All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 118 Western Xia Seeks a Son-in-Law?

Murong Fu bowed respectfully, his expression composed: "Your Excellency is wise. I used the alias Li Yanzong to conceal my identity, but I did not intend to deceive Western Xia."

I have long admired the growing power of the Western Xia Kingdom and the numerous skilled warriors under General Helian's command. I have long admired this, and thus I have offered my humble skills to serve them, intending only to exchange martial arts techniques and make friends with other heroes. I have absolutely no intention of spying on military secrets.

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, "As for reputation in the Central Plains—the empty fame of the martial arts world is nothing but fleeting clouds. I only seek to act with a clear conscience. If I can do my utmost to promote friendship between Western Xia and the martial arts world of the Central Plains, what are a few misunderstandings worth mentioning?"

At this point, he raised his eyes and looked directly at the woman in white, his gaze calm: "Your Excellency has keen insight. Knowing my background, you did not expose me directly, but instead ordered General Helian to deal with me, thus giving me the opportunity to face you alone."

"I am of limited ability, may I ask Your Excellency—do you wish to investigate Murong Fu's concealment, or do you have other instructions?"

The woman in white chuckled softly, picked up her teacup, took another sip, and then said leisurely, "Young Master Murong is indeed very discreet."

You ask me why I don't expose you directly? The reason is simple: I, Xixia Chongcai, am talented.

The reputation of Murong Fu is known throughout the martial arts world, therefore, when my lord learned that the young master had infiltrated the First-Class Hall under an assumed name, he did not intend to harm him.

Murong Fu felt disdain. He knew that Helian Tieshu and his men alone couldn't do anything to him.

The woman in white seemed to see through his thoughts: "So, Young Master Murong thinks he's unparalleled in martial arts, and even if he turns against my First-Class Hall, he's confident he can escape unscathed?"

She scoffed, "Leaving aside underhanded tactics like poisoning and assassination, even in a head-on confrontation, young master might not be a match for us."

After saying that, she turned her head slightly and instructed the person behind her, "A-Da, give Young Master Murong a seat."

The Western Xia warrior behind the woman in white stepped forward in response.

The man was burly and imposing. With a long, outstretched arm, he placed his hand on the back of an empty chair beside him and gave it a gentle push. The chair shot off like an arrow, whistling through the air, heading straight for Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's gaze sharpened, and he reached out to take it.

As soon as his fingers touched the edge of the chair, a powerful and profound force surged into his palm, like a mountain pressing down, continuous and relentless.

For a short time, he was unable to dissipate the internal force on the chair.

With a muffled bang, the chair exploded in mid-air, scattering wood fragments everywhere. Murong Fu was left with only a section of the chair back, intact; the rest was scattered all over the ground.

His expression changed slightly, and he looked up at the tall Western Xia warrior, secretly shocked.

This person possessed profound internal strength, and his ability to control and release it was seamless. In terms of cultivation, he was on par with me.

The woman in white covered her mouth and chuckled, her tone tinged with a hint of teasing: "How could Young Master Murong be so careless? Ah Da, bring Young Master Murong another chair."

The samurai behind him remained expressionless, picked up another chair, and pushed it out in the same flat manner.

This time, the chair came hurtling through the air, even faster than before.

This time, Murong Fu dared not be careless. He took a deep breath, focused his energy in his dantian, and extended his right hand, his five fingers lightly touching the edge of the chair, his palm slightly concave, already activating his family's secret technique.

As soon as that powerful force surged in, he used the "Shifting Stars" technique to capture it in his palm.

With a twist of his inner force in his palm, he forcefully turned the horizontal force into a vertical one, guiding it from his arm to his elbow, from his elbow to his body, and all the way to his feet.

With a muffled "crack," the force burst forth and seeped into the floor tiles. The bluestone pavement immediately cracked with several fine lines that spread outwards like a spider web.

Murong Fu lowered his wrist and pressed it to the ground, and the chair landed steadily beside him, completely undamaged.

"Clap clap clap." The woman in white opposite suddenly clapped her hands. "Murong of Gusu, you truly live up to your reputation."

She lowered her hand, leaned back, and changed to a more comfortable sitting position. "To be honest, Young Master Murong, ever since His Majesty learned of your identity, he ordered his officials to investigate your background."

Her gaze swept lightly across Murong Fu's face, her tone remaining as calm and collected as ever: "Upon investigation, it was discovered that you, sir, are of Xianbei descent, a grandson of the Great Yan Emperor, and your given name is Fu. May I be so bold as to ask, sir, do you harbor any ambition to revive the Yan Kingdom?"

Murong Fu's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil.

He remained silent for a moment, then spoke again, his tone much more polite than before: "I wonder what you mean by that, sir?"

The woman in white did not answer directly, but changed the subject: "Young master must know that His Majesty has no sons, only Princess Yinchuan as his daughter."

Murong Fu did not answer, but his heart beat a little faster. He was naturally aware of the situation of the Western Xia royal family.

The woman in white continued speaking to herself: "Therefore, whoever can become Princess Yinchuan's horse will be the future master of the Western Xia Kingdom."

Murong Fu finally spoke, his voice lower than before: "My lord, what do you mean?"

The woman in white didn't keep him in suspense: "His Majesty intends to take Young Master Murong as his son-in-law, to marry into the Western Xia, and to assist Princess Yinchuan in ruling the world together in the future."

She paused, then continued casually, "The entire Western Xia region is considered part of the dowry. What does the young master think?"

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Murong Fu's heart pounded even faster, and he blurted out, "Is what you say true, sir?"

"Of course it is true." The woman in white smiled faintly, "However, it's not without conditions."

She stood up, hands behind her back, and said, "Western Xia values ​​talent, but we value talent that can be controlled."

The prince's foundation, confidants, and connections in the Central Plains, which seem like assets, are actually a hidden danger for Western Xia.

If you, sir, are truly willing to submit, our dynasty will offer you a high position. In return, you must demonstrate your sincerity.

She raised her hand: "Ah Da."

The Western Xia warrior smashed the screen in the corner of the room with a single blow, revealing six people behind it who were tightly bound, blindfolded, and gagged.

Murong Fu was startled to find that the people hiding inside the house were actually his own retainers and maids.

Before he could react, the woman in white spoke again: "During my investigation, I discovered that you have a cousin with whom you have a close relationship, who has become a stumbling block on your path."

This matter has been temporarily put aside by this official and has not yet been reported to the king.

"It is only because my lord values ​​talent, and I previously pandered to his tastes by praising the prince before the king. If the king were to find out about this, it would not be a good thing for me."

At this point, her tone was somewhat regretful: "I originally intended to take Ah Da with me to remove this stumbling block for you, but unfortunately the Wang family hid it well, and I have been searching for days without finding it."

The young master's subordinates were utterly loyal and refused to speak. They were truly loyal and righteous men.

Unfortunately, for a subject, the first requirement is to be able to share the burdens of the lord; loyalty alone is not enough.

"These four retainers of yours, sir, have made many enemies in the martial world, which has also affected your connections in the Central Plains. What good is it to keep such subjects?"

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