“We have confirmation!”
“The Ninth Prince is guaranteed to take first place!”
The prince raised his head, his face full of ingratiating flattery.
“Based on what we know, the only person who poses even the slightest threat to His Highness is Lin Yuan of the Lin family.”
“I heard he spent six thousand years merely reaching the entry level of a black-hole-grade cultivation technique, achieving a blood-qi amplification of twelve hundred times.”
“But so what?”
The prince let out a disdainful sneer.
“Lin Yuan has only just surpassed thirty thousand drops of Origin Blood!”
“His Highness, on the other hand, possesses a full one hundred and fifty thousand drops!”
“That’s a fivefold difference in foundation!”
“Besides, His Highness has mastered an extraordinarily powerful supreme ability!”
“Lin Yuan’s strength is nowhere near His Highness’s. The gap between them is practically the distance between heaven and earth!”
“As for everyone else, they are even weaker than Lin Yuan. They aren’t worth mentioning at all!”
After hearing the report from the official in charge, the frown between Chu Tianjiao’s brows eased slightly.
“Excellent!” Chu Tianjiao said in a deep voice.
“This black-hole-grade War God Armor is of the utmost importance!”
“It isn’t merely the prize for the New Star Tournament. It will also be Wudao’s most important trump card after he enters the Realm Lord Divine Palace!”
The Realm Lord Divine Palace.
That was the imperial family’s true objective.
Hidden within it were supreme opportunities capable of allowing one to break through to the Realm Lord level—or even step into immortality.
With this War God Armor protecting him, Chu Wudao’s chances of survival and ability to seize treasures within the divine palace would be far ahead of everyone else’s.
“Make absolutely certain that nothing goes wrong!”
Chu Tianjiao issued another reminder.
“This subject understands!” The prince nodded repeatedly.
However, Chu Tianjiao was suspicious by nature.
As the emperor who ruled over a vast star domain, he was accustomed to considering every possible variable.
He looked at the War God Armor radiating a cold metallic sheen, yet still couldn’t help asking:
“Could there be any other risks?”
“I mean, what if?”
Chu Tianjiao turned around, his sharp gaze fixed on the prince.
“What if some peerless prodigy suddenly emerges from a wasteland star system or some secluded corner of the universe?”
“What if they broke through by tens of thousands of drops of Origin Blood in a single day and directly stole first place? What would we do then?”
At the emperor’s sudden and wildly imaginative concern, the atmosphere throughout the enormous martial arena abruptly froze.
The easygoing, lively air seemed to solidify in an instant, becoming awkward and rigid. The cabinet ministers and imperial guardians exchanged glances, unconsciously quieting even their breathing.
No one had expected that once this notoriously suspicious emperor started obsessing over possibilities, he would actually come up with such an absurd hypothesis—one that completely violated common sense.
The prince in charge of the report froze first. It took several seconds for him to process the outrageous question.
Then, as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world, his tense shoulders suddenly relaxed. Instead of showing the usual unease of someone in the emperor’s presence, he couldn’t help letting out a “pfft” of laughter.
“How could that be possible!”
The prince waved his hands repeatedly, his face brimming with certainty.
“Your Majesty, you’re worrying far too much!”
“Break through by tens of thousands of drops of Origin Blood in a single day?”
“That completely violates the fundamental laws of cultivation in the universe!”
To dispel the emperor’s doubts, the prince began analyzing the matter from every possible angle.
“First.”
The prince raised one finger.
“The Ninth Prince’s talent is among the very best across the three great star domains of humanity.”
“One hundred and fifty thousand drops of Origin Blood—that was built up over nearly ten thousand years, through painstaking cultivation and with the aid of the imperial family’s finest spirit-gathering formations.”
“Tens of thousands of drops in a single day? They’d have to be drinking entire veins of Astral Origin Stones like water!”
“Of course, if someone truly gorged themselves on top-grade resources and forcefully broke through, it would be possible for their Origin Blood to surge.”
The prince sneered as he pointed out the fatal flaw.
“But if they did that, their Origin Blood would inevitably be filled with a tremendous amount of impurities!”
“A flimsy martial artist whose strength was piled up through resources might have a hundred points of power on paper, but in actual combat, they wouldn’t be able to display even a tenth of it!”
“His Highness could crush them to death with a single slap!”
The prince raised a second finger.
“Second: martial will.”
“Origin Blood can be piled up with resources, but martial will can only be tempered over time!”
“Someone who gained tens of thousands of drops of Origin Blood in a single day would have had no time to temper their will. Their will would inevitably be unbearably fragile. Faced with the pressure of His Highness’s supreme ability, their spirit would collapse instantly!”
Next, the prince raised a third finger.
“Third: the compatibility between cultivation techniques and supreme abilities.”
“High-level cultivation techniques and supreme abilities require a long time to comprehend and integrate.”
“A nouveau riche whose cultivation realm skyrocketed would have no way to perfectly control the power within their body. Even if you handed them a black-hole-grade cultivation technique, they wouldn’t be able to unleash the slightest bit of its power!”
Finally, the prince summed everything up.
“And the last point: the body’s ability to withstand it!”
“If one’s Origin Blood suddenly increased by tens of thousands of drops, their meridians and bones would be unable to withstand the violent energy impact without years of tempering!”
“They wouldn’t even need His Highness to act. Their own body would explode on the spot!”
The prince looked at Chu Tianjiao, his tone filled with absolute conviction.
“So, no matter how you look at it…”
“A prodigy capable of gaining tens of thousands of drops of Origin Blood in a single day simply cannot exist!”
“And even if one did exist, they would be nothing more than a fragile weakling who would shatter at the slightest touch!”
“The Ninth Prince is destined to take first place!”
“There is absolutely no suspense!”
After hearing the prince’s logical and airtight analysis, the surrounding ministers nodded in agreement.
A faint smile tugged at Chu Wudao’s lips, and the confidence in his eyes grew even stronger.
Although Chu Tianjiao’s expression had relaxed, he still pursued the matter half-jokingly:
“Everything you said makes sense. But I’ll ask the same question again… What if there truly were some monstrous freak capable of ignoring the laws of the universe, breaking through by tens of thousands of drops of Origin Blood in a single day, and crushing everything with a single punch? What would I do then?”
Hearing the emperor stubbornly cling to such an absurd hypothetical, the prince let out a helpless laugh.
He slapped his chest, his voice ringing out loudly.
“Your Majesty! If such an utterly unreasonable monster truly exists…”
“I will personally swallow all one hundred thousand star-forged meteorite tiles in this premier martial arena, one by one, in front of everyone in the entire star domain!”
“Not only that—I’ll twist my own head off and give it to that monster as a chamber pot!”
The moment he finished speaking, relaxed laughter rippled through the martial arena.
Several cabinet ministers and imperial guardians couldn’t help smiling as they exchanged casual glances. Clearly, no one took the oath seriously.
Chu Wudao also shook his head slightly, a faintly dismissive smile touching the corners of his mouth.
Even the naturally suspicious Chu Tianjiao was infected by the lighthearted atmosphere and gently shook his head.
The furrows in his brow finally smoothed out completely.
“Enough. Let’s stop joking about things that could never come true.”
Chu Tianjiao sighed at himself, his tone relaxed.
“I was overthinking it.”
“On the path of cultivation, how could there be any shortcut that allowed someone to ascend to the heavens in a single step?”
“Even if an ancient Realm Lord were reincarnated, they still couldn’t ignore the laws of the universe.”
However, Chu Tianjiao’s gaze once again turned toward the distant, unfathomable starry sky.
A trace of unease still lingered in the depths of his eyes, refusing to fade.
“Still… why do I keep feeling that something is wrong?”
Chu Tianjiao murmured, his voice low.
“If it weren’t for the variables introduced by the Rising Star Tournament…”
“Then the demon race may be making a move.”
At the mention of the demon race, all the ministers around them grew solemn.
“They have always had their eyes fixed covetously on our Great Chu Star Domain.”
Chu Tianjiao let out a cold snort.
“Recently, the abyssal rifts along the border have been unusually active.”
“Deliver my decree. Have all the legions raise their guard.”
“Especially the Wasteland Defense Line under the Seventh Legion’s command. We absolutely cannot allow the demon race to cause trouble at a time like this!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!” the ministers answered in unison.
Chu Tianjiao withdrew his gaze and looked at Chu Wudao one last time.
“Wudao, prepare for battle.”
“Three months from now, I want to see you wearing the ‘Annihilation’ with my own eyes.”
“Your son obeys, Imperial Father!”
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