"First, Your Highness should consider your position clearly. Are you now the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou or the Young Master of Spirit Hall?"
A trace of doubt flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes. "Is there any difference?"
"The difference here is huge."
As he spoke, Lu Feng picked up the teapot and filled the cup in front of him.
"From the perspective of Spirit Hall, you are considering how to cut the weeds and dig up the roots. If you can eliminate Xue Ye as well, that would be even better."
Qian Renxue rolled her eyes. "Brother Lu, there's no need to mention this for now."
"Heh." Lu Feng chuckled lightly and didn't refute her.
After living for so many years, not only Qian Renxue, but Lu Feng found that most Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent had a kind of clear stupidity.
Perhaps too confident in their own strength, they all seemed to disdain using schemes.
Could he, a good youth who only knew how to "steal towers" in games, actually become a strategist after transmigrating to the Douluo Continent?
Lu Feng chuckled and continued, "From the perspective of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, then dealing with the aftermath is your biggest problem."
"Should the Heaven Dou Imperial Family directly incorporate the surviving disciples of the two sects? Or support them to stage a comeback?"
"The destruction of the two sects is a heavy blow to the Imperial Family's dignity; how to guide public opinion?"
"What benefits can Your Highness obtain from this matter?"
At this moment, Qian Renxue looked at Lu Feng talking with fervor and assurance, strange brilliance flashing in her eyes.
She had never considered these issues before. In her view, destroying the two major sects was just Spirit Hall's plan and also a warning to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.
Emperor Xue Ye loved greatness and success, valuing the Imperial Family's dignity more than life.
With such an incident, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the blow.
At that time, her inheriting the throne would be a matter of course.
However, after listening to Lu Feng's words, Qian Renxue realized that apart from getting a throne in the end, she didn't obtain other substantial benefits.
She cupped her hands slightly and said seriously, "Please teach me, Brother Lu."
Lu Feng picked up the teacup and took a sip. "In my opinion, there are two things that must be paid attention to."
"First thing, you must act quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, completely erasing the influence of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, cutting the weeds and digging up the roots."
"Naturally," Qian Renxue said confidently.
"Although the Upper Three Sects are powerful, in front of Spirit Hall, they are just slightly bigger ants."
Saying this, she glanced at Lu Feng without leaving a trace. "No force on the continent can stop Spirit Hall's pace, and the two great empires are no exception."
Lu Feng naturally heard the implication in Qian Renxue's words. Wasn't this little girl hinting to him that destroying the Star Luo Empire would also be effortless for her?
Lu Feng shook his head slightly. "If Your Highness always holds such a mindset, I guarantee you will suffer a heavy blow in this battle."
Without waiting for Qian Renxue to refute, Lu Feng continued, "Do you know why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan suddenly remained neutral?"
"Why? Could it be Xue Ye's order?"
Lu Feng smiled faintly. Immediately, his soul power surged, and a crossbow appeared in his hand.
"This is... the weapon you gave me before?" Qian Renxue asked doubtfully.
Lu Feng nodded. "This is called the Six-Star Crossbow, the most powerful among Tang Sect's mechanical crossbows. The Six-Star Crossbow specializes in breaking protective qi shields; even defensive-type Soul Kings will be injured in front of it."
"Tang Sect?" Qian Renxue repeated this name.
Suddenly, a trace of sharp light flashed in her eyes. "I remember you said your village once produced a Soul Saint. Those weapons of yours came from the sect this Soul Saint belonged to, the Tang Sect."
"Correct. Besides me, my sworn brother Tang San also obtained the Soul Saint's legacy. He sold these weapons to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan on the condition that Ning Fengzhi no longer intervenes in the Imperial Family's competition."
"So that's how it is!"
Qian Renxue's eyes were full of ice. "My good teacher, for the sake of the sect's interests, has harmed me, his disciple, so bitterly."
Lu Feng looked at Qian Renxue's agitated appearance, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
This pair of superficial master and disciple truly passed down in one continuous line.
On the surface, master and disciple had deep affection, but behind their backs, they both dealt deadly blows to each other.
However, Lu Feng was really somewhat curious: besides hidden weapons, how exactly did Yu Xiaogang and Tang San persuade Ning Fengzhi?
"Thank you, Brother Lu, for reminding me of this matter. I will have Spirit Hall send more personnel; the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will surely have no chickens or dogs left alive," Qian Renxue said sternly.
Lu Feng nodded. "The second thing is to control public opinion. I propose that three months later, the two great empires and Spirit Hall unite to reselect the Seven Great Sects."
"Reselect the Seven Great Sects?" Qian Renxue asked doubtfully.
"Correct. Any matter affecting the continent is just fodder for drunken conversations for most people. Be it Seven Treasure or Blue Lightning, nothing can resist the erosion of time."
"Even the Clear Sky School, once the number one sect in the world, how much influence does it still have on the continent now?"
As his voice fell, Lu Feng raised his teacup and took a sip.
"Two of the Upper Three Sects destroyed overnight; what's left vacant is a huge cake. Without us needing to act, other forces will devour it completely like cats stealing fish."
"Back then, after I destroyed the Fire Leopard Sect, I immediately established the Martial Pavilion for a similar reason."
"Your Highness, you only need to remember one sentence. There are no eternal friends or eternal enemies in the world, only eternal interests."
Qian Renxue looked at Lu Feng quietly. At this moment, she felt this man in front of her was so attractive.
Qian Renxue had been the strongest among her peers since childhood—aptitude, effort, even appearance, no one could compare with her.
And now, she found that someone could surpass, or even completely crush her, in a certain field.
A faint smile curled up at the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth. "Brother Lu, what about you? What benefits can you obtain from this?"
Lu Feng extended three fingers and smiled faintly. "Thirty percent. I need thirty percent of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's wealth. In addition, the White Tiger Sect needs to become one of the Upper Three Sects."
Holding the sect assembly, Lu Feng's real purpose was more than this.
He hadn't forgotten his Golden Finger.
Although the Capital of Slaughter was good, those fallen ones couldn't use soul skills.
But in the election of the Seven Great Sects, those who took action would be at least powerhouses above Soul King. There might even be Titled Douluo entering the arena; Lu Feng was even somewhat looking forward to it thinking about it.
Qian Renxue tapped on the table, thought for a while, and said, "Thirty percent of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's wealth is no problem. However, the election of the Upper Three Sects depends on the White Tiger Sect's strength."
Her eyes curved as she smiled. "Do you want me to lend you two Titled Douluo?"
Lu Feng chuckled. "No need. Not long ago, I got news that the Great Consecrated Priest succeeded in breaking through in seclusion and is already a level ninety quasi-Titled Douluo, only lacking one soul ring."
As he spoke, Lu Feng slowly stood up and cupped his hands slightly. "Your Highness, if there are no other matters, I will take my leave first."
Qian Renxue also stood up and saw Lu Feng to the door.
Returning to the room, Qian Renxue looked at the teapot on the table in a daze.
At this time, the fragrant tea was still warm, emitting faint smoke.
Three days later, the night was dark and windy.
Outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's castle, two disciples responsible for patrolling were wandering outside.
Suddenly, a disciple shivered. "Xiao Yi, why do I feel a bit cold?"
"Did you catch a cold?" Xiao Yi turned his head.
In an instant, he saw the most terrifying thing in his life.
A bloody mark appeared on that disciple's neck, and then his head flew off.
"Enemy att..."
Xiao Yi's words were stuck in his throat. The next moment, he was surprised to find himself flying in mid-air.
Left on the spot were only two headless corpses.