Chapter 2443

North Palace!

This was the place Qinchuan and Yu Qing were headed to. It was the place where the so-called prince was conferred the title of Northern King. His status was second only to the current Crown Prince.

In truth, the situation in Brightmoon Country was not very good at the moment. Putting aside the conflict with the crown prince, the feudal vassals were already very divided, and there were still three other feudal vassals who were more powerful than the royal family.

However, the Royal Family was the Son of Heaven after all. It was just that their strength couldn't shake Zhuge. They didn't pay taxes and didn't listen to the Royal Family's orders. They all did their own things. The Royal Family basically couldn't be considered an empty name now. However, if this continued, it would be nibbled away sooner or later.

The Crown Prince and the North King were both talented people. They hoped to centralize the imperial power and rule over the feudal vassals.

The Crown Prince was a petty person and viewed the North King as a thorn in his side. He had always been thinking of ways to get rid of the North King. They were like fire and water, and the North King had no choice but to defend himself.

After understanding some of the situation, Qinchuan did not know what to feel. The royal family did not have any kinship, only benefits. It was too scary.

At a time like this, the royal family was still fighting for power. It would be strange if they did not weaken. Qinchuan even had the urge to help the royal family.

However, this was a path, a shortcut, because it was still orthodox. At the very least, it was in accordance with the heavenly dao. Moreover, the three vassal states didn't want to overthrow the royal family for the time being. After all, it was too risky, and no one wanted to be the vanguard, only to end up benefiting others.

Therefore, time did not allow Qinchuan to help the vassal states. He could only choose Yellowstone. This was also why Yu Qing had chosen the North King.

Logically speaking, it would be better to choose the Crown Prince. After all, it would be better for the Crown Prince to inherit the throne. However, the Crown Prince was a narrow-minded person. Qinchuan did not like him and felt uncomfortable with him. Hence, it was more appropriate to help the North King.

The Emperor was already beyond cure and could pass away at any moment. The Crown Prince was in charge of the country and was constantly persecuting the North King. The North King could only defend in his own territory.

The royal family was currently weak. It would not be easy to take down the North King in a short period of time. Both sides had fought several times. Although the Crown Prince had the upper hand, he could not take down the North King in a short period of time.

North King City was tall and heavy. It was like a colossus, a prehistoric giant beast. It lay there as if it was in a deep slumber.

When Qinchuan saw this city, he knew that he had underestimated the power of the Brightmoon Kingdom. Just this North King City alone was already unfathomable.

Yu Qing and Qinchuan were warmly received by the North King in the North Royal City. The North King even waited for Yu Qing and Qinchuan at the entrance of his palace.

This was a man who looked very young. He was dressed in brocade clothes and looked very graceful. His face was calm and modest, and his temperament was extraordinary. He gave off a very righteous feeling.

Yes, the appearance of an emperor!

These words flashed through Qinchuan's mind. He had the aura of a ruler. This was a man with the aura of a ruler. No wonder the Crown Prince wanted to get rid of him at all costs.

"Fairy Qing, this is?" the man asked with a smile.

"North King, this is my husband, Qinchuan. This is North King," Yu Qing said with a smile.

Qinchuan felt very comfortable, but the North King smiled and said, "Congratulations, Fairy Qing. I'm really happy that you've found the man you like. Hello, Mr. Qin!"

"Hello!" Qinchuan smiled and greeted. This man's reaction made Qinchuan very satisfied. He couldn't help but have a good impression of him.

The three of them entered and sat down to serve tea. The man said, "I welcome the two of you. Fairy Qing has already told me that I won't say anything good. No matter what the result is, I will reward you greatly," the North King said seriously.

"I need to understand the strength of your troops and the general's strength," Qinchuan said.

The world here in the Nine Heavens was too mysterious. Many people could awaken their talents and communicate with the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi. They had their own talents.

For example, Qinchuan's Divine Shield Tyrant Body could communicate with heaven and earth. With himself as the center, he could convert the power of heaven and earth to increase the fighting power of his allies around him.

In this world, whether it was a country, a sect, or a family, they all needed a huge system. No matter how strong a person was, it was difficult to truly control everything.

This was because even if you could fight against ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or even a million, there would always be a time when you couldn't handle it. If you could fight against a million, I could let 655 of them form a battle formation. With the formation, I could easily kill a million.

Moreover, there were some special abilities that could make you faint for a moment and kill you. Thus, this was a world where unity was needed. Individual strength was important, but individual strength didn't decide the result.

"Of course, there aren't many, but they are all elite troops. I have five generals who can fight against ten thousand, and one thousand can fight against fifty …" the North King said slowly.

755,555 elite troops, 8,555 special troops, and the generals from before. This was the North King's full strength.

In this world where millions of troops were fighting, the North King's strength could only be described as small. Not to mention the three vassal states, he was even weaker than the Crown Prince.

Qinchuan frowned slightly. This was a little tricky. His own strength could only be considered not bad here. He probably couldn't even fight against ten thousand, but he was much stronger than a thousand.

Qinchuan mainly relied on his formation skills and talent to help. His talent and formation skills were terrifying. If he helped someone, it would be like a hot knife through butter.

This was also why Qinchuan wanted to take this path. If others took this path to the Nine Heavens, they wouldn't be able to reach that level in a short period of time.

Qinchuan felt that this was his shortcut. He just didn't expect the North King to be so much weaker than the others.

Thus, he had to develop, expand, and train his troops first. Unfortunately, Qinchuan didn't have time to wait for him to train his troops. Now, he could only use battle to nurture battle. No one else had ready-made trained soldiers.

The North King was very humble. Perhaps he trusted Yu Qing, or perhaps he saw Qinchuan's aura and felt that Qinchuan wasn't ordinary. In any case, he was very respectful to Qinchuan.

Yu Qing told him that Qinchuan was someone who could help him. The North King didn't doubt Yu Qing's words at all. Also, Qinchuan was Yu Qing's man.

A man who was worthy of Yu Qing would definitely be around the same level. This was the North King's intuition. He definitely had something special about him.

Qin Chuan didn't hide his own innate talent. In the end, he directly told the North King about his own innate talent. This caused the North King to be extremely shocked. With this kind of innate talent paired with Yu Qing's innate talent, he wouldn't be able to kill anyone who stood in his way.

However, even the cleverest housewife couldn't cook without rice. This kind of talent that could boost an entire army was naturally better with more soldiers. With only two hundred thousand, it would be easy to break them up.

Fighting was about strength, morale, and cohesiveness. The North King was strong, and most importantly, he had an ability. As long as he was around, the chances of soldiers defecting were almost zero.