The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"Brother Feng, remember our first meeting in the library? You caught me readingThe Romance of Imperial Princesses!" He burst into laughter.

"That time, Junior Sister Qin Wanwan showed up too, and you helped me out! Right then, I knew you were a true brother!"

He kept going, nostalgia thick in his voice. "Remember what we said at Tianwei Mountain? That we'd always be brothers..."

"Those were good times!"

"..."

But beneath the drunken chatter, Ling Feng could see it, Mo Feng was drowning in frustration.

Frustration toward the Southern Army's higher-ups. Toward that old fox Yuan Tiangang.

For months, he'd had no one to confide in. Tonight, the floodgates opened.

Ling Feng grabbed Mo Feng's wrist, stopping him from taking another drink.

"Feng Mo, Yuan Tiangang has you under house arrest in Jingwang Mansion, doesn't he?"

Even knowing Mo Feng's true identity as the Ninth Prince, Ling Feng still saw him as the same scheming, carefree Feng Mo from back then.

Mo Feng lifted his head with a bitter smile. "So you've been to Qingtian Fortress."

"Yeah," Ling Feng shrugged. "Thanks to you, my title as General Weiyuan means nothing in Tianmang Fortress."

"Sorry, Brother Feng... I dragged you into this." Mo Feng's fists clenched, teeth grinding.

"Dragged me?" Ling Feng's gaze sharpened. "If not for you, my brother, what does the Southern Army matter to me?"

"Brother Feng, I..." Tears welled in Mo Feng's eyes. "I thought... I could carve out a place for myself here. That when you came, we'd crush the demon tribes together!"

His voice shook. "But Brother Feng, I... I've failed. Six months, and I've done nothing!"

Ling Feng patted his shoulder. "Reality hits hard, doesn't it? You're not weak. Just not ruthless enough to fight a fox like Yuan Tiangang."

"Then what am I missing?"

"Madness!" Ling Feng grinned. "The kind I have. But first, answer me honestly."

"Brother Feng, no matter what you ask, I'll tell you everything. I won't hide a thing."

Mo Feng clenched his teeth. It was only over the past six months that he truly realized how worthless a powerless prince was in the eyes of those old generals.

"Is your heart still the same as when we drank in General Weiyuan's Mansion?"

The question struck deep.

Mo Feng fell silent.

A quarter of an hour passed!

Then two!

Ling Feng waited, patient. Beside them, Tuoba Yan and the maid Hongzhuang sat through the night.

Finally, Mo Feng looked up, resolve burning in his eyes.

"Brother Feng, I never wanted to fight for power, but now I understand it. In the imperial family, you either fight or die!"

Before the Fourth Prince, there had been the Eldest and Second Princes. One died in battle. The other went mad. The Sixth and Eighth Princes? Useless.

The throne would come down to him or the Fourth Prince. He'd always known, he just refused to face it.

Until Nanjiang taught him the weight of power.

"Brother Feng, I need your help."

Mo Feng spoke with genuine honesty. With royal blood running through his veins, he knew he had to fight for his place.

Ling Feng downed his wine. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't helping."

"Why? You've never cared about royal court politics."

"Simple. I hate the Fourth Prince." Ling Feng smirked. "If the Tianbai Empire gets a new ruler, I'd rather it be you."

Ling Feng hadn't forgotten the Fourth Prince's venomous glare after being kicked off the arena stage.

Being targeted by a ruthless and merciless prince was never something to be pleased about.

"I'm lucky to have you as a friend. Thank you, Brother Feng!"

Mo Feng smiled faintly. At least he now had Ling Feng by his side, a Ling Feng who was good at making miracles happen.

"No need to thank me, we're brothers." Ling Feng patted Mo Feng's shoulder. "Now, let's go meet someone."

"Who?"

Mo Feng blinked, clearly a bit confused by what Ling Feng meant.

"You think the two of us can take on Yuan Tiangang alone?" Ling Feng laughed. "We need a dream partner."

"A dream partner?"

Mo Feng's eyelid twitched. That was a fresh way to put it. Right now, gaining real power over the Southern Army was nothing more than an impossible dream for him.

But as for a partner...

He really couldn't think of anyone in Nanjiang who would be willing to team up with him.

"Brother Feng, stop keeping me in suspense," Mo Feng said with a bitter smile.

"That's exactly why you still don't understand your father's intentions," Ling Feng shook his head. "Your father isn't stupid, he planted a piece for you, and you've ignored it. You just sit at home sighing all day, what good does that do?"

"Pieces arranged by my father?"

Mo Feng was momentarily stunned, then a spark of realization flashed through his mind. "Are you saying the City Lord Long Xiao?"

"Hehe,you're not completely hopeless after all," Ling Feng said with a faint smile. "My dear Ninth Prince, the Black-Armored Cavalry answers directly to the imperial family. Aside from the divine guards, they are the only military force under direct royal command. More than half a year ago, your father assigned a general to Iron Wolf City, replacing the previous commander. What do you think his purpose was?"

Ling Feng stared at Mo Feng, speaking deliberately, "Your clever father already knew Yuan Tiangang would never give up power to you. So he paved the way for you, but you never understood his intention. That's why you're struggling so badly. You can't blame others entirely."

"Ugh..." Mo Feng frowned, looking frustrated. "Brother Feng, at a time like this, don't mock me."

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

Ling Feng patted Mo Feng on the shoulder and said slowly, "Brother, since you've made your decision, then starting today, let's go all out. Let that old fox Yuan Tiangang see that you're no weakling!"

"Brother Feng, I'm with you! Let's make it happen!"

Mo Feng nodded firmly. From that moment on, he would truly transform, breaking free like a butterfly from its cocoon.