Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"Brother Feen, do you remember? The first time we met at the Book Collection Pavilion, I was reading a book called 'Imperial Concubine's Scandalous History', haha, and you caught me in the act!"

"I remember Junior Sister Qin, Qin Wanwan, was there too, and you helped me out of the situation! From that moment, I considered you a brother, Brother Feen!"

"Do you remember what we talked about in the Heavenly Position Mountain Range? We will always be good brothers..."

"I truly miss those times!"

"..."

At the liquor table, Moo Feng was drinking relentlessly, bringing up one thing after another about their time at the Heavenly Position Academy. His heart seemed to be filled with numerous frustrations.

These frustrations evidently stemmed from the upper echelons of the Southern Army, and from that old fox Yuan Tiangang.

Usually, he had no one to confide in; today, he was finally able to speak freely.

"Feng Mo, you are being detained here at Jing Royal Mansion by Yuan Tiangang, aren't you?"

Ling Feng grabbed Moo Feng's wrist, took away his wine glass, and asked in a deep voice.

Even though he already knew Moo Feng's true identity, he still considered him as Feng Mo in his heart, the conniving and charming Feng Mo.

Hearing Ling Feng's words, Moo Feng slowly opened his eyelids, giving a bitter smile, "It appears, Brother Feen, that you have already visited the Sky-reaching Fortress."

"Yes."

Ling Feng shrugged, "Thanks to you, my name as General Wei Yuan isn't very useful in the Tianmang Fortress either."

"I'm sorry, Brother Feen, I... I dragged you into this."

Moo Feng clenched his fists, his teeth grinding with a crunching sound.

"Dragged into what?" Ling Feng locked eyes with Moo Feng, speaking in a deep voice, "If it weren't for you, my brother, what would the Southern Army have to do with me?"

"Brother Feen, I..."

Tears welled up in Moo Feng's eyes, "I initially thought I could secure a place in the Southern Border, wait for you gloriously, and together, we brothers would sweep away those Demon Clan!"

"But Brother Feen, do you know?"

Moo Feng's body began to tremble with agitation, "I am so incompetent, so incompetent! For six whole months, I have achieved nothing!"

"The ideals are beautiful, but reality often slaps you hard in the face."

Ling Feng gently patted Moo Feng's shoulder, "It's not that you're incompetent; you're just too soft. Of course, to contend with an old fox like Yuan Tiangang, you're missing just a little something."

Moo Feng's eyelids twitched, "What's missing?"

"Madness!" Ling Feng laughed freely, "The madness you lack, I can give you! But before that, I want to ask you a question."

"Brother Feen, just ask, whatever the question is, I will be completely honest."

Moo Feng gritted his teeth firmly. Over the past six months, he finally understood the pitiful status of a powerless prince in the face of these old generals.

"Is your heart still the same as when we were drinking at the Weiyuan General Mansion?"

Ling Feng stared into Moo Feng's eyes, questioning him with deliberate cadence, piercing to the depths of Moo Feng's heart.

Moo Feng took a deep breath, looking into Ling Feng's eyes, and fell into long silence.

Fifteen minutes passed!

Another ten minutes passed!

Ling Feng didn't say a word; he was waiting, waiting for the true awakening of Moo Feng.

As time slowly passed, until dawn broke, Ling Feng, Tuoba Yan, and the maid called Moo Hongzhuang sat with him all night.

Finally, Moo Feng lifted his head, eyes flashing with unwavering resolve.

"Brother Feen, the former me didn't want to fight, but now, I understand that being born in the royal family leaves me no choice but to fight!" Moo Feng clenched his fists.

Before the Fourth Prince, there were originally the Eldest Imperial Prince and the Second Prince.

Unfortunately, the Eldest Imperial Prince died in battle, and the Second Prince went mad. In between him and the Fourth Prince, there are the Sixth Prince and the Eighth Prince, who are completely useless and inept.

The struggle for the Crown Prince position is bound to occur between him and the Fourth Prince.

He always understood this point but was always unwilling to face it. It wasn't until he arrived at the Southern Border that he gradually understood the importance of power.

"Brother Feen, I hope you can help me!"

Moo Fei's words were exceedingly sincere. His bloodline bore the royal family's blood, so he must fight.

"If I weren't going to help you, I wouldn't have come."

Ling Feng picked up the wine glass before him, downed it in one gulp, and laughed loudly, "This is the answer I hoped to hear."

"Why?" Moo Feng was taken aback, "I know, Brother Feen, you have never been interested in court power struggles."

"It's very simple, I find the Fourth Prince very annoying! If the Sky White Empire is to have a new king in the future, I hope it will be you, not the Fourth Prince."

Ling Feng always remembered the venomous look in the Fourth Prince's eyes when he was kicked off the platform by himself.

To be remembered by a vicious prince is not a pleasant thing.

"Fortunately, I became friends with you first. Brother Feen, thank you!"

Moo Feng smiled faintly, at least he had Ling Feng by his side, a Ling Feng who was adept at creating miracles.

"Between brothers, there's no need to say thank you."

Ling Feng gently patted Moo Fei's shoulder, smiling lightly, "Let's go, come with me to meet someone."

"Meet whom?"

Moo Feng blinked, somewhat confused by Ling Feng's intentions.

"You don't think just the two of us can take on that old fox Yuan Tiangang, do you?"

Ling Feng laughed freely, "We need to find a dream partner to work with us!"

"A dream partner?"

Moo Feng's eyelids twitched, this expression was quite novel. Yes, currently, wanting to gain actual power in the Southern Army was almost an unattainable dream for him.

However, this partner...

He really couldn't think of anyone in the Southern Border who would be willing to partner with him.

"Brother Feen, stop keeping me in the dark." Moo Feng said with a pained smile.

"That's why I said, you still don't understand your father emperor's intentions."

Ling Feng shook his head, "Your father emperor is far wiser than you think. He already arranged the pieces for you, yet you have no idea how to use them, moping around in the mansion, what's the point."

"A piece arranged by father emperor?"

Moo Feng was initially stunned, but a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, "Are you talking about Dragon Cloud City Lord?"

"Hehe, you're not completely hopeless after all."

Ling Feng smiled lightly, "My Ninth Prince, the Black Armored Cavalry Army answers directly to the Royal Family, and is the only army besides the Divine Guard Camp that is directly controlled by the Royal Family. More than half a year ago, your father emperor appointed the leader of the Black Armored Cavalry Army to garrison Iron Wolf City, further replacing the original Iron Wolf City Lord, what do you think his purpose was?"

Ling Feng looked directly at Moo Feng, articulating each word clearly, "Your wise father emperor already knew that Yuan Tiangang would never cede power to you, so he paved the way for you, but you completely failed to understand his intention. Therefore, you can't blame others entirely for your failed endeavors."

"Uh..." Moo Feng grimaced, looking forlorn, "Brother Feen, at this point, please stop mocking me."

"You're not lacking in wisdom, only courage."

Ling Feng gently patted Moo Feng's shoulder, spoke slowly, "Brother, since you've already made your decision, then from today we will go all out! Let that old fox Yuan Tiangang see that you're not some cowardly weakling!"

"Brother Feen, I will follow your lead! Let's make a big move together!"

Moo Feng nodded heavily, from this moment, he would truly transform, breaking the cocoon into a butterfly.