After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 397 Throne
"The ancestor of the Great Xuan Imperial Palace?"

At this moment, Li Musheng's gaze shifted to the withered old man with white hair. Upon hearing this, the withered old man lowered his eyes and hurriedly said:

"I am but an old codger in this palace. May I ask what brings His Highness the Eighth Prince of Dali to visit so late at night?"

The white-haired, withered old man adopted an extremely humble posture, since he was now completely unable to move and his life and death were entirely in the hands of the other party, so he couldn't be high-profile at all.

"You ask me what I'm here for?"

Li Musheng raised an eyebrow slightly, then pointed to the Great Xuan Emperor beside him and said:

"Of course I'm here to kill him."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Da Xuan's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with terror. However, he was currently bound, and even if he wanted to escape immediately, he could not.

Moreover, he had already noticed that his ancestor beside him seemed to be unable to move, just like him.

"Your Highness, I was wrong. I spoke without thinking. Please spare my life!"

The Emperor of Da Xuan immediately changed his attitude and begged Li Musheng for mercy with a look of panic.

However, Li Musheng remained silent, only gazing at the withered, white-haired old man before him, and asked:

"Your status in this palace must be quite high. Tell me, can you kill this Emperor of Da Xuan?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired, withered old man glanced at the Great Xuan Emperor out of the corner of his eye, his expression shifting uncertainly. However, after a brief silence, he spoke:

"Of course he can be killed! His life is entirely at Your Highness's disposal!"

The Great Xuan Emperor stared in shock and disbelief at the withered old man with white hair.

However, he seemed to know that the other party was in dire straits, so even though he had countless things to say, he ultimately said nothing.

At this moment, Li Musheng nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer from the white-haired, withered old man.

Immediately, he shifted his gaze to Crown Prince Zhao Kuang.

Seeing this, Crown Prince Zhao Kuang was about to speak and say something to get closer to Li Musheng.

After all, he had cooperated with the other party before, solved the puppet of his father, and helped the other party find Master Qingyu. He believed that there was some connection between them.

However, before he could finish speaking, Li Musheng continued:

"Also, I think the throne of the Great Xuan should be changed to someone else. What do you think?"

When Li Musheng said this, he was naturally looking at the white-haired, withered old man.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Kuang was struck dumb.

He came to see the ancestor tonight specifically for the sake of his throne.

He is currently facing off against the other two princes, and it will be difficult for him to defeat them in the short term. Therefore, he hopes to persuade the ancestor to give him his support.

In this way, he would not only gain a powerful ally, but also rightfully inherit the throne.

What he didn't expect was that when he arrived there, he found that his father, who was still alive, was also here with the ancestor.

The atmosphere between the two became extremely awkward.

However, he discovered that his father seemed to have suffered a great setback and did not have much time to pay attention to him.

After that, he unknowingly had a dream, which was extremely strange, but he had no mind to think about it at the moment. Instead, he hurriedly looked at his ancestor, hoping that the other party would say something on his behalf.

However, the white-haired, withered old man naturally understood what Li Musheng meant. He didn't even glance at Zhao Kuang, and still obediently replied:
"I believe that what the Eighth Prince said makes sense. Zhao Kuang murdered his father and relatives, causing upheaval in the court and chaos in the capital. He is not fit to be the Emperor of Da Xuan."

As he spoke, the white-haired, withered old man glanced almost imperceptibly at Li Musheng, then took the initiative to ask:

"Forgive my impertinence, but I wonder if Your Highness has a candidate in mind for the throne of the Great Xuan?"

The white-haired, withered old man held a transcendent position as the pillar of the Great Xuan Imperial Palace.

Originally, he was focused on martial arts cultivation and had no intention of getting involved in the struggle for the throne of the Great Xuan Dynasty. After all, he had already lived to be a hundred years old and had seen through many things.

The throne of the Great Xuan Emperor is naturally reserved for the most capable. No matter how these members of the royal family compete, as long as they can survive to the end and sit on the throne of the Great Xuan Emperor based on their own strength, he will support them unconditionally.

In this world, everything is subject to natural selection and survival of the fittest. Only the most outstanding people can control the Great Xuan Dynasty and extend its reign. The future of the Great Xuan Dynasty must never be handed over to mediocre people.

However, the white-haired, withered old man's mindset had undergone another change.

The reason was that the Great Xuan Emperor had presented him with the Longevity Scripture he had obtained from Daoist Qingyu.

This gave him hope of living another two hundred years. Originally, he didn't have much time left to live, and he didn't really care much about his own life and death.

But after obtaining the Longevity Scripture, he no longer wanted to die and became extremely afraid of death.

This explains why he was so compliant with Li Musheng, agreeing to almost everything the other party said and even going along with his wishes.

Because at this moment he knew that as long as he could live, and live for another two hundred years, what did it matter to him whether the throne of the Great Xuan Emperor was his or even the survival of the Great Xuan Dynasty?

At this moment, Li Musheng nodded slightly in response to the cooperative question from the white-haired, withered old man.

Now that the other party's life is in his hands, he is not afraid that the other party will not submit.

"I was only here tonight to kill people; I had no interest in the infighting within your Great Xuan royal family."

"However, since you've asked, I'll reluctantly point you in the right direction."

Li Musheng pondered for a moment, then looked at the withered old man with white hair and said:
“Your Zhao family has a seventh princess named Zhao Mu Ning.”

Of course, this doesn't mean that Li Musheng has any feelings for Zhao Muning.

He didn't like Zhao Kuang, and he didn't know any of the other princes of the Da Xuan royal family, only Princess Zhao Mu Ning.

Moreover, Zhao Mu Ning's character is not bad. In addition, he helped him by taking the other party to the Great Xuan Imperial Palace that night.

Since the other party had done him a small favor, it was only natural for him to return the favor and help the other party secure a Great Xuan Emperor's throne.

There's nothing I can do about it; he's just that generous.

However, as soon as Li Musheng said this, Zhao Kuang became anxious:

“Ancestor, Zhao Mu Ning is merely a woman. How could she possibly sit on the throne of the Great Xuan? Moreover, there has never been a precedent of a woman becoming emperor!”

As he spoke, he looked at Li Musheng again, his eyes full of pleading, and said:

“Your Highness, I have the utmost respect for you. It was Your Highness who helped me ascend to the throne of the Great Xuan Emperor.”

"Your Highness, please rest assured. As long as I am firmly on the throne, I will immediately order the withdrawal of troops and form an alliance with Dali. I will do everything in my power to help Dali overcome the current difficulties."

(End of this chapter)