With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

"The source is absolutely reliable. If your Xiaoyao Sect also wants to participate, we will set off in a few days."

Bei Chenyan took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to her. "This is an invitation from Changyang Temple to Wujian Pavilion."

The Xiaoyao Sect is a martial arts sect founded by Nangong Wu four years ago and is managed by Li Zhan.

As a princess of the imperial court, she found it inconvenient to participate in the affairs of the martial arts world. Therefore, she founded the Xiaoyao Sect so that she could use her identity as the sect leader to integrate into the martial arts world and interact with various sects.

"An invitation from Changyang Temple?" Nangong Wu opened his invitation.

After reading it, a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Changyang Temple sent you the Wujian Pavilion invitation, but not my Xiaoyao Sect. It seems Lingyangzi doesn't want to acknowledge my Xiaoyao Sect!"

"He doesn't need to acknowledge it." Bei Chenyan stared at her increasingly cold and stunningly beautiful face, somewhat lost in thought.

His thoughts drifted back to more than four years ago, when he was seriously injured and, in order to escape Nangong Xun's pursuit, accidentally stumbled into her private room.

She was only eighteen years old at the time, as thin as a bamboo pole, with a slightly sallow face and an ugly scar.

If Nangong Xun hadn't come to pick a fight with her, he would have found it hard to believe that the pale and thin woman was actually the daughter of Nangong Lan, the female war goddess of the Western Yan Kingdom.

Now, four and a half years later, she has shed her youthful naiveté, and the scar removal surgery was very successful. There is no trace of injury on her face, and her skin is smooth and fair, like a freshly peeled egg.

She bears a striking resemblance to Huo Jing, especially her bewitching peach blossom eyes. Her large, watery eyes sparkle with a captivating charm that bewitches the soul.

It is said that Huo Jing was the most handsome man in the Western Yan Kingdom back then, and although he is now over forty years old, he is still incredibly handsome.

Nangong Wu inherited all of her father's best features, and could be described as stunningly beautiful.

"You're right. The sect I founded doesn't need the recognition of the Changyang Temple." Nangong Wu returned the invitation to Beichen Yan.

"We'll depart in ten days."

It's more than 5,000 li from Kyoto to Changyang Temple. If you're riding a horse, you have to set off at least half a month in advance. But she has a helicopter, so she can get there right on time.

"I've found out another piece of information," Bei Chenyan told her. "Do you remember the caltrops we found in the Eastern Jin Kingdom?"

Nangong Wu's expression turned cold. "Could it be that the Eastern Jin Kingdom is courting disaster again?"

After they bombed and killed the emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and his harem, the emperor's three sons, who had already established their own princely residences, along with several of his vassal king brothers, returned to the capital under the pretext of supporting the emperor and joined the struggle for the throne, which evolved into the War of the Eight Princes.

After several months of bloody struggle in the capital of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the youngest brother of the Eastern Jin emperor, Prince Qi, finally seized the throne.

This Prince Qi had long been dissatisfied with the Eastern Jin Emperor, and after ten years in his fiefdom, he secretly recruited soldiers and horses.

At first, King Qi did not rush to make a move. He watched from the sidelines as the seven kings fought to the death, resulting in all seven being severely injured.

Only when only two kings remained did King Qi make his move. His army of 100,000 suddenly stormed into the capital, killed the two kings, and ultimately seized the throne.

"Not only the Eastern Jin Kingdom, but also the Southern Qi Kingdom and the Northern Di Kingdom have obtained the recipe for the fire caltrop. In recent years, these three kingdoms have been secretly producing fire caltrops," Bei Chenyan said.

"If that's the case, then that person must have sold the formula to three countries at the same time." Nangong Wu's eyes turned slightly cold.

For the past few years, they have been searching for the person who sold the formula, but that person is very cunning and knows how to counter-surveillance. Several times, their people have cornered him at his residence, but he still managed to escape.

"The emperor of Nanqi was unaware of this. The person who bought the recipe for caltrop was Prince Jing, who secretly produced the caltrop." When Bei Chenyan mentioned Prince Jing, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Prince Jing?" Nangong Wu murmured the name.

She had investigated the situation of the royal family of Nanqi. Prince Jing, Beichen Zhan, was the eldest son of Emperor Nanqi and was born to the late Empress. He had been made crown prince, but due to drunkenness, he forcibly favored one of Emperor Dongjin's favorite concubines.

The Eastern Jin emperor was furious and immediately deposed Bei Chenzhan from his position as crown prince, demoting him to a commoner and exiling him to a remote and desolate place.

However, Bei Chenzhan was the son of the late empress and had many supporters in the court. Only after the Crown Prince's cronies pleaded on his behalf did the Eastern Jin Emperor change Bei Chenzhan's title to Prince Jing.

The current crown prince of Nanqi is Bei Chenyan, the third son of the Nanqi Emperor, and the son of the Empress.

Nangong Wu thought of the Crown Prince of the Southern Qi Emperor, who was made Crown Prince ten years ago. He kept a low profile and rarely made any news about him.

Although Prince Jing was deposed as crown prince, his power in the court far exceeded that of the crown prince. Now, he is making caltrops, which clearly shows that he has ulterior motives.

"It seems the Crown Prince of Nanqi is a complete waste!"

Bei Chenyan: "...?" This woman actually called him a piece of trash?

Nangong Wu continued, "As the crown prince, he is mediocre and incompetent. No wonder Prince Jing can act so arrogantly right under his nose."

Bei Chenyan: "...?" He's mediocre? He's unproductive?

Is that all there is to him in this woman's heart?

"It seems that the Eastern Jin Emperor also has extremely poor judgment, actually choosing a good-for-nothing as his crown prince. The throne will eventually fall to Prince Jing," Nangong Wu complained.

"...?" Bei Chenyan felt extremely wronged, feeling utterly worthless after being belittled by her. "How do you know he's so useless if you've never even met the Crown Prince of Nanqi?"

"Isn't that so?" Nangong Wu, oblivious to the change in his expression, continued:

"As the crown prince, he allowed Prince Jing's influence to infiltrate the entire court, secretly making caltrops, clearly intending to seize his position as crown prince."

Bei Chenyan's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Your analysis is good. So, what do you think the Crown Prince should do? Kill Prince Jing?"

Nangong Wu said, "I just feel that as the crown prince, one cannot only be kind, learned, and skilled in governing the country; one can also be cunning and ambitious."

"I've remembered what you said." Bei Chenyan nodded in agreement.

"You remembered that?" Nangong Wu looked at him suspiciously. "What's the use of remembering it? I wasn't talking about you."

You're talking about me! Bei Chenyan muttered to himself.

"Because what you said about having both cunning and ambition is something I should learn."

He was teased by Qi Ziyang again today. He had been pursuing Nangong Wu for several years without success. Now, after hearing Nangong Wu's words, he felt that he lacked both the means and the ambition.

"Hmm." Nangong Wu looked up at him again. "You can indeed be a little more ambitious. Expand your Wujian Pavilion. Once we take over Changyang Temple, we'll put you in the position of martial arts alliance leader."