do any of sort, Instead, a tear left his left eye, streaming down his face.
He fell to his knees, speaking weakly: "Please... help..."
Even Ashen was surprised to see this.
Just what kind of torture has he been through?
Ashen wondered to himself before walking to Han Wuji's side.
He extended his hand with the Schine resting on it, moving it into Han Wuji's sight.
"Swallow this and I'll take you out," Ashen spoke softly, his voice almost a whisper.
However, this was enough for Han Wuji.
In an instant, he grabbed the insect and put it into his mouth before swallowing it.
Ashen patted Han Wuji's head before instructing the guard: "I'll be taking him with me."
The guard nodded before leaving.
Back to the present, On the stage,
"This Emperor realm Senior..." Ashen pointed at Han Wuji and announced: "Has also joined my faction of his own volition along with the ten sects."
At this announcement, the reaction was mild.
"This force is already enough to be called a faction that can compete with young princes. It is already impressive that he can gather such a force at this age." The first elder appreciated.
"What a pity that he was born so late. If he was born as the first or second prince, I'm sure with his potential, he'd be able to achieve great things." The second elder expressed his condolences.
"Indeed, This force is great and all, but the real question is whether the Shang Clan has joined his faction or not. Without the Shang Clan, he could never compete with the other princes" The first elder said, analyzing the situation.
Ashen realized that the crowd wasn't that impressed even though he had presented such a great force. The powers would always compare his faction to the first and second Princes' factions.
When compared to their faction, this force that was large enough could seem small like an ant.
The other princes' factions had Sacred clans that seemed like a behemoth compared to this small force.
Even one emperor realm cultivator from the sacred clan could wipe out this force.
Of Course, Ashen had predicted this and he understood that now was the time to reveal his trump card.
Ashen revealed an amused smile, speaking "This completes the appeal from me..."
He paused as everyone's eyes widened in surprise at his statement, thinking:
Is this it? Did the Shang Clan not give their support to him?
However, as soon as this thought came into their minds, They saw a figure instantly appear on the stage beside Ashen.
No One except a few could even follow his movements.
"I-Its the Dragon Emperor!" A shout came from the crowd, beginning to cheer for him.
Shang Long raised his hand slightly, and instantly the arena turned silent.
He opened his mouth, speaking calmly, yet his voice loud and deep: "The Shang Clan hereby announces their support for His Highness, Fang Ashen!"
Following his announcement, a short silence enveloped the arena. He slightly glanced at Ashen, exchanging a slight smile before disappearing in front of everyone.
"H-He managed to convince the Shang clan to support him?" The third princess yelled in her gallery, surprised to hear the announcement.
This was her worst nightmare. It had taken her more than a century to get the support from the Xue clan and this ninth brother of hers got this support just like that?
Even the First prince received the Tang Clan's support after he had turned 120 years old. It was the day when he reached the core-formation realm.
Similar was the case for the second prince.
How was this even possible?
Was the Shang Clan really going to gamble just because of his spirit?
No matter what, this news just made her more determined to have Ashen killed. If he was killed before he could grow any further, there would still be a chance for her.
However, Now, she wasn't the only one who was thinking of having him killed.
The First Prince and the second prince had similar thoughts.
It was always better if the danger was handled before it could harm you, right?
"We need to get rid of him." The first prince murmured, feeling threatened.
His spirit was another matter, however, having the Shang Clan's support just made him a threat of a whole another level. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net
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(A/N - Thanks for reading. ^..^)