He transmigrated into a fantasy world and became a prince!
Xiang Xuange: “The succession struggle! I have to fight for the throne! Who else deserves it more than me?”
Just look at the competition!
The eldest prince, bearer of an Ancient Desolate Sacred Body and a martial arts prodigy!
The second prince, with heaven-defying comprehension and a prodigy in the Dao!
The third prince, a business genius and the wealthiest man in the dynasty!
The fourth prince, from a powerful family, excelling in both literature and military strategy!
The fifth prince, the most handsome man in the land, with countless admirers!
The seventh prince, a child of fortune, with auspicious beasts pledging themselves to him!
The eighth prince, a literary genius and rising star of the Confucian Dao!
The ninth prince, ruthless and a rising star of the demonic path!
Xiang Xuange: “…”
Then he looked at himself. Well, at least he was still a well-rounded fighter, even if his hexagon was a little small.
Martial talent: average. Dao talent: average. Confucian Dao talent: average. Looks: average. Background: average. Luck: average.
Xiang Xuange: “Forget fighting for the throne! I’m going to lie low, and lie low as hard as I can!”
[Ding! The Longevity Witness System has been bound and activated!]
Xiang Xuange: “?”
