148: Chapter 148: The Struggle for Succession Among the Eight Princes

"White Emperor City needs a Puppet."

"This fellow is clever, and knowing the times makes him the most suitable candidate."

Elder Ying was silent for a moment.

"Then what about his brothers?"

Xiao Ran revealed a villainous smile.

"That will depend on how he chooses himself."

He turned around and looked at the distant City Lord's Mansion.

"Let's go, find a place to watch the show."

...

One hour ago.

In the various mansions of the princes throughout White Emperor City, almost the same thing happened at the same time.

The White Emperor's soul lamp went out.

The first to discover it was the head steward of the City Lord's Mansion.

He stood in the ancestral hall, watching the soul lamp representing the City Lord extinguish, and he was struck as if by lightning.

"The City Lord... has fallen?"

His hands were trembling.

A moment later, he took a deep breath, turned around, and rushed out of the ancestral hall.

Meanwhile.

In the east of the city, inside a luxurious mansion.

The White Emperor's eldest son, Bai Moyang, was drinking while holding a beautiful concubine.

Suddenly, a communication talisman flew in.

He took it and probed it with his Divine Sense.

The next second, his expression changed drastically.

"Father..."

He stood up abruptly and pushed the beautiful concubine away.

"Someone! Summon everyone!"

In the west of the city, inside a heavily guarded mansion.

The White Emperor's fourth son, Bai Mohu, was wiping his battle saber.

A communication talisman flew in.

He took one look, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, he laughed up at the sky.

"I have finally waited for this day."

"Father is dead... then who should the position of City Lord fall to?"

Bai Mohu stood up abruptly and shouldered his battle saber.

"Brothers, follow me!"

South of the city.

In an elegant courtyard.

The White Emperor's eighth son, Bai Moyun, was playing chess with several advisors.

A communication talisman flew in.

He took one look, his expression unchanged.

"Everyone, the plan has changed."

Several advisors looked up at the same time.

Bai Moyun said indifferently.

"Father is dead."

"Now, it is time for us to act."

...

An incense stick later.

The entire White Emperor City was trembling.

Because two earth-shattering events had occurred in this short incense stick of time.

The first major event was that the Dongfang Family, one of the four great families that had entrenched itself in White Emperor City for hundreds of years, had fallen.

The entire Family had been wiped out.

The second event was naturally the restlessness of the White Emperor City's direct descendants.

These two events caused the entire White Emperor City to fall into temporary chaos, and all the Cultivators looked towards the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Some experienced Cultivators understood instantly.

The sky over White Emperor City was about to change.

The White Emperor's eight direct descendants began to act almost simultaneously.

Summoning retainers, mobilizing private soldiers, contacting allies...

For a time.

Rushed figures were everywhere in the city.

Some went straight to the three great families, wanting to seek support.

But the response they received was surprisingly consistent.

"Apologies, the Family Head is in seclusion and is not seeing outside guests."

"The three great families are remaining neutral and will not participate in the Bai Family's internal affairs."

The news was relayed back.

The expressions of several direct descendants were a bit off.

Because they were afraid that the other brothers had received help.

Once a Void Refinement Stage expert entered the fray, the situation would be different.

But they had no time to think.

Because the more important battlefield was at the City Lord's Mansion.

...

At this moment.

The City Lord's Mansion.

The once solemn and majestic gates were now wide open.

Hundreds of people had already gathered on the square in front of the gate.

Bai Moyang arrived first.

He was riding on a Scarlet Flame Tiger, followed by three hundred retainers.

The Aura of a Nascent Soul Great Perfection was released without reservation, pressing down on everyone around until they could not breathe.

"Eldest Brother arrived very quickly."

A rough voice rang out.

Bai Mohu shouldered his battle saber and strode over.

Behind him, he was also followed by over two hundred people.

Bai Moyang looked at him and said indifferently.

"Fourth Brother is not slow either."

Bai Mohu grinned.

"Father is dead, the position of City Lord cannot be left vacant, right?"

"Although I am untalented, I also want to contend for it."

As soon as the words fell.

Another voice came.

"Fourth Brother wants to contend, but you have to ask if the brothers agree."

Bai Moyun arrived gracefully with a team of swordsmen in white.

Behind him, besides retainers, there were also several Soul Transformation Stage guest elders.

Bai Moyang narrowed his eyes.

"Eighth Brother, you really hid it deep."

Bai Moyun smiled slightly.

"Eldest Brother is too kind."

"I was just planning ahead."

The three confronted each other, the atmosphere tense as if swords were drawn.

Immediately after, the other direct descendants arrived one after another.

The second son, Bai Mosong, brought a team of crossbowmen.

The third son, Bai Moxuan, was alone, his expression calm.

The fifth son, Bai Mowen, was followed by several gloomy-looking Cultivators.

The sixth son, Bai Moshan, brought a team of armored guards.

The seventh son, Bai Mohe, was followed by several men in black with strange Auras.

Eight direct descendants, eight factions.

Gathered at the City Lord's Mansion.

On the square, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.

The eldest, Bai Moyang, looked around and said in a deep voice.

"Father has just passed away, and we are confronting each other here; what kind of conduct is this?"

Bai Mohu sneered.

"Eldest Brother, stop pretending."

"At this time, everyone knows clearly what they want most."

"Do you dare say you don't want to be the City Lord?"

Bai Moyang's expression sank; he felt his authority as the legitimate eldest son had been greatly challenged.

In the past, when the White Emperor was still alive, although everyone fought in secret, on the surface, they would still give him, this eldest brother, some face.

Now that the White Emperor was dead, the others didn't even bother to pretend.

Seeing this, Bai Moyang could only force the posture of an eldest brother, looking at Bai Mohu, and said word by word.

"Among all of Father's offspring, I am the eldest; this position of City Lord should be inherited by me."

Bai Mohu sneered directly upon hearing this.

"Eldest? When has the Cultivation World ever talked about age?"

"The Cultivation World competes on strength!"

He shouldered his battle saber, his Aura surging.

"Whoever has the bigger fist will be the City Lord!"

With Bai Mohu's words, the momentum was directly struck out.

Just at this moment.

The youngest direct descendant on the side, Bai Moyun, said leisurely.

"Fourth Brother is right."

"However, the Cultivation World is not just about fighting and killing; one must also talk about human relationships and worldly wisdom."

"Having just fists is not enough; one must also have support."

After saying this.

Bai Moyun looked at the other direct descendants around him.

"Second Brother, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, what do you say?"

This sentence directly stumped the others.

Bai Moyun was forcing everyone to take a side!

It is well known that among the White Emperor's eight direct descendants, the eldest, fourth, and eighth have the strongest power.

They not only have deep foundations but also occupy key positions in White Emperor City.

Their strength is much stronger than the other brothers.

When it comes to fighting, only these three are qualified.

So the second son, Bai Mosong, pondered for a moment and slowly walked behind Bai Moyang.

"I support Eldest Brother."

A smile curled up on the corner of Bai Moyang's mouth.

The fifth son, Bai Mowen, looked at Bai Mohu, then at Bai Moyun, and finally walked to Bai Mohu's side.

"I support Fourth Brother."

The sixth son, Bai Moshan, hesitated for a moment and also walked towards Bai Mohu.

"I also support Fourth Brother."

Bai Mohu grinned and patted his shoulder.

The seventh son, Bai Mohe, was silent for a moment and walked behind Bai Moyun.

"I support Eighth Brother."

Bai Moyun nodded.

In a short moment, the situation became clear.

Bai Moyang's faction: Second Brother supports.

Bai Mohu's faction: Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother support.

Bai Moyun's faction: Seventh Brother supports.