Xuanxia

Chapter 790 Choosing the Master
No one questioned whether Zhao Hao was in the seventh realm.

Too lazy to question.

The fight between Lan Xiyu and Baihe Zhenren just now, and the fact that Lan Xiyu finally got the Sword of Wisdom, had already made everyone feel inexplicably angry. As for Zhao Hao coming to power, no one... cared much.

What's more, Zhao Hao's reputation is... unexpectedly great.

It’s not for anything else, it’s just because he was once a judge at the Hidden Dragon Hundred Talents Conference.

Who were sitting on the stage at that time? Shen Ji Sect Master Kong Ling, Jing Ming Zhenren, Shangguan Xuan, Xiong Shao, oh, and the vice president of Xingyun Chamber of Commerce... Although Zhao Hao could only be on the same stage with them because of his status as the prince of Xishuo, since they were on the same stage, their cultivation levels couldn't be too different, right?
Sometimes, people get the wrong impression from this.

So when he stood before the ceremonial sword, there was no look of surprise or suspicion in the audience.

Instead, they just looked at Zhao Hao, with a strange sense of indifference in their eyes, as if...

“Hey, the look in their eyes.”

Zhao Hao tilted his head and whispered to Fu Qingzhou, "Why do you look so disdainful yet dare not say anything?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "If you found out that a treasure that everyone seemed to be fighting for was actually already in someone's pocket, and not only that, when they took the treasure, they pretended that it was destined to be theirs and wanted you to applaud, would you be happy?"

Zhao Hao laughed awkwardly: "If I take the sword, wouldn't I become a hypocritical person?"

"You don't have to take it."

Fu Qingzhou said seriously: "If you don't take it, your father will come up to take it."

Zhao Hao pursed his lips.

He was currently circling back and forth on the ceremonial sword, his hand half extended and then retracted, somewhat hesitantly.

"Prince Zhao, are you going to try or not?"

There was an uproar from the audience: "If you don't try, we will try again!"

"Yeah, if you're so afraid of pain, don't try it, hahahaha~"

The underworld is not the imperial court, and not everyone is afraid of the title of crown prince. Soon, urging voices were heard from the audience.

Zhao Hao was still hesitating.

"Brother Fu."

After a while, he turned his head with a bitter face and said, "In your plan, should I hold this sword or not?"

Fu Qingzhou laughed: "I've already said, if you want to take it, take it, if you don't want to take it, don't take it. It's all up to you. It has no impact on our plan."

"No impact?" Zhao Hao was confused.

"Yes."

Fu Qingzhou put his hand on his shoulder: "From the moment you came on stage, your mission has been completed - how about you secretly take a look at what your father looks like now?"

Zhao Hao was stunned.

In fact, when he and Zhao Yuan were disguised as secret envoys and standing on the sidelines, he had already seen King Xishuo.

It was hard not to notice it, after all, my cousin Zhao Xia was running back and forth all the time.

But from beginning to end, all he saw was his father's back. He had no idea what expression King Xishuo had shown, what he had said, or what orders he had given during the various changes that had just occurred.

Even now that he was on the stage, he didn't dare and didn't want to turn his head to take a look.

It was not until Fu Qingzhou said this that Zhao Hao took a deep breath, shifted his gaze slightly downward, and looked at the familiar figure in the audience.

King Xishuo was raising his head slightly, looking at his son on the stage.

His face was terribly gloomy, his previous gentleness and calmness had long gone, and his eyes, which were weighed down by his brows, seemed to be able to see through everything. Of course, he said nothing and it was impossible for him to say anything at this moment, but Zhao Hao seemed to have heard every word that had pierced his back over the past twenty years.

Those words were so familiar that Zhao Hao could hear them just by looking at that face.

"This is not something you should consider."

"I have taken the trouble to raise you for many years, but you are so ungrateful."

"If your mother were to come back to life, she would only be disappointed in you."

"Not to mention my retainers, even a random servant in the palace is much better than you."

"What you are doing is meaningless and a waste of time."

"How could this king give birth to a son like you?"

These words became louder and louder, gradually turning into a deafening buzz in Zhao Hao's ears, drowning out the urging voices of countless people in the audience.

"Zhao Hao? Zhao Hao!"

At this moment, several calls suddenly brought him back to reality.

Zhao Hao's breathing was rapid, his eyes were slightly red, and he turned his head suddenly and met Fu Qingzhou's eyes. "Are you okay?"

Fu Qingzhou's face lost its smile, and he looked a little worried: "What's wrong? If you're not feeling well, just go down."

"it's okay no problem……"

Zhao Hao took a deep breath.

Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll take the sword!"

After saying that, he took a step forward without hesitation and reached out to grab the ceremonial sword!

"No?" Fu Qingzhou was startled and lowered his voice suddenly: "Zhao... The emperor didn't tell you, he should tell you first..."

"what?"

Zhao Hao was stunned at first, then he remembered that the emperor seemed to have told him that he should first tell Li Jian why it chose him.

When he reacted, he found that his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

I was a little excited and careless...

"Is it too late to tell me now?"

Zhao Hao looked at Fu Qingzhou with a sad face.

Fu Qingzhou: “…”

The hilt of the ceremonial sword in Zhao Hao's hand began to emit a bright yellow light. Just as it had shaken sword testers away countless times before, it would soon injure and shake Zhao Hao away.

So he sighed, and without waiting for the sword to shake him away, he took the initiative to let go of his hand.

Below the stage, King Xishuo’s gloomy expression faded a little.

At the edge of the crowd, Zhao Yuan curled his lips.

Beside Zhao Hao, Fu Qingzhou just smiled.

He and Zhao Yuan deliberately brought Zhao Hao up to test the ceremonial sword. Their fundamental purpose was of course to provoke King Xishuo.

King Xishuo had previously taken the initiative to intervene in the Xuanmeng Ceremony, and his purpose can be imagined.

He not only wants to win, but also wants to occupy the "greater justice" and "greater trend"!
Yesterday, Shen Chuke also got some information from Miss Zixuan - King Xishuo asked the Xingyun Chamber of Commerce to prepare a large amount of paper, ink, and some movable type printing plates.

No matter what King Xishuo planned to do at the Xuanmeng Ceremony, he was prepared to carry out a big publicity afterward.

What could it be?

The biggest possibility Fu Qingzhou could think of was to let Jiang Baichuan kill him, and then have King Xishuo, Lan Xiyu and others use the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way to "drive away" Jiang Baichuan and finally take the lead in justice.

Through the Xuanmeng Ceremony, they can obtain the magic sword, rule the martial arts world, and kill the thorn in their side...

But now, Fu Qingzhou wants to peel off their painted skin, and... he has already peeled off part of it.

If you are so shameless and work so hard in front of the whole world just for a few magic swords, how can you be called righteous?

Will people still believe the slogans you shout and the lies you claim?

Let Zhao Hao try the sword. If he succeeds, King Xishuo will no longer be able to sit still as his emotions have been affected by the formation. If he then ignores even his own son for the sake of a sword, who will believe that he is a righteous person?

But it doesn’t matter if this step is missing. At most, it will just be a little bit off, but it will not affect the overall plan.

It's a shame, but it's ok.

When Zhao Hao went on stage, King Xishuo had such an ugly look on his face. When Zhao Hao got off the stage, his biological father would definitely go on stage himself - oh, no need. When Zhao Hao let go of his hand, King Xishuo had already walked onto the stage impatiently.

The effect of this formation is really good. Even the prince, who was originally a very cunning man and never showed his emotions, was affected by this.

"In this case……"

Fu Qingzhou said, "Just get off...eh?"

He widened his eyes and looked at the scene in astonishment.

King Xishuo, who had quietly walked out of the crowd and was about to climb onto the platform, also stopped in shock.

Not to mention the countless gangsters in the audience... They opened their mouths and eyes wide, with astonishment written all over their faces.

Zhao Hao had already loosened his hand, took a step back, and prepared to step down.

But at this moment, the ceremonial sword on the sword rack suddenly jumped up with a bright yellow light...

It went back into Zhao Hao's hands.

(End of this chapter)