Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Xu Jiawei quickly recovered from his shock and then chuckled, as if mocking himself.

He thought that with his status as the supreme ruler and such a background, he could be considered one of the top figures on the continent, but he never expected that he would be nothing in front of Wen Yu.

To be reborn into a family of gods and even be fortunate enough to receive divine blessings—this "technique" of reincarnation is simply outrageous!
"Even so, shouldn't it be enough to cause discord among family factions?" Xu Jiawei became increasingly puzzled.

In his view, even in special circumstances, family factions should not escalate to the point of turning against each other.

After all, these factions had all received the blessings of their family deities, and that deity did not show favoritism to any of them.

Wen Yu chuckled, her tone seemingly teasing Emperor Xu Jiawei: "Your Majesty, as the emperor, you should understand the meaning of 'human nature' best!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Jiawei immediately understood.

He coughed lightly twice and tentatively asked, "So, you mean there are some guys in your family who want to monopolize these divinely bestowed martial souls?"

Indeed, there are many kinds of the strongest martial souls in the world, such as the ultimate martial soul and the martial soul with the bloodline of a divine beast, but they all pale in comparison to the legendary god-level martial souls.

If a faction possesses only one divinely bestowed martial soul, it might be satisfied; but over time, people's hearts will change.

Just like back then, their ancestors spared the lives of the White Tiger Clan. At first, the White Tiger Clan was grateful, but now, they have other thoughts.

His ambition was to reclaim the throne.

This was also a major headache for Xu Jiawei. He had hoped to resolve this hidden danger in his lifetime, but unfortunately, the opportunity was now gone.

“Not only that, Your Majesty!” Wen Yu said.

"Anything else?" Xu Jiawei asked, forcing himself to overcome his discomfort.

"What they want is not just those divinely bestowed martial souls, but to become new gods!"

"!!!"

Seeing the stunned expressions on everyone's faces once again, Wen Yu continued, "There's a legend in my family. Whoever obtains all the divinely bestowed martial souls can become a new god."

As for whether this legend is true or false, I have no idea.

"Wen Yu, so you mean that your family faction protected you when you were sent out?" The quick-witted Xu Jiujiu immediately realized this secret and asked in surprise.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why Wen Yu wanted her to usurp the throne; it was probably to protect her.
If this is the case...

After a long while, she couldn't help but look at her brother beside her. At that moment, she couldn't help but think, "Why don't we make things difficult for my brother? Anyway, he doesn't have much time left to live."

Hearing Xu Jiujiu's words, Wen Yu nodded and did not deny it: "I guess so."

At this moment, Xu Jiawei and the titled Douluos hiding in the shadows all gasped in shock.

They never expected that the factions within the Wen Yu family would be so insane; their ambition wasn't for a divine-level martial soul, but for the chance to "ascend to godhood."

This... is indeed too tempting!

Wang Xian'er, who had been standing silently to the side, looked at the group of emperors and old men with shocked expressions, and then chimed in, "The reason I was able to break through was because I made a deal with a powerful figure behind Wen Yu."

You have no objections, Your Majesty?

"Of course not. I should thank the Immortal Physician for bringing such a genius back to Xingluo, bringing glory to the Xingluo Empire!" Even though Xu Jiawei was unwilling, he dared not say it aloud.

Wang Xian'er is now the top healing-type Soul Master on the continent, and also Wen Yu's master. He wouldn't be foolish enough to say something he shouldn't.

And it's too late to regret it now; he can only grit his teeth and accept it all—besides, he only has a few months left to live.

His Star Luo Empire is truly facing an impending storm!
"Wen Yu, I have a question for you. What should we do if they attack us in the future?" Xu Jiawei quickly composed himself and asked.

In his view, someone as intelligent as Wen Yu should already have a solution; otherwise, it would be impossible for the Star Luo Empire to withstand such a challenge!
"No," Wen Yu answered crisply. Xu Jiawei: "???"

"Not yet, but there should be in the future," Wen Yu added.

"..."

Xu Jiawei immediately retracted his earlier assessment of Wen Yu.

He admitted that Wen Yu, as a healing-type Soul Master, did not pose a direct threat; however, her Martial Soul would definitely bring a huge crisis to the Star Luo Empire.

Thinking of this, Xu Jiawei suddenly slumped onto the throne, feeling that his future was bleak.

In truth, Wen Yu didn't have any complicated thoughts—she just wanted to put Xu Jiujiu on the throne and see how long Xu Jiujiu could hold out against the future attacks of the Sun Moon Empire; and incidentally, to take the opportunity to get rid of the White Tiger Duke and his group.

She had a vague feeling that the White Tiger Duke's Mansion definitely had a backup plan!
Even if Dai Mubai is a scumbag, he will still leave some methods for his descendants, and those methods will definitely be enough.

Otherwise, how could these people still be alive and well ten thousand years later, and even be divided into two factions—one serving as high-ranking officials in the Federation, and the other continuing to be emperors on the new continent?

As for rebelling against Jin Tianming, only Jin Tianming himself would be competitive and want to be number one; his other clones don't really care about these things.

Those clones are more concerned with ensuring the survival of the original body.

If Wen Yu had been able to heal Jin Tianming's original body, she would have even considered sacrificing herself to save the body's life.

The palace corridors were nearly deserted, and the road stretched towards Wen Yu's residence.

Xu Jiujiu and Wen Yu walked together down the corridor.

Emperor Xu Jiawei is currently in very poor health and can only handle official business for a short time before needing to rest early—otherwise, he might not even last a few months before dying suddenly.

"Wen Yu, is this your reason for wanting me to become emperor?" Xu Jiujiu asked first.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yu immediately guessed what Xu Jiujiu had misunderstood, but she did not explain. Instead, she followed up on the conversation, saying, "Princess Jiujiu, you must really not want to see such a scene, right? You also wouldn't want a girl like me, who is like an angel, to perish, would you?"

"Shouldn't she be called a 'black-hearted angel'?"

Xu Jiujiu couldn't help but roll her eyes, but still couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked, "Doesn't your family have a method to remove a martial soul?"

"Yes," Wen Yu replied.

"Can you use it?"

“Using it means death. Martial spirit and human are inherently connected by their soul essence. Once you lose your martial spirit, it means death,” Wen Yu said slowly.

Despite discussing such a heavy topic, Wen Yu's expression seemed completely unconcerned in Xu Jiujiu's eyes.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What's the use of being afraid? It's better to let nature take its course. Or... how about you protect me after you ascend the throne?"

"Wen Yu, why don't you just tell us to be the emperor?" Xu Jiujiu finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Eight out of ten sentences this guy utters revolve around his desire to usurp the throne.

Wen Yu deftly dodged the long-standing playful fight and then began to frolic with the princess.

But in her heart, she was silently calculating: when should she start implementing her plan?

...(End of chapter)