The Martial Unity

He had several things going for him. For instance, he was their blood. Based on everything he heard, he could be certain that the Silas Clan had extremely strong familial bonds and placed a lot of importance on family.

In other words, appealing to this was his greatest out to victory.

However, he could not be obvious with it. The moment they realized he was trying to manipulate them, they would most likely become extremely hostile. He simply needed to act and talk in a manner that evoked a sense of familial kinship naturally and organically within them.

The fact that he was a descendant of Matriarch Nephi was also a great boon in that regard

While relying on familial kinship was undoubtedly an effective strategy, it wasn't the only approach he had at his disposal. He could incentivize them with beneficial offers of great value to them.

His father had taken this approach. He had offered them an artifact of proprietary Kandrian technology that obscured their existence, making it harder to detect and find them. It was deeply valuable to them as they were hunted by the entire world for their prophetic power.

"That isn't the only thing that is valuable to them," Rui smirked.

The Eye of Prophecy was a forbidden technique that consumed lifespan. In other words, it was lifespan that was deeply valuable to them. Far more so than it was to other Martial Artists.

Longevity potions were already deeply valuable to any person. However, it was beyond priceless when it came to people with crippled lifespans. Even a single life-prolonging potion was an extremely powerful bargaining chip when it came to negotiating with the Silas Clan.

This was another card that he had at his disposal. With the sheer amount of political, economic, and Martial capital that he had accrued as the next Emperor of the Kandrian Empire, longevity potions were effortlessly available to him. In fact, he was probably functionally immortal with how many could access if he wanted.

With these two cards to play, it was difficult to conceive that he would fail to gain their approval.

On top of that, he also had his trump card revealing that he, too, had the power of prophecy. Given how important and central was to their identity and Martial Art, there was a good chance he would be able to earn their approval by demonstrating his 'prophetic' power.

Another card he considered playing was the Antithesis Card. If they were prophetants who did not worship the Antithesis, then there was a chance that they wouldn't go crazy at the revelations that he resembles the Antithesis in some ways.

that route," Rui

was unable to model theological irrationality. He didn't know how they would react to it; it was best to

to approach the Silas Clan. It still wasn't as rigorous as he would have liked to due to a lack of data, but alas,

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to the meditation

informed him impassively like it was nothing

exactly here exactly twenty-four hours later,

are extremely important if I am to serve the hidden blade of

going," Rui smiled with excitement as he walked out with the

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Sage locked the door to the meditation chamber, leaving exactly as

the four Martial Masters that stood outside in a trance. "That's some powerful

when we depart," Sage Sayfeel remarked, completely concealing

to Rui. "Then, Your Highness, are you

breathed deeply,

a

that was when

him to his

field of vision at an unfathomably astronomical velocity. The very world itself was reduced to a myriad

realize that they were the ones who were moving, not

mind's capacity

Sage Sayfeel didn't so much as budge, merely activating a breathing technique, bending heaven and earth

as he activated Riemannian Echo. 'He's

stared at Sage Sayfeel with

power that he was