Villain : I reincarnated as a Prince! Shouldn't I have a Harem?

"Ninth Prince, the Emperor has received your gift. Now, I request you to allow the next guest to present their offering to His Majesty." The Grand Minister spoke respectfully with a smile.

Basically, he was telling Ashen to vacate the stage and leave.

However, Ashen hasn't just come to reveal his spirit and leave.

He asked respectfully: "Lord Grand Minister, if I recall correctly, after announcing their participation, isn't a candidate of succession given the opportunity to appeal to the masses for their support?"

The Grand Minister, visibly surprised by his question, nodded in answer: "Yes, that is the custom. Do you wish to appeal to everyone present here?"

He had asked him to leave because he thought that Ashen wasn't going to make any appeal since he didn't have anything to show to them other than his spirit.

Even after having a legendary spirit, The Eternal Great Sovereign took five years to reach the core-formation realm, meaning that Ashen will also need atleast five years to reach such a level.

And a prince who hasn't even reached the core-formation realm wouldn't receive much support even if they had a high potential and spirit.

A prince could be assassinated before even growing to their potential, hence nobody would rush to support him since if he got assassinated, the powers who had been supporting him would garner animosity from the other royal princes.

If these powers joined these princes' factions afterward, they'd simply be outlined and would receive a much lower position and benefits compared to those who have been supporting them from the start.

Due to this reason, it was common for powers to either join at the start or at the very last. Since joining at the start had the most risk but similarly, the most rewards.

On the contrary, joining at the last came with zero risks and fewer benefits.

"Indeed, Lord Grand Minister" Ashen answered with a confident nod.

The Grand Minister nodded in understanding: "Alright. You can go ahead and present your appeal. No one will interrupt you until you are finished."

Saying that The Grand Minister calmly sat back on his throne seat, looking forward to Ashen's appeal with interest.

He wanted to know just what could make Ashen so confident about his appeal.

Maybe there was another surprise after his spirit?

Ashen turned to face the crowd, speaking with confidence: "Everyone, I, Fang Ashen, the ninth prince of this great empire, will present his appeal to ask for your support."

"However..." He paused, allowing the silence to draw their attention.

"I'll not make some grand promises about the future or say something false to gain your support."

"Instead..." He again paused, having everyone's full attention.

The arena was completely silent right now as all attention was focused on him.

"I'll show you my appeal!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, multiple cultivators flew out of his gallery, landing on the stage before gathering behind him.

"Aren't those the cultivators who came with him?" A man yelled, pointing at the cultivators.

"Yeah, Those King realm and pseudo emperor realm cultivators." Another man agreed.

At this moment, An elder from the upper middle tier reprimanded: "How can you forget the old emperor realm cultivator who had a weird walk?"

He wasn't pleased that an emperor realm cultivator wasn't being shown respect.

An elder who was sitting beside him commented: "Correct! He isn't that of an enthusiastic person despite being an emperor realm cultivator."

"But who are these unknown cultivators?" The first elder wondered.

"Maybe that is what, his highness, is about to reveal." The second elder guessed.

At this moment, Ashen's voice again entered their ears:

"These cultivators..." He paused, waiting for the arena to become quiet.

"They are the southern regions' top ten sects who have decided to join my faction!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, the response was that of disbelief and surprise.@@novelbin@@

"The top ten sects? Haven't they refrained from participating in the succession fight in the past? Why are they joining now?" The First elder questioned, wondering about their motives.

"Many have attempted to recruit them into their factions in the past, yet they never relented. So, what has changed now?" The second elder also had the same question.

"Maybe they know something about the Ninth Prince that made them join his faction. Something that makes them sure that he will succeed in this succession fight." The first elder guessed.

However, no one could think even close to the real reason why they were here and had joined his faction.

Who would think that they had been enslaved and threatened to join the faction?

The pseudo-emperor realm cultivators were the ancestors who were in seclusion to cultivate, however, they were awakened forcefully to appear today to show their support to Ashen.

He just had to give the order and the sects had no choice but to obey.

Though these ancestors tried to be defiant, however, noticing what was on the line, they simply obeyed.

Feng Tianlong, Feng Xue's father played a major role in making them realize just how helpless they were.

Since he was there, he could give better details about how even an emperor realm cultivator like Han Wuji was subdued and made to endure torture in the Shang Clan.

Of course, knowing that even an emperor realm cultivator was subdued, they couldn't hope to resist anymore.

Moreover, the sect leaders of their sect had their lives in Ashen's hands. He could kill them with only a single thought. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

These sect leaders were their descendants.

How could they simply leave them to die?

Moving on, Ashen, pointing at the old emperor realm cultivator, spoke: "This Emperor realm Senior..."

This emperor realm cultivator was none other than Han Wuji.

He wore green silk clothes with silvery intricate designs, giving him a polished appearance, however, his bony appearance and devoid-of-life expression didn't quite add to the image, the clothes were designed for.

His draped shoulders and eyes full of despair only conveyed how pathetic he felt.

Two days ago, The Shang Clan's prison tower,

Han Wuji was looking into the distance with a lost expression, his gaze devoid of hope. His clothes were torn, revealing his wounded skin. His body lay without any life in it on the ground.

At this moment, a guard came and knocked on his cell door: "Prisoner Han Wuji, Young Lord Ashen is here to see you. Get ready and come out."

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(A/N - Thanks for reading. ^..^)